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  Art copyright © 2020 by Jessica Meserve

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  Names: Amato, Mary, author. | Meserve, Jessica, illustrator.

  Title: A star on TV, Lucy McGee / by Mary Amato; illustrated by Jessica Meserve.

  Description: First edition. | New York : Holiday House, [2020] | Series: Lucy McGee | Audience: Ages 7-10. | Audience: Grades 4-6. | Summary: “A chance to be on TV brings out the worst in fourth grader Lucy McGee—and now her friends want her out of the Songwriting Club!”—Provided by publisher.

  Identifiers: LCCN 2020039143 | ISBN 9780823446063 (hardcover)

  ISBN 9780823448302 (trade paperback) | ISBN 9780823448845 (ebook)

  Subjects: CYAC: Friendship—Fiction. | Clubs—Fiction. | Schools—Fiction.

  Television programs—Fiction.

  Classification: LCC PZ7.A49165 Sr 2020 | DDC [Fic]—dc23

  LC record available at https://lccn.loc.gov/2020039143

  Hardcover ISBN 9780823446063

  Paperback ISBN 9780823448302

  Ebook ISBN 9780823448845

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  For Juliet Wade

  CONTENTS

  Chapter One: My Brain in the Rain

  Chapter Two: Worm Squirm

  Chapter Three: The Flow of the Show

  Chapter Four: Me? Bad! Them? Mad!

  Chapter Five: Time to Think Stinks

  Chapter Six: Wiggles and Wriggles

  Chapter Seven: Crunch for Lunch

  Chapter Eight: Can We Get Along and Write More Songs?

  Chapter Nine: A Flying Spy? A Spy Guy?

  Chapter Ten: Worms in the Sun? Call 911!

  Chapter Eleven: Be Nice. Good Advice?

  Chapter Twelve: Rhyme Time

  Chapter Thirteen: Rain on My Brain

  Chapter Fourteen: Sneaky Me, Lucy McGee

  Chapter Fifteen: Sweet Meet

  Chapter Sixteen: Inside? Time to Hide!

  Chapter Seventeen: Hiding Place Race

  Chapter Eighteen: Bad Day Go Away

  Chapter Nineteen: No Blues Snooze

  Chapter Twenty: McGee to Lee

  Chapter Twenty-One: TV Show? Let’s Go!

  Chapter Twenty-Two: Dangerous Forecast? Must Think Fast!

  Chapter Twenty-Three: Where Can You Be, Oh Leo?

  Chapter Twenty-Four: Lucy McGee on TV!

  Chapter Twenty-Five: Tons of Fun

  The Songwriting Club Songs

  I hate wet socks. When it’s raining and you can’t find your rain boots, you have to be careful walking to school.

  Today there were puddles everywhere. By the time I got to the end of my street, I had hopped over seven big ones. Only two blocks more to get to my school. So far so good. My dad was way behind me with Leo and Lily and the big black umbrella. They were walking super slow because my little brother, Leo, had to name every worm he saw on the sidewalk.

  Wumpy, Chumpy, Humpy, Dumpy…Leo is excellent at names.

  I walked ahead with my blue umbrella in one hand and my ukulele in the other. I turned the corner. Whoa! Right in front of the sidewalk heading into school was the biggest puddle of all. It was deep and wide and long and muddy.

  I crouched down and got all my energy ready. I leaped! I soared! My feet lifted into the air and landed…plop! Right in the middle.

  Disgusting.

  I turned back and saw a red umbrella with legs and a ukulele poking out from under it heading for the same puddle. I knew those legs. I knew that ukulele. It was my friend Phillip Lee.

  “Watch out!” I yelled, just as Phillip tried to hop over the puddle.

  He landed in the middle. “Lucy! I hate wet socks.”

  “Me too,” I said.

  He walked toward me, water oozing out of his shoes.

  “Well, you know what they say?” I asked.

  He shrugged. “When life gives you lemons, make lemonade?”

