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"Experiment"
Original Air Date 4/25/04
Chapter 518
Now that Stevie’s mom left him, he’s really come out of his
shell. Prank calls, reading bad books. I mean he’s totally out of
control…for him.
Anyway, Dewey and Reese are totally convinced that luck rules everything in the world. So I was on a mission to prove them both wrong. There’s no such thing as LUCK!
Mom took us to a baseball convention and my opportunity to prove those two idiots wrong was ripe. So Dewey made me a bet. They were raffling off Reggie Jackson’s 450th homerun ball. I told Dewey that if he won the ball, I would kiss Reese’s butt right on stage in front of everyone.
So the raffle started and Reggie Jackson actually talked to us and told us about his lucky socks. What’s wrong with all these people!?
Well, here’s what happened. Just as they were about to pick, I grabbed
for Dewey’s lucky shirt, I totally buckled. I know, I’m pathetic.
But if we hadn’t been struggling for the shirt then Jamie wouldn’t
have landed on it, saving his life. Which really leads to the more important
question – what was Jamie doing in the air ducts 30 feet above the
floor? I think reading my past journal entries on my wonderful parents might
clear that up.
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