Welcome to the Dragonfly Café

Here fellas, take a book.

Uh, no thanks, Mr. MacDonald. We just came in to—

 

To join Nerds and Words? Excellent, Nick. We could use some boys in our book club.

Maybe another time. I don’t really do books.

 

It’s a quick read­—try it out this weekend.

Can’t, Mr. Mac, we got a futsal^* tournament.

 

A book brawl tournament?

Futsal.

 

Your foot’s all permanent?

. . .

 

I heard about that thing in Ms. Hardwick’s class. You know I’m the king of malapropisms.

Uh, o-kay.

 

What’s up with the bowling ball, Mr. Mac?

Big game this weekend too. Got to get my match-play mojo on.

 

I don’t even know what that means.

So, Coby, you want to join the book club?

 

Pass, Coby says, laughing. Maybe if you changed the name to Books and Babes I might join.

Let us see what’s in your dragonfly box and we’ll join, you say, before

 

The Mac starts,

get this,

rapping: