A LITTLE BIT FAMOUS

That night, after Flip went home, I picked up my pencil and tried to draw. Usually ideas come really easy to me, but this time was different. Every time I came up with a good story for a Loozer comic, my mind would wander and I’d end up forgetting what I was supposed to draw.

Junior wasn’t much help. When I asked him for an idea, he just wagged his tail and drooled on my pillow.

I don’t know if it was the whole Miller business, or what Ms. Donatello told me, or everything Flip said, or Mr. Fanucci’s class, but SOMETHING was distracting me. Actually, it was probably all four, because they were all bumping around inside my head like a bunch of zombies in a dark room.