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Mary-Kate and Ashley join their class on a haunted hayride at Tattooed Cat Farm. Legend says that whoever pets the tattooed cat will get lots of candy on Halloween. But things go haywire when the cat is kidnapped.
That word is easy! I thought. Our class was having a practice spelling bee. It was my turn next.
Zach scratched his wavy brown hair. He took a deep breath, then spelled: "C-o-s-t-o-o-m"
Mrs. Shaw shook her head. "I'm afraid that is wrong." She pushed her black-rimmed glasses higher onto her pointy nose. "Zach, please sit down."
Zach took a seat with the other kids who were already out of the bee. I smiled at my twin sister, Ashley, who sat in the second row. She is a good speller, but she got a really tricky word wrong.
"Your turn, Mary-Kate," Mrs. Shaw said. "Spell costume."
"C-o-s-t-u-m-e," I spelled quickly.
Ashley gave me a thumbs-up.
I made it through three more rounds. The words got harder and harder. Soon my friend Samantha Samuels and I were the only ones left.
"Autumn," Mrs. Shaw said. She smiled at me. "Mary-Kate, your word is autumn.
I pressed my, back up against the chalkboard. The chalk dust tickled my nose. I knew it was important not to rush.
"A-u-t-u-m..." I hesitated. I wasn't sure about the end. Was there a letter after m? I tried to sound out the word. "That's it," I finally said.
"Sorry," Mrs. Shaw said. "That was not right." She looked at Samantha. "Your turn now."
Samantha smiled. Her brown eyes sparkled. Even before she opened her mouth, I was sure Samantha knew how to spell the word.
"A-u-t-u-m-n," Samantha said.
"Samantha is the winner!" Mrs. Shaw said. She looked at me. "Good try, Mary-Kate."
Today's spelling bee was just for practice. In a little over a week, on the day after Halloween, we all get to compete in the big spelling bee for the whole school.
Last year Samantha won. This year I wanted to be the school spelling bee champ. And I knew just how I was going to win....
"I'm going to find the tattooed cat this year," I said on Sunday afternoon.
"Oh, come on, Mary-Kate." Ashley gave my shoulder a little push. "You don't believe the tattooed cat is real, do you?"
"Yes, I do," I said. "And if I find it -- I mean, when I find it -- I'll win the school spelling bee for sure."
Ashley laughed. "You'll win the spelling bee because you've been studying like crazy! Not because of a cat."
Zach and our friend Tim Park stood ahead of us in line at the counter in Chessa's Candies, our favorite candy store. They were buying baseball card packs. Zach owns the most baseball cards in our class.
Zach opened a new pack. He flipped through the cards. "Look what I got!" he cried. He waved a card in the air.
"What is it?" I asked. It looked like an ordinary baseball card to me.
"This card is totally rare," Zach said. "I've been looking for it for months." He showed it to us. "It's a gold hologram card. When you move the card back and forth, the hologram changes color!"
"Cool!" Tim said. "Want to trade? I'll give you five cards for it."
"No way!" Zach said. He tucked the card in his jacket pocket.
"I heard you guys talking about the tattooed cat," Tim said. "Are you going to look for it this year?"
Ashley whirled around. "You know about the tattooed cat too?"
"Sure," said Tim. "Lots of kids do."
The bell on the candy store door rang. Jane Sommers came in. She's in our class.
She hurried over to us. "What are you guys talking about?" she asked.
"A lucky cat," I said. I paid for a bag of candy corn. Then we all walked to a corner of the store.
"What do you mean, a lucky cat?" Jane asked. She looked surprised.
"Lots of people say that if you see the lucky cat on Halloween and pet it three times before the clock strikes midnight, you can make a wish. And your wish will come true!" I said.
"Wow!" Jane said. "What does the cat look like.
"It's black," Tim said, "and it's got a white tattoo on its neck in the shape of a jack-o'-lantern."
Jane's eyebrows shot up. "Are you sure? A lucky cat? And it has a real tattoo?"
"Yes," I said. "That's what's supposed to make it lucky."
Ashley shook her head. "There is no such thing as a lucky cat."
"There is so!" Tim said. "I can prove it."
"Really?" I said. This time my eyebrows, shot up. "Have you seen the cat?"
"No, but..." Tim glanced around. There were lots of kids from school in the candy store.
He lowered his voice. We gathered, around him.
"I heard that a kid who goes to Washington Elementary School found the cat last year," Tim said. "My cousin Billy told me."
"That's not proof," Ashley said.
"Ashley is right," I said. "But that doesn't mean the cat isn't real!"
"I still think it is just a story." Ashley looked at her pink plastic watch. "Come, on, Mary-Kate. We have to get home."
Ashley and I headed outside ...New Adventures of Mary-Kate & Ashley #37: The Case of the Tattooed Cat