Tricky Tibble Twins

Special note: Playdoh is a registered trademark of Hasbro toys. Please don't try the Playdoh Hamburger trick on your own friends, even if Playdoh is nontoxic.

The playdoh was squishy in their hands. It was the color of food: brown, tan, ketchup red, and mustard yellow. The shapes were the shape of food: round buns, wavy hamburger circles, and circular blobs of condiments. The burgers actually looked like burgers, just like the three preschoolers wanted.

DW and the Tibble twins pressed together the burgers, stacking them on a small, plastic tray from the kitchen play station behind them. Their smiles were devious and determined. They were making fake burgers hoping their classmates would eat them. It was the ultimate trick, and the Tibble's couldn't wait to blame the entire thing on DW, who pressed together another burger stack and put it on the tray with an accomplished smile.

"Can I play?" James asked from behind the twins. They tried to withhold their fear as they begged the boy to go away. "Fine, fine. I just wanted to play," he said, walking to another station that held blocks. He sat facing the group, but his solemn face was almost hanging into the containers of colored blocks.

"That's all of it," Timmy smiled, wiping his hands. "Recess is in five minutes or something like that," he said, eying the clock without making sense of it. None of them knew how to tell time, so they had to take his word for it.

"They're twenty-five cents each. Got that, DW?" Tommy asked. DW nodded. "Twenty-five cents and that should be enough, but if they want to give you more for a hamburger, that's okay too."

DW nodded, looking up as their teacher moved to the door leading to the playground outside. She rang a small bell, and once she'd moved back to her desk, the Tibble twins moved with DW close behind.

But James was still in the classroom, upset because they wouldn't let him play. He didn't care if they were up to something; he just wanted to be a part of something.

"James, are you alright?" the teacher asked.

James's emotions welled up, "They wouldn't play with me!" he cried, tears streaming down his face.

The teacher's face scrunched to a familiar expression, one that only kids like the Tibble's could invoke in a skilled teacher like her. She took James's hand and led him to the bathroom, asking him to compose himself before he moved to the playground. When he was inside, she moved to the playground, where the Tibble's sat with DW at the small picnic tables. A platter from inside was between the twins, angering the teacher more.

"Come with me boys," the teacher said sternly, eying the nervous DW carefully. "You too," she pointed, leading them all into the classroom.

James listened from the bathroom as the teacher looked to the evidence. James didn't know they were playing with playdoh, that they were trying to trick his fellow students into buying fake hamburgers. He knew playdoh wouldn't make a kid sick, but it was still a pretty cruel trick to play. He felt less upset and more accomplished as he realized he'd foiled their plot.

"Now DW, this is so unlike you," the teacher sighed. "Why were you involved with this?"

"They said I'd make a good sales girl," she whimpered. "Are you going to call my mommy?"

"Did you sell any of these to your classmates?" the teacher questioned. DW made no verbal response, but James knew she'd shaken her head. "Well, I'm thankful for that. This is very dangerous, and you shouldn't let these boys trick you into doing something like this. Did you know it was wrong when you started?"

"Yes," she replied, choking a little on her words because of the tears.

"I think you've learned your lesson, but I want you to apologize to your classmates. As for you two, I'm calling your grandmother right now. We've repeatedly asked you to stop doing such horrible things, and since I can't get anywhere with you, maybe she can."

"No, please don't call her!" they cried out together. They tried bursting into tears, but the ploy didn't work. DW was dismissed while she moved to her office to make the call.

James slipped out to join DW, who sat alone on the small, concrete patio just outside the door. She was really upset that the Tibble twins had tricked her again, but James told her it was okay. He sat beside her, and the two were quiet, not having to say anything to make the other feel better.

When it was time to go inside, the Tibble twins were being led out of the school. DW stood at the front of the room in front of her surprised classmates, and she apologized for being a bad friend. Everyone accepted her apology, knowing the Tibble's had done it again. They all wanted DW to sit by them as story time began, but DW decided to sit beside James. He'd saved her from being mean to her classmates, and she knew that he was a better friend than any Tibble twin could ever be.

Theme 027: Disobedience

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