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“I cured her!” Judy yelled. She hugged her doll. “All better,” said Hedda-Get-Betta.

“Good as new,” said Mom and Dad.

“I’m just glad she didn’t have spotted fever,” said Judy. “I never in a million years would have had enough Band-Aids for that!”

“I think it’s going to rain for forty days and forty nights,” said Stink.

Judy was hanging blankets from her top bunk to make a rain forest canopy over her bottom bunk. When that was done, she set Jaws on the top bunk for a jungly effect. Who needed a two-toed sloth? She climbed in and spread out her Me collage. Mouse climbed in after her. “Don’t get hair on my collage,” Judy warned her.

Stink stuck his head through the blankets.

“Who’s that with hair sticking all out?” he asked, pointing to her collage.

“That’s me in a bad mood on the first day of school.”

“Where’s me? Don’t they need to know about brothers?”

“You mean bothers?” asked Judy.

She pointed to some dirt glued in the lower left-hand corner.

“I’m dirt?” asked Stink.

Judy cracked up. “That’s for selling moon dust,” said Judy.

“What’s that blob? Blood?”

“Red. MY FAVORITE COLOR.”

“Are those Spider Web Band-Aids?” Stink asked. “Where’d you get glitter glue? Can I come in there and glitter glue my bat wings?”

Her little brother, the bat freak, was becoming a regular Frank Pearl.

“There’s no room, Stink. This is serious. I only have about two more weeks to finish.”

Judy cut out a picture of Hedda from the ad in her Luna Girls magazine and pasted it in the doctor corner, right next to her drawing of Elizabeth Blackwell copied from an encyclopedia.

She checked Mr. Todd’s list of collage ideas.

CLUBS. I don’t belong to any clubs, thought Judy. She’d have to skip that one.

HOBBIES. Collecting things was her favorite hobby. But she couldn’t paste a scab or a Barbie head to the collage. She taped on the pizza table from her newest collection — the one Mr. Todd had given her.

THE WORST THING THAT EVER HAPPENED. She couldn’t think of anything. Maybe the worst thing that ever happened to her hadn’t happened yet.

THE FUNNIEST THING THAT EVER HAPPENED. When I knocked real spooky on the wall of Stink’s room one night and scared him, she thought. But how could she put that on a collage?

Judy puzzled over her Me collage until the rain finally stopped. She called Rocky. “Meet me at the manhole in five,” she told him.

Rocky wore his boa constrictor shirt. Judy wore her boa constrictor shirt. “Same-same!” said Judy and Rocky, slapping hands together twice in a high-five, the way they always had when they did something exactly alike.

Judy and Rocky stood on the manhole. “What do you think is under the street?” asked Rocky.

“Oodles and oodles of worms,” said Judy.

“Let’s collect some in the street and throw them down there,” said Rocky.

“Too oogley,” said Judy.

“We could look for rainbows in puddles,” Rocky suggested.

“Too hard!” said Judy.

“Listen,” said Rocky. “I hear toads. We could catch toads!”

Rocky ran back home to get a bucket. When he came back, they cornered a toad and popped the bucket on top of it.

“Gotcha!” Judy held it in her hand. “It feels soft and bumpy. It’s kind of cool, but not slimy.”

All of a sudden, Judy felt something warm and wet in her hand. “Yuck!” she cried. “That toad peed on me.” She tossed the toad back into the bucket.

“It’s probably just wet from the rain,” Rocky said.

“Oh, yeah? Then you pick it up.” Rocky picked up the toad. He held it in his hand. It felt soft and bumpy and cool-but-not-slimy all at once.

Just then Rocky felt something warm and wet in his hand. “Yuck,” Rocky cried. “Now that toad peed on me.” He tossed the toad back into the bucket.

“See what I mean?” said Judy. “I can’t believe it happened to both of us the same!”

“Same-same!” said Rocky, and they double-high-fived. “Now it’s like we’re members of the same club. A secret club that only the two of us know about.”

“And now we have a club to put on our Me collages,” said Judy.