The Bathwater Gang


By Jerry Spinelli

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Bertie’s all-girl gang becomes involved in a harmless but heartfelt war with an all-boy gang, until Bertie’s grandmother steps in with a perfect solution.


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Bertie Kidd was bored.

And it was only the second day of summer vacation. Not to mention only nine o'clock in the morning of the second day.

"I'm bored," she whispered.

"I'm bored," she said.

"I AM BORED!" she shouted.

No one heard her. Her mother and dad had gone to work.

She came downstairs and looked at the rocking chair by the front window. It was empty, as usual.

When Granny had come to live with them, Mom and Dad had bought the rocking chair and placed it by the front window. This seemed perfectly normal. After all, that's what grandmothers do, isn't it? They sit in rocking chairs by front windows.

Hah! Somebody forgot to tell that to Bertie's grandmother.

She called: "Gran-neeee!"

No answer.

Where was a grandmother when you needed one?

Bertie grabbed her skateboard and went outside. She stood at the corner of Oriole and Elm and looked in all directions. No Granny in sight.

She started rolling. Ten minutes later, way up on Buttonwood Street, she spotted something bright pink in the distance. It had to be either her grandmother or a flamingo.

Bertie pushed off. Her skateboard wheels clacked over the sidewalk cracks.

"Gran-neee!" she called. "Gran-nee!"

Granny waved, but she didn't stop. She was "wogging." That was her word. It meant faster than a walk and slower than a jog.

Of course, there was no such thing as a wogging suit, so Granny had had to settle for a jogging suit. It was the brightest pink she could find. "So people can see me coming," she explained. Granny loved attention.

As usual, several little kids were wogging along with her. Among kids, Granny was the most popular person in the West End. It wasn't just Bertie who called her Granny. They all did.

Bertie pulled alongside. "Granny, wait up. I have to tell you something."

"I can't wait up," said Granny. "I can't stop when I'm wogging."

"Granny, I have a problem."

Granny lifted her knees higher. "I feel like I could run all day. I feel like I could jump over that roof. I feel—" she threw her arms in the air—"splendiferous!"

"Granneee!" screeched Bertie. "I'm bored!"

"Nice to meet you. I'm Granny."

"Granny, you're not funny." She picked up her skateboard. She had to trot to keep up. "There's nothing to do, and there's eighty-one days of summer vacation left, and I'm bored already. At this rate I'll be dead of boredom by July."


On Sale
Jul 15, 2014
Page Count
64 pages

Jerry Spinelli

About the Author

Jerry Spinelli is the author of more than thirty immensely popular books for young readers, including Eggs and Stargirl; the Newbery Honor Book Wringer; Maniac Magee, winner of more that fifteen state children’s book awards, in addition to the Newbery Award; and the picture book I Can Be Anything!

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