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themselves in the kitchen.
    â€œThree canisters of whipped cream? Who bought three canisters?” Emily asked.
    Jessie picked them up one by one and examined them as if searching for the answer to Emily’s question. “Beats me. But I guess we have enough whipped cream to make this cake.”
    â€œDo we have the chocolate wafers?” Emily asked, standing on tiptoes to search the baking supplies cabinet over the stove.
    â€œProbably not,” Jessie replied. “Maybe we’ll just make a whipped cream cake.”
    â€œI can’t find the chocolate wafers. How can we make icebox cake without chocolate wafers?” Emily moaned.
    Jessie flipped open one of the whipped cream canisters, pushed the top, and squirted a big, creamy blob of whipped cream into her mouth.
    â€œHey, stop—” Emily scolded. “We may need that.”
    Jessie laughed. “Three cans?! We couldn’t eat three cans of whipped cream if we tried.”
    â€œI could!” Emily cracked. They both laughed.
    Emily looked at the clock. Nine-thirty. “Come on, it’s late,” she said. “Why are we making a whipped cream cake this late? I’ve still got homework.”
    â€œBecause we’re starving!” Jessie declared. She shot another big blob of whipped cream into her mouth.
    â€œBut how can we do it without the chocolate wafers?” Emily complained. “Give me some of that.” She opened her mouth wide.
    Jessie turned the can around and pushed the top. The whipped cream squirted all over Emily’s chin.
    â€œHey!”
    â€œSorry!” Jessie burst out laughing. Her blue eyes sparkled mischievously.
    â€œThis means war!” Emily declared, picking up a canister and pulling off the red plastic top.
    â€œNo, wait—wait—” Jessie raised her arms protectively and backed away from Emily. “That was an accident. Hey—this is a clean sweatshirt!”
    Emily sent a spray of whipped cream up and down the front of Jessie’s sweatshirt. “Z for Zorro! Olé!” she cried.
    But Jessie was on the offensive before Emily’s mouth closed. She shot a white blob of cream into Emily’s mouth. “Bull’s-eye!” she cried, and continued spraying until Emily’s face was covered.
    Both girls, laughing so hard they could barely stand, let go with long accurate barrages. “Hey—not so loud! Mom and Hugh are upstairs in their room!” Emily cried.
    â€œTruce! Truce! It’s all over the floor!” Jessie said, her sneakers sliding over a wet spot on the linoleum.
    Emily moved forward on the attack, slipped, and fell on her face. Jessie immediately bent down and sprayed Emily’s back. Now both girls were laughing too hard to shoot accurately. The whipped cream flew up to the kitchen window curtains.
    â€œUh-oh!”
    This started them laughing hysterically. They were both down on the floor now.
    This is the most fun I’ve had in ages, Emily thought, wiping whipped cream from her sneaker laces. Maybe Jessie isn’t so bad after all. She’s actually pretty terrific now that she’s loosening up.
    â€œYAAIIII!” Another full frontal attack from Jessie sent whipped cream all over the refrigerator door.
    â€œWhat’s going on in here?”
    Both girls stopped and looked up to see Nancy stride into the kitchen in her striped pajamas, a bewildered look on her face.
    â€œLet her have it!” Emily declared.
    Nancy tried to back up, but she was hit full force by two streams of whipped cream at once. “Hey—my pajamas! My hair!” she cried, but Emily and Jessie didn’t relent.
    â€œThree can play at this,” Nancy declared.
    Emily reached for the third canister, but Nancy dived and got there first. She had trouble popping the lid off. The other two girls took full advantage of her trouble, spraying her nonstop.
    The battle heated up when Nancy finally got her can to