The next day Franny cleaned up the lab just like she had promised her mom. They cleaned up the drawers full of guts, organized the boxes of bones, and took Franny’s first-place certificate out of the trunk and hung it proudly on the wall.
Franny even allowed herself another giggle at the name Kaboom. Laughing at yourself was much easier than she used to believe.
Franny’s lab was still pretty cluttered, but it looked better than ever, and Franny knew, deep down, that she would never, ever, ever grow up into the evil Teen Franny she had seen on her journey into the future.
Of course, they left the banana peel right where she might need it to be . . .
