<Previously on the story>


Donut Trumpet has only one wish: to be king.


The key to leaping back in time isn't just any Big Pack!

Once again, the Donut boy marched into Pakdonald and placed his order:

"101 Big Packs, please!"


Burgers and time-leaps will carry Donut up the craziest staircase of his life!

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Once again, Big Packs — teetering off three overloaded trays — were slammed down on my table.


I ripped open the first wrapper and sank my teeth into the first Big Pack.


The key isn't just any Big Pack.


It's 101.


Back then, when I thought I'd finished the 101st, my whole body suddenly started to burn up.

Maybe some wild chemical reaction from all that Big Pack stuff kicked in.

Whatever it was, if I could eat 101 again, I'd leap again.

No question.


Fifty, sixty, seventy — I bulldozed through the Big Packs like a human machine.

Grease-sweat dripped onto the table.

My stomach screamed.

Still, I didn't stop.


Finally, I reached for the 101st.


With trembling hands I tore open the wrapper and shoved the Big Pack into my mouth, swallowing buns and meat while picturing Lib's smug, hateful face barging in.


And then it hit.


Heat roared through me like the oil from all those patties had caught fire.

My brain expanded like a Big Bang.

A white flash, and then — total blackout.


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A self-righteous girl with that high-and-mighty look stood blocking my way.


"You're no king — you're just cheating. You think you're popular because you spin everybody around?"


"Lib... at last, we meet."


Right now, just for this second, I could've jumped her and kissed that infuriating face — the face I'd eaten myself half to death just to see again, the face I was about to smash.


"This time, you're not getting away."


My boys howled.


"Donut, you finally fell for her?"

"Make her your girl!"


The color drained from Lib's face.


"Don't you dare. Donut Trumpet."


"I'm gonna put you down right now!"


I threw my right straight the moment I said it.

Yeah. I remember it clearly.

The instant I extended my arm, Lib would normally slip under and counter.

But not this time.

I drove my left uppercut straight into her jaw—


And the next second, burning pain seared my cheek and rattled my skull.

Flat on the music-room floor, I heard that cold voice raining down:


"Even if the world turns upside down and you become President of the United States, I swear I'll never bow to you. Not in this life, not ever. Got it, Donut Trumpet?"