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” said Stink. “Never, ever, ever!” He held out the vial around his neck. “In this vial is something even more vile than stinky perfume. Stinkier than C4H9SeH, skunk spray. Smelliest of all smells.” Stink waved the open vial in front of their nostrils.

“P.U.!” Webster ran for the window. Sophie’s eyes watered.

“Behold! Genuine and for-real eau de corpse flower. Professor Smelly went to Washington, D.C., before coming to judge the contest. And he smelled a real corpse flower named Mr. Stinky. And he got to take scientific samples. In this jar is one drop of super-stinky essence of corpse flower. No lie.”

“You mean you’re really going to wear that vile vial?” asked Webster.

“Always,” said Stink.

“Now we’re going to have to call you Super Stink,” said Sophie of the Elves.

“Then I’ll have to call you Sophie of the Smells!”

“Hey, no fair,” said Webster. “You’re Super Stink, and she’s Sophie of the Smells. I want a smelly name, too.”

“Hmm. Webster. How about . . . The Smellster?” said Stink.

“Perfect!” said The Smellster.

“Now all your friends are smelly, Stink,” said Judy.

“How’d you get the name Stink, anyway?” asked Sophie of the Smells.

“HER,” said Stink, pointing to Judy.

“I’ll tell it! I’ll tell it!” Judy said. “See, when Stink was a baby, Dad started calling him Peanut. I was jealous, because Dad had always called me Peanut. So I tried to think up a new name. Then one day, Dad was changing Stink’s dirty diaper . . .”

“Eee-yew!” said Webster, pinching his nose.

“If you want to be a Master Sniffer, you have to be able to smell dirty diapers,” said Stink. “Professor Steve said so.”

“Okay, Professor Smells-Himself-a-Lot,” said Judy. “Anyway, it was really stinky. So I started singing this song I learned in preschool.”

“Don’t sing it!” said Stink, covering his ears.

“Sing it!” said Webster and Sophie.

“It sounds like ‘Old McDonald Had a Farm.’

Sophie of the Smells and The Smellster joined in on the last verse. Sophie sprayed soda on Stink from laughing. Webster was clutching his stomach and rolling on the floor.

“Ever since then, we called him Stinky Poo,” said Judy.

“Then one day, it got shortened to just plain Stink,” said Stink.

“And now, Super Stink,” said Sophie and Webster.

Super Stink couldn’t help smiling. Today had given him a brand-new smellosophy of life.

That night, as Stink drifted off to sleep, visions of corpse flowers danced in his head. Rumpel-STINK-skin, Stink “The Nose” Moody, Way-Official Junior Sniffer, was on his way!

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