CHAPTER 17

he next morning a joyful, giggly Perfectly Loathsome Leo Louse phoned Jacob Two-Two’s father. “Greetings,” he said, “just calling to make sure we’re playing poker as usual Friday night.”

“Sorry,” said Jacob Two-Two’s father. “I can’t talk now. Have to run.”

“Nothing wrong, I hope,” said Perfectly Loathsome Leo, hard put to contain his glee.

“I’m not sure. But Mr. I.M. Greedyguts wants us to report to his office with Jacob Two-Two at nine sharp this morning.”

“Oh dear,” said Perfectly Loathsome Leo Louse, “I hope Jacob hasn’t done something very, very bad.”

“So do I,” said Jacob Two-Two’s father.

“Whatever,” said Perfectly Loathsome Leo, “you mustn’t be too hard on little Jacob. He’s such a lovely boy,” and then he hung up. Certainly that stinker Jacob Two-Two will be punished, he thought. The police will be on the case now. Maybe he will even have to appear in juvenile court. Oh boy! Oh boy! he thought, and he was so excited he had to go and pee immediately.