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time.”
    Sherman shook his head. “Bernie, you want out because you know you don’t stand a chance.”
    Beast rubbed his bulging stomach. “I have a stomachache,” he moaned.
    I couldn’t believe it. All that scheming. All that planning and thinking. And now I was going to lose.
    From now on, the only time I’d ever see Sherman’s watch was when I carried him to class in the morning.
    But I had no choice. No way I could back out now.
    I was defeated. Doomed.
    â€œOkay.” I sighed. “Let’s keep going.”
    Suddenly, an idea flashed into my mind. “Beast, start eating, dude,” I whispered. “If you eat twenty pies, I’ll buy you a Snickers bar for dessert.”
    Beast raised his head. Snickers bars are his favorite. “Can I have two?” he asked.
    â€œTwo,” I said. “Just eat. Eat, eat, eat.”
    The contest started again.
    Beast grabbed up three pies at once and shoved them into his face. They disappeared in seconds. Hisface was covered in purple. Blueberries dripped from his hair and down his shirt.
    He grabbed two more pies and shoved them into his open mouth.
    Grunting, smacking his lips, Beast finished the first stack of pies. Belzer ran over, carrying another stack.
    Beast opened his mouth in a powerful blueberry burp that knocked two kids over and peeled some of the wallpaper off the wall. Then he dug into the second stack, slurping and grunting as he ate.
    Blueberries poured down his shirt, his pants, into his shoes. His whole face was stained purple. The juice puddled around the table. He shoved pie after pie into his mouth—and didn’t bother to swallow!
    â€œOh, no. Oh, no.” Sherman was slapping himself on the head. “Oh, no. Oh, no. He did it to me again. Bernie did it to me again!”
    Sherman slapped himself again and again.
    Sherman knew he was a loser. He knew the watch was mine.
    Score one more victory for the good guys and Bernie B!
    Wes Updood kept trying. He picked up his third pie. He started to shove it into his mouth. But he suddenly stopped.
    The pie fell from his hand. He stood up. His face was bright purple. His eyes bulged.
    â€œOhhhh.” He let out a groan. He grabbed his stomach with both hands. He opened his mouth—and barfed blueberry gunk all over the table.
    Wes heaved again and again, sending up waves of blueberry pie.
    Some of the Nyce House kids were standing too close. Wes spewed a gusher of blueberry barf all over them.
    Kids ducked and ran for cover.
    The Rotten House guys kept on cheering, “Beast! Beast! Beast!” Because he wouldn’t stop.

    Beast just kept shoving pies down his throat. He didn’t stop until all twenty-five pies were gone.
    Sherman slapped himself in the head a few more times. “Bernie did it to me again. He did it to me again!” he kept repeating.
    With a long, sad sigh, he slid the watch off his wrist and handed it to me. Then he bowed his head and slunk away.
    Mine! Mine!
    I held the watch up. I let my friends touch it.
    Wes Updood was bent over double. He was groaning and moaning. He was covered from head to foot in blueberry barf.
    Two of his friends started to carry him from the room.
    â€œBeast! Beast! Beast!” the cheers continued.
    Beast stood up to take a bow—and fell facedown into the pile of blueberry barf on the floor. He didn’t move.
    I slid the watch onto my wrist. It fit perfectly. I liked the feel of gold against my skin.
    â€œGood work, dudes—” I started. But I stopped when I heard footsteps.
    Footsteps?
    Yes. Echoing out in the hall.
    Rapid footsteps, moving closer.
    We all froze as the door swung open. “Ms. Monella!” I cried. “What are you doing here?”

Chapter 17
B USTED
    Ms. Monella let out a cry.
    April-May June stepped in behind her. She gasped and clapped her hands to the sides of her face.
    â€œWell, goodness gracious. This sure ’nuff looks like some