...."We must get to the blimp, Mr. Bus Driver," said Bradley. "I sure hope it's still parked at the end of the road."
....No sooner had the bus begun to roll when-
-PHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMM!--
the mammoth mountain of chalk erupted.
....Out the bus window, Bradley, Mr. Janitor, Prince Apple, Miss Secretary, and Miss Library witnessed a great geyser of red paint gushing straight upward from the mountaintop.
" Ahhhhhhhhhh!" said Prince Apple.
...."It’s a miracle!" said Miss Secretary.
...."Thar she blows!" shouted Miss Library.
...."How do you like them apples, crab teachers?" said Mr. Janitor.
...."Reminds me of the time I squeezed the ketchup bottle too hard in our school cafeteria," said Bradley.
...As they watched, the jet of red paint turned orange; the orange turned yellow, and the yellow turned purple. Shortly afterward, colored rain began to fall. Heavy globs of paint--red, orange, yellow, and purple--splattered upon the ground and drummed upon the roof of the bus.