  “When life gives you wet socks, sing about it!” I said, and started to make up a song:

  It drizzled all night

  and it’s pouring right now.

  You think it’s raining cats and dogs?

  I’d say it’s raining…cows!

  Before you leave the house,

  pack an extra pair of socks,

  especially if you have to walk

  a couple of blocks.

  Phillip laughed. He added to the song:

  The puddles are so deep

  they’re probably filled with fish.

  When you step in a puddle

  your shoes go…squish.

  “We got the rhymes!” I said. “Now it’s finish time.” I sang:

  So pack that extra pair

  of socks for your feet.

  Your toes will thank you

  and think you’re sweet.

  Phillip tried to clap, which was hard because he was holding his umbrella.

  We sang the song again. Another umbrella with legs stopped to listen.

  “Great song!” The umbrella lifted up. It was Pablo.

  As we walked into the school together, Pablo said, “Hey, I’ve got an idea. It’s my turn to read the weather report on The Morning Mix. Teach me the song, and we’ll sing it together on the show. Your song is way better than what I was going to read.”

  I started jumping up and down, my wet shoes landing with a squish, squish. Being on our school’s morning TV show is so fun. Only fifth graders get to do the show. Fourth graders like us can only be on as special guests.

  “We have to hurry,” Pablo said. “Get your teacher’s permission and come to the Media Center. And bring your ukes!”

  Pablo headed down the fifth-grade hall toward the Media Center.

  “I’m glad our feet got wet,” Phillip said. “I think it’s destiny.”

  Just then I heard a familiar sound coming down the hallway.

  Clack, clack, clack.

  I pulled Phillip behind Mr. Tapper’s big rolling garbage bin.

  “What are we doing?” Phillip asked.

  “Shh! We’re hiding.”

  I crouched down.

  “Why?” he whispered, and crouched down next to me.

  “Listen…”

  Clack, clack, clack.

  We peeked out. Scarlett Tandy was coming. Scarlett is a friend of ours and she’s also in the Songwriting Club, which Phillip started. She can be fun, but she can also be a tornado of trouble. If Scarlett found out what we wanted to do, I was afraid she would make herself the star. I just wanted to keep it simple.

  I crossed my fingers and hoped she didn’t see us.

  Hiding behind a garbage bin is hard enough. Hiding behind it when you’re dripping wet and you have a backpack and a ukulele and an umbrella and you have to sneeze is even worse. I pinched my nose to keep from sneezing and we waited.

  Clack, clack, clack. Scarlett’s shoes were coming. Of course Scarlett’s shoes didn’t go squish, squish, squish. Even though she lives next to the school, her parents drive her whenever it rains.

  The sound was getting closer and closer and my nose was getting ticklier and ticklier. And then Phillip’s eyes got huge. He pointed at my foot. I looked down.

  Wriggling around on the tip of my shoe was a worm!

  Phillip started to laugh, picked up the worm, and dangled it
in front of my face, which made me want to laugh. My laugh and my sneeze came out in one big “Haha-achoo!”

  Scarlett heard. “What are you two doing back here?”

  Phillip looked at me. “What are we doing, Lucy?”

  “Nothing. We’re just hanging out with our new friend Wumpy,” I said, and held up the worm.

  “Ew!” Scarlett yelled as she clack, clack, clacked away. “You guys are disgusting!”

  Phillip and I stood up.

  “Was that mean of me?” I asked him. “I just think that if Scarlett knows what we’re doing, something bad will happen.”

  He shrugged. “She always wants to be the boss of everything. It’s a problem.” Then he gave me one of his looks. “But she’s going to find out.”

  “Let’s not go to our classroom. Let’s just go to the Media Center and do it!” I said. “We’re studying weather in science now, Phillip. Mrs. Brock will love our idea. Once she sees us on TV, she’ll be so proud of us she won’t care!”

