Classroom 6x Monkey Mart | ((top))

“Fresh delivery from Monkey Mart,” Marcus whispered, sliding a miniature shopping cart (made from an old gum wrapper and a bent paperclip) toward the drawer. Inside: a single chocolate chip, a raisin, and a drop of yogurt.

Sofia unlatched the drawer with a paperclip. Inside, nestled in a bed of shredded notebook paper, was Mico—no bigger than a tea light candle, with enormous golden eyes and a tiny striped tail curled around a thimble.

Mrs. Davison blinked. Then her face broke into the widest smile Classroom 6X had ever seen. classroom 6x monkey mart

Classroom 6X was never quite normal again. But that, they all agreed, was exactly how they liked it.

“Operation Monkey Mart is a go,” whispered Marcus, pulling a crumpled note from his pocket. On it was a crudely drawn map: Table 3 → Window Ledge → The Forbidden Drawer. Inside, nestled in a bed of shredded notebook

She knelt down, reached past Mico, and pulled out a faded photo from the back of the drawer. It was a younger Mrs. Davison, holding a small cage.

Mrs. Davison’s keys.

Mico chittered with joy, grabbed the chocolate chip with both paws, and did a happy backflip off a stack of Post-it notes.