"What time is it?" she asked.
"Well, it's show time, you know," replied Cozmo. But George had nothing to
show. Then he thought for a minute. You will never guess what he showed
the class that day.
Unfortunately for you, even if you do guess, you won't know if you're right, because we can't tell you. You see, it turns out "show time" meant the in-house movie was about to start, and so no one saw what George had to show when the house lights were dimmed for optimal viewage.
The film, a documentary on 18th-century inventions, was quite dull, so everyone soon fell asleep. Even Ms. Dumblan dozed off after a while, so no one noticed what happened next until looking back a week later.
George arrived in class carrying a rectangular prism -- larger than a bread box, smaller than a fridge. The bubble wrap covering the prism snapped loudly as George was holding tightly.
But not tightly enough. He could feel the parcel slipping from his hands, and before he could make any motion of retrieval, it fell -- right into the
gigantic vat of peanut butter. Since everyone in the class was deathly allergic to peanuts, the class was forced to find some way to get it out without touching it or the contents of the vat. Using an air freshener, a rubber band, two sticks of gum and an empty milk carton, they managed to...
wedge the prism more deeply than ever into the peanut butter. Luckily, just as they were about to give up, a ray of sun shone in through the window and struck the prism, which promptly refracted it throughout the vat. The peanut butter melted, allowing the prism to slide right out. In fact, since this was the latest high-tech prism from NASA, its surface was slippery enough to ensure that none of the noxious peanut butter came with it. George and Cozmo quickly sealed the vat with the remaining bubble wrap, and everyone heaved a sigh of relief.