Philip and Emery have to ace their research assignment about Chinese New Year to save their Social Studies marks. Emery has found a boy who can help them, and they’re standing right outside his family’s restaurant.

“What’s his name?” Philip asked.

“He’s Hung Fat,” Emery replied.

“He’s what?”

“He’s Hung Fat.”

“He’s hung fat?”

“Yeah.”

“He’s hung fat in the restaurant?”

“Of course he’s Hung Fat in the restaurant.”

Philip glanced through the restaurant window. “He’s hung fat in there? I don’t see any. Why’s he hung fat in the restaurant?”

“Because…because…he’s Hung Fat everywhere. Duh!”

“In his house, even, he’s hung fat?”

“Of course he’s Hung Fat in his house. I just told you, he’s Hung Fat everywhere.”

“In school, too? The teacher lets him?”

“Of course, in school. The teacher has to let him. Why are you asking me such dumb questions?”

“They’re not dumb questions. Tell me his name, and stop telling me he’s hung fat. Who cares if he’s hung fat? It’s disgusting.”

“You must care. You asked me about it. And why is it disgusting? He’s Hung Fat. He can’t help it.”

“All right. Forget him. What’s his sister’s name?”

“She’s Bin Fat. See her. There she is.”

Philip glared at his friend.

“She’s been fat?” he said ominously.

“Yes”

Philip pulled Emery to the restaurant window and looked inside. A short, slender girl sat talking to Emery’s friend.

“Her?”

"Yeah.”

“That little girl’s been fat? When was she so fat?”

“I never said she was So Fat. She’s Bin Fat.”

“She’s never been so fat but she’s been fat? You’re not making any sense.”

“I’m making sense. You’re not listening any sense.”