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  And that's when the lab door opened and Angus Bangus rushed back in.

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  Angus looked pale and scared. His right eye ..was twitching. "I need help!"

  "Why?" asked Lanny in my body. "Where's Amanda?"

  "Who?" asked Angus.

  "The person who's now in Lanny's body," I said. "She's in the Ferrari," Angus said. "She won't get out."

  "Why not?" I asked in Amanda's body.

  "Because she doesn't want to," said Angus. "But I can't take it. Someone has to get her out of the car."

  "Why?" asked Mr. Dirksen.

  "Because she snorts!" Angus said. "And all she wants to talk about is Barbie. If I have to spend . another minute with her I'll go insane! I don't care whose body she's in!"

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  It took all day to get Amanda in Lanny's body outof the Ferrari. It wasn't like we could call the police and tell them what had happened, so we just waited until she really needed to use the bathroom.

  In the end we all switched back into our own bodies. Amanda went back to her campaign against unrealistic body images. Principal Blanco was kind of brokenhearted, but Lanny wrote on her poster about how nice it was to meet him and how they'd always be friends. When you go into the office now, the poster's in a frame hanging on the wall.

  A couple of months later Amber, Andy, Josh, and I were sitting in my kitchen working on our saliva bubbles again. My friends and I watched in awe as Amber managed to launch not one but two bubbles at once.

  "A double!" Josh announced.

  "It's unheard of !" cried Andy.

  Amber beamed proudly. We heard a door bang and Jessica came in with the mail. "This is for you, Jake." She handed me a thick, square letter. My name and address were written in fancy lettering.

  "Looks like an invitation," said Josh.

  "A wedding invitation," said Amber.

  Itore open the envelope. The inside was lined with thin gold paper and there were some cards and an envelope separated with thin pink tissue.

  "Wow, fancy," said Andy.

  "Who's it from?" asked Jessica.

  I pulled out a card written in the same fancy lettering as the address:

  Mr. Mrs. Leonard Bunkiss

  invite you to the wedding of

  their son, Allen Bumkiss to

  Miss Louise Snerd . . .

  "Who are Allen Bumkiss and Louise Snerd?" Jessica asked.

  "I don't have a . . ." I began to say, then stopped. "Oh, my gosh! Allen Bumkiss, Angus Bangus. Louise Snerd, Lanny Shanks."

  "You think?" Amber asked.

  "Look." Josh pointed at the invitation. "The wedding's in California and everyone's asked to bring their favorite vegetable."

  "It must be them!" Jessica gasped. "But why use their real names?"

  "Famous people do that all the time," Amber said. "To avoid publicity when they want something to be private."

  "Are you going to go, Jake?" Josh asked.

  "All the way to California?" I said. "It's doubtful."

  "Could I go instead?" Jessica asked.

  "No."

  "If you're not going, can we have the invitation?" asked Andy.

  "No."

  "We could sell the information about the wedding to a gossip columnist," said Josh.

  "No."

  "Can't we at least tell everyone at school that you were invited to the wedding?" asked Andy. "No."

  "Why not?" asked Josh.

  "Because it's dumb and phony and it just doesn't matter," I said.

  Andy's shoulders sagged with disappointment. "Oh, great. So we just go back to our little, unimportant lives here in the middle of nowhere?"

  "I don't think our lives are unimportant," said Amber. "They're as important as anyone else's."

  "We're not famous," said Andy.

  "We can blow double saliva bubbles," countered Amber.

  "We're not rich," said Josh.

  "We can go out in the sun and not worry," I

  said.

  "We don't have a Ferrari," said Jessica.

  "We don't need a Ferrari," I said.

  "Okay, okay," Josh mumbled. "We get the point.

  Life in Jeffersonville is beautiful. Everything's

  wonderful and it's great to be alive."

  I winked at Amber. "Exactly."