Disclaimer: I do not own Goosebumps/The Cuckoo Clock of Doom or any of RL Stine's original characters. I do not own the original idea for this fic, I am writing this fic on a request for retro mania. I only own a few of my own original ideas that are in here. I also used the original book as a guide and put in a few episode references.

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Chapter 10

I couldn't eat dinner that night.

We had eaten it before and I hadn't liked it the first time. brussels sprouts, cauliflower, and squash over brown rice. I picked at the rice and at the squash. I never eat brussels sprouts and I slipped them into my napkin when Mother and Father weren't looking.

I watched my family eat dinner as if nothing were wrong. They sat calmly around the table, saying the same things they'd said last time. Father talked about his day at work, Mother brought up the latest gossip about other family members and Tommy was chattering about his teacher and how unfair she was.

"Mother and Father must notice that something is weird," I thought. "So why don't they say anything about it?"

I waited for Father to finish telling us about some funny guy at his job before I brought up the subject again.

I decided to take it slowly. "Mother? Father? Doesn't this dinner seem a little bit familiar?"

"I'll say," Father replied. "It reminds me of the lunch we ate at that awful vegetarian restaurant last month."

Mother glared at him, then at me.

"What are you trying to tell us, Michelle?" she said in an icy tone. "Are you tired of eating healthy food?"

"I am," Father said.

"Yes, extremely," Tommy chimed in.

"A little," I admitted. "But that's not the point I'm trying to make."

"It sure seems like it," Mother said, her voice getting sharper.

"You don't understand. I don't mean that we've eaten food like this before. I mean that we have eaten this exact meal before. We've eaten it twice," I said.

Father frowned. "Michelle, please. No weird theories right now."

They weren't getting it.

I refused to give up. "It's not just this dinner. It's this whole day. Haven't you noticed? We're doing everything over! Time is going in reverse!"

"Shut up Michelle," Tommy said. "This is so boring. Can't we talk about something else?"

"Tommy," Mother scolded, "don't say 'shut up'." She turned to me. "Have you been reading those comic books again?"

"Hey Michelle, maybe you should start one of those YouTube channels about conspiracy theories," Father said. "Maybe you'll meet that one guy you like, Sean Johnson."

"Dad, his name is Shane Dawson.

"You're not listening to me!" I cried, getting frustrated. "Tomorrow is going to be yesterday, and the day after that will be the day before! Everything is going backward!"

Mother and Father exchanged glances. They seemed to be sharing a secret.

"They do know something," I thought with excitement."They know something, but they're afraid to tell me."

Mother gazed at me very seriously. "All right, Michelle. We might as well tell you. We're all caught in a time warp, and there's nothing we can do about it."

"I knew it!" I exclaimed. "You did notice!"

Mother pushed back her chair and walked in reverse to the stove. She started dishing rice from her plate into the pot on the stove. "

Yenoh, ecir erom?" she asked Father.

Huh?

"Esaelp, sey," Father replied.

"Oot, em," Tommy said.

He spit some rice out on his fork and dumped it back onto his plate. It was like he was eating backwards.

Father stood up and walked backwards to Mother.

Then Tommy skipped backwards around the kitchen table.

They were all talking and moving backwards.

"Hey!" I cried. "What's going on? Why aren't I talking backwards, too?

"Norom," Tommy said.

He cracked up first. Then Father started laughing. Then Mother.

I finally caught on. It was a joke.

"You're all horrible!" I cried.

That made them laugh even more.

"I was wondering when you'd figure it out," Tommy sneered.

They all sat down at the table again.

Mother couldn't help grinning. "We're sorry, Michelle. We didn't mean to make fun of you."

"That's a lie, we totally did!" Tommy crackled.

I glared harshly at him, wishing that I could shoot lasers out of my eyes to obliterate him.

This was the most terrible thing that had ever happened to me, and they thought it was a big joke.

Then Father said, "Michelle, did you ever hear of déjà vu?"

I nodded.

"I haven't," Tommy piped up.

"It's when something happens to you and you have the feeling it's happened before," Father explained. "Everyone feels that way once in a while. It's nothing to be afraid of."

"Maybe you're nervous about something," Mother added. "Like your birthday coming up. I'll bet you're a little nervous about turning 15. And planning your party and impressing your little high school friends."

"No, I'm not," I protested. "I know that feeling, because I already lived through it, twice. This isn't the same thing! This is-"

"Hey Chell," Dad interrupted. "Wait till you see what we got you for your birthday. You're going to love it. It's a pretty big surprise."

"No, it isn't," I thought unhappily. "It's not a surprise at all. You've given me that birthday present twice already. How many times are you going to give me that stupid car?"

"Mom, Michelle is hiding brussels sprouts in her napkin again," Tommy ratted.

I smashed the brussels sprouts up in my napkin and threw it in his face.