Mr. Docker Is Off His Rocker! (My Weird School, Book 10)
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Something weird is going on!
Mr. Docker must be a mad scientist. He does nutty experiments and has an evil, demented, cackling laugh. Plus he invented a car that runs on potatoes! Mr. Docker is the weirdest science teacher ever! Is he trying to take over the world?
like he hadn’t combed it in years. If my hair looked like that, my mother wouldn’t let me out of the house. “Hey, I’ve seen that guy before,” Ryan whispered. “He lives down the street from me!” Mr. Docker reached into his lab coat and pulled out a potato. He took a bite out of it. “Sorry I’m late,” Mr. Docker said. “I had to harvest my tubers.” Huh? I didn’t know what he was talking about. “Tubers are potatoes,” Andrea said. “I looked it up in the dictionary once.” “Very good,” Mr. Docker
scientist because he went on the Internet and found out how to make a stink bomb. “We’re all scientists,” Mr. Docker said, “and kids make great scientists, because you’re naturally curious. I love it when kids ask why questions. Does anyone have another why question?” “Why can’t we go to recess?” I asked. “Science is more fun than recess,” Mr. Docker said as he took something out of his desk drawer. “Hey, let me show you something. I brought this from my laboratory at home.” “What is it?”
asked Emily. “It’s a potato clock,” Mr. Docker said. “There are no batteries. You don’t plug it into an outlet on the wall. It’s powered by the chemicals in potatoes! Watch this!” He took two potatoes out of his desk and put them in the clock. Then he took the wires that went from the clock and stuck them into the potatoes. The little screen on the clock lit up and said “10:15.” “It works!” we all shouted. “Wow! That’s cool!” “I love potatoes!” said Mr. Docker. Then he let out this
annoying. “Guess what, A.J.?” Andrea said as we were putting our backpacks away. “Your butt,” I replied. (Anytime somebody asks, “Guess what?” you should always say, “Your butt.” That’s the first rule of being a kid.) “I know what A.J. stands for,” Andrea said. “Do not.” “Do too.” We went back and forth like that for a while. There’s no way Andrea could know what A.J. stands for. I never told anyone. Even my best friends, Ryan and Michael, don’t know. If anyone ever found out what A.J.
because of Roy G. Biv,” Mr. Docker said. “Roy G. Biv?” I said. “Who’s that?” “He’s right outside,” Mr. Docker said. He took out this glass thing that was shaped like a triangle. He brought it over to the window where the sun was shining in. “This is called a prism,” he told us. “It’s going to help us find Roy G. Biv.” Mr. Docker held the prism thing up to the sunlight, and the most amazing thing in the history of the world happened. A big old rainbow appeared on the wall of the room. It was