Chapter 7- Fub

I was sitting at lunch the next day when Rob began a new "phase". Sometimes he has about a week where he'll think of a theme for himself. For example, British. He'll talk in a British accent all week and only eat "tea and crumpets". And he'll call the bathroom a lavoratory. (He pronounces it lav-ora-tree)

This week his theme was advertiser, which I have to say, is the worst theme yet.

"My new name is Fub!" Rob shouted.

"Since when?" Amy asked.

"Since this morning. Cleo wrote Fub on my Math Stars paper. Cleo blushed. If I haven't told you yet, Cleo is very shy. And doesn't talk much.

"I'm sorry," Cleo said softly. "It fits you."

I sighed. Apparently Rob liked his new nickname. That couldn't be good.

I was right. He started singing, "Fub's Energy Drink!" he took his food (which was ketchup, salad, apple slices, and a brownie) and mashed them into a mound.

"More like Fub's Energy Barf. Doesn't even look like a liquid." Grace muttered.

"Gives you more energy!" "Fub" said in a sing-songy announcer voice. "

Eat it, then run to the can! Mmmm!"

He paused, then said in his regular voice, "Who dares me to eat it?"

We all raised our hands. Fub ate it. He turned green. I whistled, then walked away. Didn't need to see the end of that story.

This is one of the surprisingly true things! I actually have a friend who thought his name was Fub and made "Fub's Energy Drink!" His name, however, was not Rob.