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Bobbie Mendoza Saves the World (Again)
Bobbie Mendoza Saves the World (Again)
Bobbie Mendoza Saves the World (Again)
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Bobbie Mendoza Saves the World (Again)

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“The brevity, pacing, and humor are likely to appeal to reluctant readers. Fun for fans of fantasy and flatulence." —Kirkus Reviews

Perfect for fans of Diary of a Wimpy Kid and Hilo! Author-illustrator team Michael Fry and Bradley Jackson return with a hilarious and heartfelt adventure starring the characters from The Naughty List.

Some nasty imaginary creatures have just escaped into the real world, and it’s an emergency! Bobbie and her friends must take on unicorns, farting spiders, a giant nightmare squid, and a scary Viking bounty hunter who is determined to land the whole gang in Trans-Dimensional prison.

But Bobbie will learn that sometimes the things that scare us most aren't actually so terrifying once you've faced them.

This zany, laugh-out-loud sequel packed with comic illustrations is sure to have kids laughing!

LanguageEnglish
PublisherHarperCollins
Release dateSep 18, 2018
ISBN9780062651945
Bobbie Mendoza Saves the World (Again)
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Michael Fry

Michael Fry has been a cartoonist and bestselling writer for over thirty years. He has created or cocreated four internationally syndicated comic strips, including Over the Hedge, which is featured in newspapers nationwide and was adapted into the DreamWorks Animation hit animated movie of the same name. He is also the author and illustrator of the bestselling middle grade novel series How to Be a Supervillain and The Odd Squad. He lives on a small ranch near Austin, Texas, with his wife, Kim, and a dozen or so unnamed shrub-eating cows. Follow him on Twitter at @MFryActual.  

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    Bobbie Mendoza Saves the World (Again) - Michael Fry

    Chapter 1

    So this is how I spent my Sunday evenings—in the smelly old gymnasium of the Nondenominational Church of Happiness and Stuff with my uncle Dale and fourteen other poor souls who claimed to have had an encounter with a Trans-Dimensional Being.

    How was this going to help me at school tomorrow?

    Thank you, Ms. Ginsburg, said the group leader, Topher.

    Topher is deadly boring. His only claim to TDB fame was growing up next door to a Sasquatch (who may or may not have just been some really hairy dude).

    Topher turned his attention to me. Bobbie, do you have anything to share?

    Of course I didn’t have anything to share.

    But if you don’t share, if you say, Nah, I’m fine, Toph, I’m just here for the stale donuts, then he just keeps poking and prodding you until you lose your temper or share everything in one long emotional rant. Sort of like a mom.

    Normally I’d cave, but I’ve got a system. Watch and learn.

    Aren’t I clever?

    Guess that means it’s my turn! boomed Uncle Dale.

    Uncle Dale loves it when it’s his turn. He doesn’t have any trouble sharing. Especially on his website.

    Since that Christmas thing I mentioned, traffic to his site has nearly tripled. From twelve monthly visitors to thirty-five.

    Uncle Dale is weird, but it’s a good kind of weird. The kind that takes the attention off me.

    Most of the time.

    Uncle Dale addressed the group. Bobbie starts a new school tomorrow and she’s terrified of not being able to relate to anyone or make any new friends because they may find out what happened to her in the Trans-Dimensional World.

    Wait. What?

    Every eye turned to me.

    Topher smiled. Well, Bobbie, it does seem like you have more to share.

    I sighed. Are you sure we can’t go back to Ms. Ginsburg and her farting chimney pterodactyl?

    Uncle Dale put his hand on my shoulder. It’s okay, Bobbie, we’re here to help.

    I’d had enough.

    Fine! I shouted. I don’t want the new kids at my school to think I’m weird. I don’t want to accidentally talk about how I know Santa or I’ve seen things that everyone else would think are crazy BUT I KNOW are real! I want to fit in! I want to forget what I saw! I want to forget what I did!

    Great. Now the rest of the session was going to be about me, my problems, and ME! I needed a distraction. I needed someone to save me. I needed a miracle!

    Be careful what you wish for.

    Chapter 2

    The scary Amazon Viking lady was in my face with all the confidence and poise of an exploding can of Cheez Whiz.

    Topher rushed to his feet. Excuse me, but this is a private meeting!

    The Viking gal grabbed Topher by his bow tie. Private?! Listen up, Soft-Spot. Ain’t nothing gonna be private when vampires and trolls and zombie squid are running wild in the streets. I’m talking chaos, people. Mass hysteria!

    She marched around the room and glared at each of us in turn. Then she grabbed one of Dale’s donuts, shoved it in her mouth, and sat down. Right next to me. No one said a word.

    Next time I wish for a miracle I’ll be more specific.

    She leaned over and smiled at me. So you want to pretend like it never happened! Lemme tell you something, little miss missy, an attitude like that is gonna get you roasted, toasted, and swallowed whole by a dragon-bear.

    A what?

    You got any idea what that is?! she shouted.

    I cleared my throat. I assume it’s a creature that’s part dragon and part bear?

    She paused for a brief moment. Good guess. Then she turned to the others. As for the rest of you! With your whiny, crybaby stories of ‘Oh . . . wha wha, Elvis is my Uber driver, whaaa. I got two words for ya . . .

    Topher—sounding like a mouse whispering into a cave—attempted to speak. Ma’am, we understand you’re upset, but if you could please let us finish our meeting and then perhaps you and I could talk . . . in private, away from everyone else.

    The crazy lady started laughing. Not a that’s-so-funny kind of laugh. No, it was the kind of laugh you hear in old movies when the villain has the good guy hanging over a tank of hungry beavers and he thinks it’s over, but it’s not over because the good guy can speak telepathically with the beavers and tells them to eat the villain. But what the good guy doesn’t know is that the villain holds all the beavers’ children hostage until they eat the good guy.

    Topher gulped as Laughing Lady walked toward him. We all watched it unfold like a beautiful slow-motion train wreck.

    I don’t understand what’s so funny, said Topher.

    Sure you don’t . . . But maybe you’ll start laughing if I tickle your gigantic feet!

    BIGFOOT! shouted Uncle Dale with glee.

    The rest of us just stared, openmouthed. Great. This is exactly the type of thing I was hoping to not see before my first day of school tomorrow.

    That’s right, said Loraine, all this time your little support group has been led by a Class B Metatarsus Abnormality with Extreme Filamental Outgrowth!

    Bigfoot. Uncle Dale nodded.

    I mean sure, we’ve all seen the blurry pictures, but none of them looked as terrified as Topher did. I felt sorry for him as the scary lady dragged him toward the door.

    I looked at Uncle Dale. Who in the heck was that?! I asked.

    Loraine. Loraine the Bounty Hunter. And we need to talk to her!

    Chapter 3

    We caught up to Loraine as she started to get into her ancient VW Bug.

    Uncle Dale cried, Loraine! Loraine! Hold up a sec!

    Loraine turned to Uncle Dale. Who are you?

    Sorry, said Uncle Dale. I’m Dale Mendoza and this is my niece, Bobbie. We’re both huge fans.

    What? I said.

    Uncle Dale continued, That were-zombie you captured in Portland last week was a thing of beauty!

    You know about that? Loraine said.

    Of course I know . . . you may read my blog . . . theyreeverywhere.com.

    Hmmmm . . . You wrote that story about the recent unicorn influx.

    That was me! said Dale proudly.

    She looked Dale over. "You got some stuff wrong. Unicorns don’t poop

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