Panic erupted. Sofia tried to close the drawer, but Mico had rolled the raisin into the track. The drawer jammed halfway open. Mico froze, wide-eyed, clutching his chocolate chip like a teddy bear.
Mrs. Davison blinked. Then her face broke into the widest smile Classroom 6X had ever seen.
From that day on, Monkey Mart wasn't a secret. It was a . Each week, one student was named "Monkey Mart Manager," in charge of delivering a single, teacher-approved snack to Mico’s drawer.
“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.
And Mico, in return, would sometimes leave tiny treasures: a shiny button, a bent paperclip, or—once—a perfectly solved math problem written in bite marks on a Cheerio.