Summary
In these two wisecracking, sidesplitting mysteries from Chet Gecko's tattered casebook, the fourth-grade detective and his punning mockingbird partner, Natalie Attired, keep the peace at Emerson Hicky Elementary. In the first, the two sleuths blow the lid off a cheating ring in Mr. Ratnose's classroom, and in the second, they track down the winning ticket for the biggest, chocolatiest, most gut-busting dessert ever, the Malted Falcon. Danger has never been so delicious!
Author Notes
Born near Los Angeles and currently living in Santa Barbara, Bruce Hale has written nearly 20 books. Before becoming a full time writer Hale had a variety of jobs including deejay, gardener and actor. He also lived briefly in Hawaii, inspiring the setting for his books featuring Moki the Gecko. When not writing, Hale is often speaking at schools all over the country. Hale has also taught writing workshops at several colleges and universities and in 1998 received a grant to teach and study in Thailand.
Excerpts
Fire DrilledWhen my morning began with a lumpy bully, a fire drill, a mysterious stranger, and a cootie attack-all by recess-I knew it would be one of those days. A day when you wish you'd strangled your alarm clock. A day when you wish you'd perfected that fake cough and stayed home sick.Unless you're a detective, that is. We eat trouble for breakfast, with a side order of danger, hold the mayo.The whole thing started with the plop of a pop quiz onto my desk.Mr. Ratnose's quizzes are scarier than a broccoli-and-liverwurst smoothie. Especially when you haven't done the homework.I stared at the sheet. The questions made about as much sense as training wheels on a Tyrannosaurus rex. Cold sweat trickled down my cheek.Only one thing could save me....Ring-ah, ring-ah, ring-ah!The fire bell.A smile curled my lips. Saved by the drill.Mr. Ratnose's pointy kisser wore a puzzled frown, but he gave us our marching orders."Single file, everyone," he said. "Line up."We formed a line and trooped out the door. Just my luck, Shirley Chameleon cut right in front of me."Oh, hi, Chet," she said, as we walked down the hall."Shirley."She had big green peepers and a long, curled tail. If I went for dames, I might have thought she was pretty cute.But this gecko doesn't go for dames."It's...um, would you...er," Shirley mumbled."Spit it out, sister," I said.She turned a delicate pink. "Would you be my valentine?" asked Shirley."Absolutely.""Really?" she said."Yup," I said. "When monkeys fly out of my nostrils."Shirley's face fell like a kindergartner's home-baked cake. "Chet Gecko, you are so mean!" She rushed off, taking her cooties with her.I sighed.Just ahead of me, Bitty Chu, a goody-good gopher, turned in place. She gave me a dirty look.I gave her a dirtier one. She turned back around. What makes dames so ding-y around Valentine's Day?By this time, we had reached the playground. Lines of kids covered the grass like army-ant sauce on a sundae. Natalie's class stood by ours, but my mockingbird pal was out of earshot.Teachers huddled at the front of the line, swapping complaints. We weren't going anywhere, so I checked out Natalie's class.Like my own, it was packed with mugs, mopes, and misfits. I recognized Wyatt Burp, a bullfrog who could belch like an opera star, and Paige Turner, a spoiled titmouse in a cashmere sweater.Paige waved at Bitty Chu. They stepped across the gap between the lines and began whispering. All I caught was something about a "moldy falcon."Secrets fascinate me. I drifted toward the gossiping pair. Then I bumped into what felt like a tree trunk."Hey!" said the tree. I glanced up. A tall, spiky reptile with enough peaks on his back for a small mountain range was glaring down at me."I'm allergic to hay," I said. "Can we make it clover?" (Not one of my best quips, but why waste the good stuff on a stranger?)"You bumped me, mate," he rumbled. "Apologize.""All right. Sorry you got Excerpted from The Malted Falcon by Bruce Hale All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.
