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Category:
Children
Type: Fiction
Pages: 20
This is a middle grade humorous spy adventure/mystery novel.
Abby is painting cats purple, Ms. Perkins class is a zoo, shrieking babies have taken over the grocery store, and a gang of rowdy tricycle riding preschoolers is terrorizing the neighborhood. What is going on? It is up to Agents Brandon and Snot, Super Spies, to find out.
Excerpt
Chapter 7
We went to our room. Snot pushed the secret button behind the bunk beds. The back wall of the closet opened up. The computer screen was flashing messages. Kids all around the town were getting into big trouble. Parents were frustrated, the bus station was crowded with grandparents leaving town. The National Guard had been brought in to keep order, but they didn’t know what to do with toddlers gone mad.
“Brandon, look out the window.”
A rowdy gang of tricycle riding preschoolers were chasing a great dane down the street.
“Where are their parents?” I asked.
“Here they come.” A group of staggering tired-eyed adults carrying coffee mugs were trailing the children. “They look too tired to keep up with their kids.”
Just then one stumbled and fell, causing a pile up.
“I don’t think they’re thinking too clearly,” Snot said.
“Why?”
“Because all they have to do is call the dog.”
“Great plan, Snot! I think his name is Baron Von Schnoz.”
Snot and I ran to the tangled up adults and used our voice magnifying bubble blower to call the dog. Each time a bubble popped, it said, ”Here Schnozzy!”
The great dane perked up his ears and reversed direction suddenly, scattering the preschoolers. They quickly turned their tricycles around and followed in hot pursuit.
Snot held a doggy treat high above his head. Baron Von Schnoz bounded straight towards him.
“Throw the treat!” I yelled.
It was too late. Baron Von Schnoz hurled himself at Snot.
Thud!
“Ow! Get him off of me!” Snot said.
I took hold of Schnozzy’s collar and dragged the giant slobbering dog off of Snot.
“Look, here they come,” said one of the coffee-stained parents.
The preschoolers arrived, waving chubby fists and chanting, “Doggie!”
“This is getting really bad,” said Snot. “What are we going to do?”
“I don’t know Snot, but we must find out what’s going on and stop it.”
The parents gathered up their angry preschoolers and left their tricycles to litter the street. Some of the kids were rubbing their eyes and yawning. They were all grouchy.
“Let’s help clean up this mess,” I said.
Snot and I pulled the tricycles off the road.
“What’s going to happen to those kids?” Snot asked.
“There will be a lot of time outs, but the good news is, they will sleep really well tonight.”
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