Ivy and Bean_ Books 4,5,6 - Annie Barrows [30]
“There’s a little blue planet in the sky,” sang Teacher Star.
It was nice to see Ms. Aruba-Tate again after lunch recess, but by then Bean was too busy thinking about ballet class to pay attention to what Ms. Aruba-Tate was saying. Something about permission slips. She was waving a piece of paper. Who knew what it was about?
“Does anyone have any questions about our trip?” asked Ms. Aruba-Tate.
“What trip?” asked Bean.
“Will someone tell Bean about our field trip to the aquarium?” said Ms. Aruba-Tate. “Emma?”
“We’re going on a field trip to the aquarium,” said Emma.
“To see some ocean life,” said Dusit.
“We’re going to see them feed the sharks,” said Eric. “Raw meat.”
“And baby penguins,” said Zuzu.
“They’re going to feed the baby penguins to the sharks,” said Eric. He clashed his teeth together, being a shark.
“Eric,” said Ms. Aruba-Tate.
“Just kidding, Ms. Aruba-Tate,” said Eric.
“Oh!” said Ivy in a very loud voice. Everyone looked at her. Ivy hardly ever said anything in a very loud voice.
“Ivy?” asked Ms. Aruba-Tate.
Ivy gave Bean an enormous smile. Then she turned to Ms. Aruba-Tate and said, “I was just thinking about how much I love ocean life.”
BYE-BYE, BALLET
“We’re saved!” hissed Ivy, pulling Bean toward the door.
“Saved from what?” Bean hissed back.
“Being squids!” squealed Ivy. She raced out into the breezeway. Bean’s sleeve was in her hand, so Bean raced with her. Together they left the school behind and hurried toward Pancake Court.
“Okay,” puffed Bean, “how are we saved?”
Ivy stopped. “The field trip! We’re going to run away! We’ll run away to the aquarium, and we’ll stay there until after The World of Dance is over!”
Running away! What a great idea! Bean had been waiting for years to run away. What she had been waiting for was a reason. She didn’t want to hurt her parents’ feelings by running away for no reason. The World of Dance was a great reason. This was the chance of a lifetime.
Oh yeah. Bean suddenly remembered the other reason she had never run away. “What about food?” she asked.
“Easy-peasy-Parcheesi,” said Ivy. “I read about it in a book. You know how people throw money in fountains? We scrape it off the bottom of the fountain after the aquarium is closed at night, and then we buy food with it.”
That was pretty smart. Bean was impressed. Also, it would be fun to walk in a fountain without grown-ups freaking out about it. “Cool,” she said. “Where will we sleep?”
“We’ll find a good spot once we get there. Aquariums are good for sleeping because they’re dark.”
“And quiet. Fish are very quiet.” Bean pictured herself drifting off to sleep with fish swirling around her. It would be nice. “It’ll be like sleeping on a boat.”
Ivy rubbed her hands together. “In this book I read, the kids filled their clarinet cases with extra underwear, but we’ll use our backpacks.”
“My backpack is pretty big.”
“We should bring jackets, too. And money. In the book, they brought all their money.”
“Why do we need money if we’re going to scrape it out of the fountain?” asked Bean. “Besides, I only have four dollars and some coins.”
“I’ve got twenty-six and some coins,” said Ivy. “But I don’t want to spend it. I’m saving for a glass doll.”
“There will be plenty of money in the fountain,” Bean decided.
“And we’ll get clean at the same time,” said Ivy.
“Boy,” Bean said, shaking her head. “It’s too bad I wasted all that time worrying.”
Somehow, knowing that they were going to run away made ballet class better. “Still not good,” said Bean. “But better.”
“I don’t know,” said Ivy. She was watching Dulcie do an arabesque. An arabesque was when you stretched out one arm and one leg at the same time. Arabesques made Ivy fall over. Dulcie could arabesque all day long. “Bet she puts glue on her shoes,” muttered Ivy.
“Very nice, Dulcie,” said Madame Joy.
“Thank you, Madame Jwah!” said Dulcie.
Now instead of being butterflies at the