“Another one? Gone?” Cyrus’s voice was incredulous.

“We’ll never be able to do our Hair Extravaganza and Musicale now!” cried Joyce. “Not with just dumb regular ungooped hair!”

And the class rang with shouts of agreement and despair.

“It can’t be!” cried Joyce. “How could both jars just disappear?”

“Magic,” breathed Smashie.

“Sure,” said John sarcastically. “There’s a wizard going around wanting to sculpt himself a heck of a hairdo. High and tight, maybe. Or a bowl cut.”

But Smashie’s mind was off to the races. A wizard’s hairdo! Gray hair poking out all scraggy-like, frizzy, and full of secrets!

“Smashie,” said Dontel.

With a great effort, Smashie pulled herself away from her wizardly imaginings. Because she knew what Dontel meant. One jar of Herr Goop could roll away. But two . . . ?

“Too much of a coincidence,” Dontel whispered to Smashie. “Something is up.”

He and Smashie locked eyes and nodded.

“We are going to have to investigate,” said Smashie.

The scent of lavender and lilacs filled the room.