Trixie snuggled down in her bed, savoring the warmth of the flannel sheets on a cold Saturday morning. She was surprised, but pleased, that Moms had granted her special permission to sleep in that day. She'd had a hectic week at school and really appreciated her mother's gesture. She was just drifting back to sleep when she was awakened by the sound of Mart yelling outside her bedroom door.

"Moms, where's my green sweatshirt?"

Trixie heard Moms run quickly up the stairs.

"Shhhh, Mart. Trixie's still sleeping," Mom's whispered.

"Why is she still sleeping?" demanded Mart.

"She had a hard week at school and too many late nights. I told her to stay in bed and get some extra sleep this morning."

Trixie heard Mart sigh and then clomp off to his room. She closed her eyes and started to doze off. She was awakened again by Mart, who was now pounding loudly on the bathroom door.

"Open up, Bobby. I need to brush my teeth."

"Go away, Mart," Bobby shouted.

"No," replied Mart and he continued to pound on the door.

The squabbling between the two boys was interrupted by the deep voice of Brian.

"Knock it off, you two," he advised.

Trixie flailed her legs and arms against her mattress in frustration. What was the point of sleeping in if there was no sleeping? Thumping her pillow, Trixie tossed and turned until she found a comfortable position and settled down.

Her eyes again popped open when she was startled by the sound of Bobby yelling,

"Mart, get out of my room," he ordered.

"No. I just want to borrow your compass. Come on, Bobby," pleaded Mart.

"No," Bobby shouted.

Bobby shoved Mart into the hallway and slammed his door shut.

"Boys," yelled Moms. "Get downstairs now."

Trixie held her breath as she waited for another outburst. When she heard nothing, she exhaled, rolled over and closed her eyes. Before she could drift off, she heard another commotion outside her door.

"Moms," she heard Mart holler, "where's my blue scarf?"

"That's it," Trixie shrieked as she furiously kicked off her covers and shot up from her bed. Stomping over to her door, she flung it open and stared at Mart's surprised face.

"Moms gave me special permission to sleep in this morning," she seethed. " But you know what, Mart? I give up!! Clearly, no one can sleep if you are in the house. But remember, dear, loud brother of mine, revenge is sweet...saccharine sweet."

Trixie slammed her bedroom door in Mart's face. He cringed as he thought about a revenge exacted by an angry Trixie.