Mike is doing better in school these days. Learning magic helps him to learn other things as well. Sure, he's gotten in trouble in the past, but things are different now. So why does everyone still think he's the same old Mike? If only there was a magic trick to change his reputation... Then, during one of his visits to The White Rabbit Magic Shop, Mike finds something that could be even better than a magic trick-it's possible that Mike could be related to Harry Houdini-the greatest magician ever! But when Mike lets the news slip, and Jackson Jacobs dares him to prove it, he knows that he's in the type of bind that only magic can help him escape! Kate Egan ’s gifts and talents all involve words. She is the author of a picture book, Kate and Nate Are Running Late! , and a chapter book series, The Magic Shop , both published by Feiwel and Friends. Her work has been named to many state reading lists, selected by the Junior Library Guild, and recognized as “Best of the Year” by Amazon. She is also a freelance editor, a prolific ghostwriter, and an occasional book reviewer. Kate lives with her family on the coast of Maine. Magician Mike Lane has been performing magic professionally for over thirty years. He lives with his wife, Donna, and their two children, Daniel and Lindsay, in Staten Island, New York. Eric Wight is an author, illustrator, and animation director, whose books for children include the Frankie Pickle and Magic Shop series. Eric lives in Chalfont, Pennsylvania, with his family. Great Escape By Kate Egan, Mike Lane, Eric Wight Feiwel & Friends Copyright © 2014 Kate Egan All rights reserved. ISBN: 978-1-250-04718-2 Chapter1 FOOT FIGHT Lunchtime was over, and Mrs. Canfield wasn’t happy. Mike Weiss’s class had just streamed up from the cafeteria, dropped their lunchboxes in a bin, and headed back to the classroom. Some kids were still talking and laughing, but Mike felt a chill in the air. Usually, Mrs. Canfield greeted everyone when they came back. She asked what was on the menu, or gave the occasional high five. Today, she was standing at the door with her arms crossed. Mrs. Canfield hadn’t been on lunch duty, but she knew what had happened. Mike didn’t need magic to figure that out. Kids pulled their chairs back and settled into their desks. One by one, they noticed Mrs. Canfield, glaring. Suddenly, the classroom got really quiet. On a normal day, Mrs. Canfield would be passing out papers to get ready for math. On a normal day, she would clap her hands to settle everyone down. Today, she watched and waited until they settled down on their own. Mrs. Canfield’s voice was low when she finally spoke. “Guys, we need to talk about appropriate behavior in the cafeteria. And I have to say, I’m a little disappointed. Do we really need to go over the basics? You’re in fourth grade now. I thought you knew better.” Nobody moved. Nobody spoke. Not even Mike. “Can anyone tell me what happened?” Mrs. Canfield asked in a weird voice. Emily raised her hand. “There was a food fight,” she reported. Other kids interrupted right away. “It was not a food fight!” said Oscar. “Yeah!” Lacey chimed in. “Someone threw food, and then there was a fight, but that’s not the same.…” Now, everyone was talking at once. Mike drummed his fingers on his knees. He didn’t like to get in trouble, but he also didn’t like when it was about to happen to someone else. He always felt sorry for the kid on the spot. He knew what that was like. Mrs. Canfield held up her hand. “Hang on,” she said. Her voice was still quiet, but it felt like she was yelling. “This isn’t going to work. Please take out a piece of paper and a pencil. I would like for each of you to write me a letter about what you just saw in the cafeteria.” Silently, everyone got out their supplies. What had Mike seen at lunch? The inside of his PB&J, which he opened up and ate one side at a time. The face of his new friend, Adam, sitting across the table. Then there was a scoop of tuna fish, hurled at the wall. And a shriek from the kid standing next to it. Some people rushed over and blocked his view of whatever happened next. Mike was not involved. He bit the eraser off his pencil and rolled it around on his desk. A food fight? he thought. Seriously? Who would even do that? He picked up the eraser and chewed it like a piece of gum. Jackson Jacobs, maybe. Or those twins from Nora’s class, Tyler and Chase—they were bad news. He wasn’t sure he should name names, though. Mike looked up from his paper, his eyes darted around the room. Could anyone else be responsible? His eyes met several other pairs of eyes. They, too, were trying to figure out who’d started trouble. Trouble was, they were looking at him . Everyone thought it was Mike. He looked down and raced through his letter. What else could he do? He slammed his pencil down. Now, more people were watching him. He scowled at them and said “It wasn’t me, okay?” with his eyes. Then Mr. Malone was there,