Today Frankie Roosevelt invited me over to his house after school. He's kind of a strange kid and we've never really been friends, but we've been classmates for like forever, so I went. They had this weird azure carpet in every room, and the whole place smelled like boiled crab apples. I looked at his collection of chinchillas and we played a little Kill Galaxy 3, and then I went home. It was pretty awkward the whole time. I hope he doesn't ask me again.

Can you help me settle an argument? The gang is having a big debate over what candy is the All-Time Best Candy Ever: Fruity Celery Shrapnel, Flaming Taffy Gum, or Dipped Taffy Straws. (Vinnie Summers says it's Spinning Razzleberry Shrapnel. Ha ha yeah right!)