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“Todd had dinner at Danny’s that night. Danny’s mother served fried chicken and mashed potatoes. Then she and Danny’s father argued all through dinner about where to go on their vacation, and whether or not they should save the money and buy a couch instead.
Danny seemed really embarrassed about his parents� loud arguing.
But Todd didn’t mind it at all. He was so happy to relax and eat and not worry about finding any long, purple worms on his plate or in his glass.”
― R.L. Stine, Go Eat Worms!

“When he took out his math notebook an hour later, he found a mass of long purple worms crawling around near the binding and between the pages.
The kids sitting near him saw them and started pointing and screaming.
“Todd,� Mr. Hargrove, the math teacher, said sternly, “I think we saw enough of your worms at the Science Expo. I know you’re attached to them. But do you have to bring them to math class?�
Everyone laughed. Todd could feel his face growing hot.
“Todd’s saving them for lunch!� Danny exclaimed from two rows behind him.�
Everyone laughed even louder.
Thanks a bunch, Danny, Todd thought angrily. He scooped the worms up, carried them to the window, and lowered them to the ground.”
― R.L. Stine, Go Eat Worms!

“The weekend passed slowly. Todd and Danny went to a movie on Saturday. It was a comedy about space aliens trying to run a car wash. The aliens kept getting confused and washing themselves instead of the cars. In the end, they blew up the whole planet.
Danny thought it was very funny. Todd thought it was dumb, but funny.
On Sunday, Regina came home from Beth’s. The whole family drove upstate to visit some cousins.”
― R.L. Stine, Go Eat Worms!

“It was a no-worms weekend,â€� Todd told Danny over the phone after dinner on Sunday evening.
“Way to go!� Danny replied enthusiastically.
“Not a single worm,â€� Todd told him, twisting the phone cord around his wrist.”
― R.L. Stine, Go Eat Worms!

“So are you going ahead with your plan?â€� Danny demanded.
“Yeah. Sure,� Todd said. “I have to. They just took the weekend off. For sure. Tomorrow is school. That means more worms in my backpack, in my books, in my lunch.�
“Yuck,â€� Danny murmured on the other end of the line.”
― R.L. Stine