Chapter 3

"As planned, news of the college fair spread and before long we were filled up."

Jeff and Wilma stood in the cafeteria measuring the space with tape measurers.

"We have to make sure that each Ivy gets an equal amount of space," Jeff said.

"Yeah," Wilma agreed. "We don't want Harvard and Yale to get into a fight."

"C.B. was still upset about me taking over his event."

C.B. walked into the cafeteria.

"What's up?" C.B. asked. "Something college related? You know, about the college fair. The fair I always run but this year Jeff does."

"We're going to turn this cafeteria into Ivy Corner," Jeff replied.

"Ivy Corner?" C.B. asked.

"Yep," Jeff replied. "Take a look at the brochure."

C.B. looked over at a pile of brochures and picked one up. He immediately dropped it.

"That's a lot of colleges," C.B. said.

"We really got the word out," Jeff said.

"Even Oxford University is coming all the way from England!" Wilma cheered.

"How are the students going to have time to view these colleges?" C.B. asked. "And where are you going to fit all these college recruiters?"

"Don't worry," Jeff said. "We've changed the date."

"You have?" C.B. asked.

"It's going to last all weekend," Jeff replied. "From 8:00 AM on Saturday to 6:30 PM on Sunday."

"What?" C.B. asked.

"And there's going to be a cotton candy machine and a popcorn machine!" Wilma cheered.

"How are you going to clean all that up by Monday?" C.B. asked.

"The recruiters have offered to help us with setup and cleanup," Jeff replied. "Oh, C.B., this is going to be the best college fair ever!"

Jeff hugged C.B. and excitedly ran out of the room.

"He's ridiculous!" C.B. shouted. "First he takes over my event and now he's turned it into a carnival! Popcorn machines! Cotton candy machines! Ivy Corner! What person in his right mind would come up with that?"

Wilma's excited looked turned into a look of anger.

"Those were all my ideas!" Wilma shouted.

"Oh," C.B. said in a scared tone.

"Now if I were you, I'd let Jeff do his thing and get over it," Wilma said in a fake calm tone. "And don't you mess with my Ivy Corner. Got it?"

"Got it," C.B. said.

"Good," Wilma said.