But I guess I must have made a pretty big racket because the next thing I knew, Dad was downstairs, yelling at me for eating Cheerios at 3:00 in the morning.
It took me a minute to figure out what the heck was going on.
After I did, I told Dad that Rodrick had played a trick on me, and HE was the one that should be getting yelled at.
Dad walked down to the basement to chew Rodrick out, and I tagged along. I couldn't wait to see Rodrick get what was coming to him.