Horrible Harry Cracks the Code
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Horrible Harry thinks he?s the world?s second-best detective?second only to Sherlock Holmes, of course. But the rest of the kids in Room 3B aren?t so sure. So he?s determined to prove himself by solving the latest mystery at South School?how to win the new cafeteria contest. He knows the cafeteria lady is using a special mathematical code, but can he crack the code before his classmate Mary tattles on him again? Or will the case go cold right before Harry?s eyes?
giant nose and showed us what it looked like way back in our nostrils. “These little hairs are called cilia,” she said. “They’re like whisk brooms. They keep most of the dust and dirt from going down into our lungs. They’re so small you can only see them with a microscope. The cilia appear bigger here.” “Cool!” ZuZu replied. “I bet the dust and dirt makes good boogers,” Harry said. Mary cringed as Song Lee giggled. “Actually, Harry,” Miss Mackle answered, “you’re right. Our nose mucus is
way, I made a face. I didn’t like the smell of broccoli. Harry flashed a toothy smile. “Are you cooking my favorite vegetable?” he asked. “I sure am!” Mrs. Funderburke replied. “Nice hat, Harry! What brings you boys to my kitchen?” “A favor,” Harry said. “We’re studying the nose in Room 3B, and we need something that smells.” Mrs. Funderburke laughed. “You came to the right place. How about your favorite green vegetable, Harry? I can cut off one small floret for you.” “No, thank you,”
yes. That was where he first met me.” I chuckled. That was funny. “Yeah?” Harry continued, “I asked him if he remembered the cool lesson he taught me in math because I was a little fuzzy on it. And he said, ‘You mean the Fibonacci sequence?’ And I said, ‘Yes.’ And then he lit up like a Christmas tree and said, ‘You remembered?’ And then I said, ‘Kind of.’ I knew the sequence went one, one, two, three, five, but I didn’t know the next number. And then Mr. Skooghammer gave me a super clue. He
ripping it off his lunch tray. He held the orange star sticker high in his hand. “I’m getting a gold coin!” “Well,” Harry cooed. “Like I said, Sidney was the eighth person in line. What do you have to say, Mare?” Mary slowly sank down in her chair. In a very soft voice she said, “You got it right this time.” We all clapped for Harry. Harry took a bite of pizza and leaned back in his chair. He was feeling good! “So, how come you didn’t stand in the eighth place in line, Harry?” I whispered.
tattled again. And when she did, it was to Mrs. Funderburke. “Harry knows your special set of numbers,” Mary said. “He cracked the code. But he doesn’t tell us until we’re all lined up, and he never stands in the winning place.” Mrs. Funderburke said Harry was an honorable detective. But she would no longer use the Fibonacci numbers. She was just going to pick a number out of a jar. Harry’s reign as the world’s second-best detective only lasted four days. But he loved every minute of it!