Grandma shook her head clearing the cobwebs I don’t like carrots I like beans We don’t have beans Mom said Malcolm tried another attempt to get out of the trip I just don’t think it’s healthy to go camping in the fall It’s chilly at night We could catch a cold Dad folded the newspaper and set it down He looked over at Malcolm then shook his head Son you look like paste Here we go again Malcolm thought Dad’s continual song and dance about the health factors of getting outdoors This camping trip is a chance to get you out of that basement I mean you practically live down there Cocoa puckered her lips in a hideous smirk Correction Dad It’s not a
basement it’s his dungeon She moved in so close Malcolm could smell the pork chops mingling with her dragon breath Correction Coconut It’s a lab Malcolm said If it were a dungeon we’d have you chained in it I’d rather have beans Grandma Eunice complained My point is Dad continued ignoring them you don’t get out enough You never participate in any sports You should play soccer go biking go skateboarding anything Skateboarding Malcolm said Can I build the skateboard myself Mom and Dad gave each other a panicked look No Would they ever forgive him for the time he applied blasters to the backs of his
Rollerblades After all it had hurt him more than the fence Malcolm went back to eating Grandma Eunice picked up her fork Beans beans the musical fruit Grandma Mom quickly interrupted Then she looked at Malcolm with concern Dad is right sweetheart You’re turning into a mole A pasty mole Cocoa added Yeah like that hairy one on your face Malcolm said poking her chin with a dot of potatoes Malcolm Cocoa wiped at it with her fist Mom and Dad were now giving him the laser eyes Seriously Malcolm Dad said This is my chance to get you out of
