Lesson 2: BELLS & WHISTLES

A bell.

I felt like I was gonna yack any second, and sweat started to pour down the back of my neck. I quickly examined the room, ready to abort this recon mission at a moments notice...and then the kids started filing out the classroom doors, and into a large room with small brown paper bags in-hand. Food! Whew. I like this bell thing this time around! Bells at our school meant that a new experiment was in order.

Gazzy was in heaven. Unfortunately, our cloud was off limits from the promise land.

Note to self: A good spy never breaks cover. Not even for ham sandwiches.