There were broken bits of door and dresser all over Lulu’s bedroom. A lampshade was crushed; a chair was minus one arm; the trombone was ruined, of course; and some green gooey glop, which used to be Lulu’s science experiment, had dribbled out of its jar and now was stickily, stinkily splattered on the rug. Lulu studied the mess in her room and smiled a very big, very satisfied smile. Because, strange as it may seem to you, things were going exactly as she had planned.