  Phillip shook his head. “No way. We need permission. Even if it means Scarlett finds out. Come on or Mrs. Brock will think we’re absent. Bring Wumpy along and we can put her in Mrs. Brock’s ivy plant.”

  I looked at Phillip. He just didn’t understand. I had to take control, but how? And then a sneaky idea popped into my head.

  “I’ve got it!” I said. “I know a way to tell Mrs. Brock what we want to do without Scarlett finding out! I’ll take care of Mrs. Brock. You go to the Media Center and tell Ms. Dell that I’m coming.”

  “What if Mrs. Brock says no?”

  “She won’t! See you in a minute.”

  I put Wumpy in my pocket and headed toward our classroom. When I was outside the door, I set down my stuff and got out a piece of paper and a pencil.

  Dear Mrs. Brock,

  There is an emergency. Phillip and I must sing the weather report on The Morning Mix. We will be a little late to class, but it will be worth it. This is our duty.

  Your helpful student,

  Lucy McGee

  I folded up the paper. Then I peeked into the classroom. Everybody was putting stuff in their cubbies.

  I slipped the paper under the door and walked as quickly as possible to the Media Center. Mrs. Brock would see the note and be happy that two of her students were being creative and helpful. What could go wrong?

  Being on TV sounds fun until the camera is pointed at your face!

  In the Media Center, I stood on one side of Pablo, and Phillip stood on the other side. We had to be silent while a fifth grader named Tariq read the news. Then the camera turned to us.

  You know how people say when you’re nervous you have butterflies in your stomach? I had a swarm of a thousand butterflies.

  “Hi!” Pablo said to the camera. “Today I have some special guests who are going to sing about today’s weather with me. Here’s Lucy McGee and Phillip Lee.”

  I couldn’t remember how the song went! I panicked. And then I looked at Phillip.

  He looked perfectly calm. He started strumming and smiling in his Phillipy way, and I knew I’d be okay. “It drizzled all night and it’s pouring right now.”

  I joined in. “You think it’s raining cats and dogs? I’d say it’s raining…cows!”

  I was going with the flow until I felt another sneeze coming on. I tried and tried to hold it in. But as soon as I sang the last word, I sneezed. At the same time, I pulled a tissue out of my pocket. And when that tissue flew out of my pocket, Wumpy came with it! That worm sailed across the room and landed right on the camera lens!

  Oh no! Worm Close-Up!

  I froze.

  And then everybody in the room burst into laughter and clapped.

  “The worms are out on this rainy Tuesday!” Pablo said. “Have a great day. Don’t forget to tune in tomorrow for The Morning Mix.”

  Hearing applause is the best sound in the world.

  “That was the most creative weather report we have ever had,” Ms. Dell said.

  I plucked Wumpy from the camera lens and put her back in my palm. She was still wriggling.

  “You guys should come back and do more weather reports,” Cristina said.

  I sang: “Sun, rain, sleet, snow. We can write a song for every show.”

  Ms. Dell laughed. “You definitely got the rhymes! I’ll talk to Mrs. Brock about it at lunchtime. Everybody get to class.”

  Pablo fist-bumped us, and we collected our stuff and started to walk out.

  “Wait!” I stopped. “Can we put Wumpy back outside, Ms. Dell? My brother Leo would divorce me from the family if I let a worm die.”

  She smiled and opened a big window. “There’s a lovely world of mud right here just waiting for a worm like yours.”

  I plopped Wumpy into the soft mud outside the window. “Thanks for everything, Wumpy!”

  Phillip sang: “Slow, slow squirm the worms gently through the crud. Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, life is full of mud.”

  On our way back to class, our shoes were going squish, squish, squish, but our hearts were going yay, yay, yay.

  “I bet everybody in our class will clap for us when we walk in,” I whispered to Phillip. “This is going to be the best day of our lives.”

  He nodded and we squished down the hall even quicker.

  Excited, we opened the door to our room and then froze.

  Everybody was staring at us, but they didn’t look glad to see us. They looked mad!

  “Look who’s here,” Scarlett said. “The Liars’ Club.”

