The True Meaning of Smekday
Adam Rex
Language: English
Pages: 432
ISBN: 1484729463
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
The book that inspired HOME, now a major motion picture!
Doctor Who and the Tenth Planet
Code of the Krillitanes (Doctor Who: Quick Reads, Book 5)
Dragon and Soldier (Dragonback Series, Book 2)
Ascendance (Star Trek: Deep Space Nine)
Jetpackers in hot pursuit. It was almost quiet, except for the rumbling of the car. “I am wondering,” said J.Lo. “Did we do it? Did the Boov steal away the teleclone booth?” “Steal?” I asked. “Not destroy?” “We shouldto go look. Hurry! There would not be much time!” I urged Slushious forward, toward the ravine, though the shuddering and knocking of the engine only grew worse. “The greatest hope of the Boov has been to one day capture a Gorg telecloner,” said J.Lo. “This way the Boov could.
That it was getting dark, and that my throat was cracked from thirst. I drank, and J.Lo poured half of his bottle over his head and slipped the rest under his sheet to drink. “Mm. Um, this is Vicki and Kat,” I said. “I guess you both know the Chief?” “DON’T STEAL MY LAND, JERKS!” shouted the Chief, and I must have jumped three feet. “YOU PALEFACED DEVILS!” I looked at him, wide-eyed. Where had that come from? “Well, I just think everyone in our little community knows Chief Shouting Bear by.
The robot crackled to life and projected a moving image of what I guessed was the head of a Gorg. The reception was terrible. “A MESSAGE FROM THE ASSISTANT REGIONAL DEVASTATOR GORG THREE-GORGS!” the head said in a tinny roar. “A MESSAGE FROM THE ASSISTANT REGIONAL DEVASTATOR GORG THREE-GORGS! A MESSAGE FROM THE ASSIS—MESSAGE BEGINS. HUMANS! YOU ARE HEARING THIS MESSAGE BECAUSE A CAT OR CATS WAS RECENTLY DETECTED IN YOUR AREA! ARE YOU IN POSSESSION OF A CAT OR CATS, OR KNOW WHERE A CAT OR CATS.
And rode until it ran out of momentum, and we had to jog again. “What does she keep having to ‘check’?” I said. “You’d think we needed watering or something.” We coasted along in silence for a minute. A big ball of burgundy ponytails and black braids rolled across the road ahead of us. “Look,” I said halfheartedly. “Another one of those tumbleweeds made out of old hair weaves.” “Tumbleweave,” said J.Lo. I frowned at the rearview mirror as we slowed. “Were people this crazy before you guys.
Off into the darkness. I looked up quickly to see what it was attached to, but I saw only a huge dark shape high in the sky. In its wake, every car alarm in the neighborhood wailed, and every dog barked. I heard Mom shout, “Cannoli!” from the living room. Then, “Earphones!” I ran out into the hall and stopped at the doorway. “Eggbeater!” Mom had fallen asleep stuffing my stocking. And she must have really fallen asleep, because she was still wearing the stocking up to her elbow. She was.