Hal Hamburger is gone! I can’t believe it. Putty, she’s gone too–Hal Hamburger’s girlfriend–my cousin, you know. It’s through her that I met Hal Hamburger (what a guy!). Of course, I knew of Hal Hamburger way before I met him. Everyone in town knows about Hal Hamburger. We’re like brothers, Hal and me!
But Hal Hamburger was big on France.
“It’s probably like French,” said the student exchange man. “I’ll bet it’s almost the same thing. I’ll bet you won’t even be able to tell the difference half the time.”
Putty should know better than to talk to Hal Hamburger while he’s busy. And she should know better than to turn up the TV so loud. Couldn’t she see that Hal and I are having a meeting?
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“OK–when I say ready, go, we go,” whispered Hal Hamburger. “Me to the right. You to the left. Keep low. We want big ones. No baby pumpkins for us, not tonight. The biggest! The best!”
