Andy chased after Kermit, laughing shrilly.
Evan followed, gasping for breath. I can’t breathe, he realized. I’m laughing so hard, I can’t breathe.
“K-Kermit—!” Evan choked out. “You’ve got to s-stop it!” A high giggle burst out of his throat. “You’ve g-got to!”
“I don’t know how,” Kermit replied calmly.
Andy and Evan laughed in reply.
“It’s awesome—isn’t it!” Kermit declared happily. “The mixture works perfectly!”
Andy made a grab for Kermit’s throat.
Again, Kermit ducked away.
Andy and Evan laughed a little harder.
Andy picked up the Frisbee and tried to heave it at Kermit. But she was laughing too hard to control it. The Frisbee sailed over the fence.
“Hey—get that back. That’s mine!” Kermit demanded.
Evan and Andy laughed.
A familiar face popped up on the other side of the fence.
“Conan!” Kermit cried.
Conan peered first at Andy, then at Evan. “Are you looking at my yard?” he asked Evan.
Evan struggled to hold it in. But he let out a high, shrill laugh.
“Didn’t I warn you last week about looking at my yard?” Conan demanded.
Evan laughed.
“Conan, give me back my Frisbee,” Kermit whined.
Conan leaped over the fence. Evan saw that he had the Frisbee in his left hand. Conan quickly hid the Frisbee behind his back.
Andy and Evan laughed. Andy wiped tears from her eyes. Her whole body shook with laughter.
“Give me back my Frisbee,” Kermit insisted.
Conan ignored him. “What’s so funny?” he asked Andy and Evan. He balled his right hand into a fist.
Andy giggled.
If we keep laughing, he’ll pound us! Evan realized. But he couldn’t help himself. He let out a loud belly laugh.
“Hey—I want my Frisbee!” Kermit whined.
“I don’t have your Frisbee,” Conan lied, keeping his left hand behind his back.
Evan tossed his head back and laughed.
“Yes, you do. It’s behind your back,” Kermit said. “Give it back, Conan.”
“Who’s going to make me?” Conan demanded in a low, menacing voice.
Evan let out a high giggle. Andy laughed, too.
“They are!” Kermit replied to Conan. “They’re going to make you!” He turned to Evan. “Make Conan give back my Frisbee.”
Evan laughed in reply.
“What’s so funny?” Conan asked again.
Andy shook her head. “Nothing. Nothing’s funny,” she choked. Then she burst out laughing.
“I don’t like people laughing at me,” Conan said.
This is horrible! Evan thought. One more laugh—and Conan could explode!
Evan let out a long hyena laugh.
“I really go ballistic when people laugh at me,” Conan warned.
Evan and Andy laughed some more.