  “Liars?” Phillip looked horrified.

  “I asked what you were doing and you said ‘nothing.’ ” Scarlett gave us a mean look.

  “That’s enough, Scarlett,” Mrs. Brock said. “Everybody get to work on your states projects. Lucy and Phillip, stay right there. We need to talk.”

  My heart wasn’t going yay, yay, yay anymore. It was going blump, blump, blump.

  “Lucy! Didn’t you get permission?” Phillip whispered. He looked like he wanted to join Wumpy and crawl under a rock.

  Just then I saw a folded piece of paper on the floor. As Mrs. Brock walked over to talk to us, I handed it to her. “I left this note for you.”

  “You left a note on the floor and thought I would read it?” she asked.

  “Whenever my brother Leo slips a note under my door, I always read it,” I said.

  “This is bad,” Phillip said.

  It was bad. What was I thinking? “It’s not Phillip’s fault,” I said. “It’s my infection.”

  “What?” Mrs. Brock looked confused.

  “My dad says I get too excited sometimes and my excitement spreads like an infection and it makes me do things that end up being a problem.” I took a breath. “Last night I got excited about dessert and I started hopping in my seat so much I knocked a bowl off the table and it busted. I tried to glue it back together, but that didn’t work.”

  “Let’s stick to the subject,” Mrs. Brock said.

  “Stick to the subject…glue…get it?” I said, and smiled at Phillip. Usually he would smile back, but he was looking at his feet. “I’m sorry,” I said again.

  “Lucy,” Mrs. Brock said. “What should you have done?”

  Even though nobody was talking to her, Scarlett said loudly, “Lucy should have invited our whole Songwriting Club to sing on The Morning Mix.”

  Mrs. Brock told Scarlett to focus on work and then looked at me. “Lucy, I want to hear it from you.”

  “I should have asked your permission,” I said. “I’m sorry.”

  “The Morning Mix isn’t a big deal anyway,” Scarlett said. “It isn’t even real TV. My mom does the real weather on real TV so I know.”

  “Scarlett Tandy!” Mrs. Brock said. “Do your work and let me handle this. Lucy and Phillip, sit down and get busy. We’re not going to talk about this anymore today.” />
  Phillip kept his eyes glued on his feet. He hated getting in trouble more than anything.

  I felt terrible. And then I noticed something. Victoria, Mara, and Resa—all the other members of the Songwriting Club who are in our class besides me and Phillip and Scarlett—were staring at me. They all looked mad. Even Resa.

  I got out my social studies work. We each had to do research on a different state and write a report about it. My state was Idaho, which is famous for growing potatoes, which is important for everybody who likes potato chips. I was reading my library book about it when I saw Scarlett pass a note to Victoria. She read it and passed it to Mara. She read it and passed it to Resa.

  “Resa,” I whispered. “What’s in the note?”

  Resa acted like she couldn’t even hear me. She handed it to Phillip.

  That letter was probably about me! I had to see it!

  During our break before math, I wrote a note to Phillip.

  Dear Phillip,

  I am sorry from the bottom and the top and the sides

  of my heart. Please say it’s okay. We could play our ukes

  during recess and write another song. And could you please show me that note Scarlett wrote? I’m dying of curiosity.

  Your friend forever,

  Lucy

  P.S. You are the best singer in the world because you don’t even get nervous. And I mean it.

  He read it, but he didn’t even look at me. It was terrible and then it got worse.

  When Mrs. Brock said we’d have indoor recess because it was still raining, Phillip and Resa got a word game and sat on the carpet. Scarlett and Victoria and Mara pushed their desks together and played cards. I just sat there like a worm on a sidewalk for a while. First I pretended to read my library book about Idaho. Then I walked over to Phillip and Resa.

  “Are you guys ever going to stop being mad at me?” I whispered.

  Resa and Phillip looked at each other.

  Then Phillip spelled out a sentence on the game board with the square letters of the game.