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Summary
Summary
George and his classmates and their families are heading to a ski resort. There, they'll compete in a charity event with figure skating, ice sculpting, snowboarding, and more. George is convinced he'll win the snowboarding contest and get to meet his idol-snowboarding pro Dice Nievson-that is, until he gets sick and his best friend Alex must compete in his place. Will the bug ruin his chances of meeting his hero and helping his school win the prize?
Author Notes
Author Nancy Krulik graduated from Temple University. Before becoming a free-lance author, she was the editor of Scholastic's Hot Dog and Thrills and Chills magazines. She has written over 200 books for children and young adults including biographies of Hollywood's hottest young stars and teen and preteen advice books. She is best known for writing the Katie Kazoo, Switcheroo series and the How I Survived Middle School series.
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Excerpts
Excerpts
"Georgie stole the cookie from the cookie jar . . . ," Sage sang out as the yellow school bus rolled down the highway late Friday afternoon. George Brown frowned and sank down in his seat. He really hated when Sage called him Georgie. For a minute, he thought about ignoring her. But since his teacher and his parents were also on the bus, that wasn't a good idea. So he replied, "Who, me?" "Yes, you," the other kids on the bus sang. "Couldn't be," George said. "Then who?" the other kids sang back. "Julianna stole the cookie from the cookie jar," George chanted. "Who, me?" Julianna sang. "Yes, you," the others chanted back. As the kids turned their attention to Julianna, George reached into his snack bag and pulled out a chocolate-chip cookie. "I wish Sage wasn't on this trip," he whispered to his best friend, Alex, who was sitting next to him. "Don't let her ruin your weekend," Alex said. "It's going to be great. How many kids get the chance to go on a community-service ski trip ?" George almost hadn't believed it when his teacher, Mrs. Kelly, first announced that the fourth grade of Edith B. Sugarman Elementary School would be taking part in a snow-sports competition to help raise money to buy books for the library in an elementary school in China. But that was exactly what they were doing. The kids had been studying earthquakes in science class when they read about a big one that struck a poor, small village in China. The quake hit near an elementary school, and the entire school library had been destroyed. That's when the fourth-graders at Edith B. Sugarman Elementary decided to come to the rescue by raising money to replace the books that had been lost in the quake. At first, George figured they were going to have a few bake sales to raise the money. But going on a ski weekend with his friends and their families was a whole lot better than selling cupcakes! Not even Sage could ruin that. "Can I have another one of your mom's cookies?" Alex asked George. "All my mom put in my snack pack were carrots and apple slices." George reached into his bag and handed one to Alex. George felt bad for his friend. Alex's mom was a dentist. Candies and cookies were in short supply for him. "Thanks." Alex popped the cookie into his mouth. "So, did you get that new snowboard you wanted?" George was about to explain that his parents had told him the snowboard he'd been eyeing was way too expensive, but something stopped him. Apparently Sage wasn't the only trouble George was facing on this trip. Something much worse had come along for the ride. Something scary. And dangerous. And bubbly . There were hundreds of bubbles bouncing around in George's belly! Bing-bong! The bubbles were bashing into his bladder. Ping-pong! They were pouncing on his pancreas. And wiggling up his windpipe! George shut his lips tight and tried to keep the bubbles from bursting out. He rubbed his head and tapped his stomach. That was the secret signal he was supposed to give Alex whenever he felt a burp coming. If Alex saw the signal, he knew to get George out of there. But Alex couldn't help George today. "Dude, not now!" he whispered, trying not to draw any attention to what George was doing. "We're trapped on a bus." George may have been trapped, but the bubbles weren't going to stay that way. They tickled George's tongue and twisted around his teeth. And then . . . George let out a burp so strong and so loud that mountain climbers at the top of Mount Everest could probably hear it. Now that the burp was out, it was in charge. Whatever it wanted, George had to do. Because the super burp wasn't just loud. It was magic . "George!" his mother scolded. "What do you say?" George wanted to say "excuse me." He really did. But George didn't control what he said. The burp did. And what the burp wanted to say was, "I stole the cookie from the cookie jar!" "That's not how you play the game, Georgie," Sage told him. "You're supposed to wait your turn and then say someone else's name." But super burps play by their own rules. So the next thing George knew, he was flinging cookies all around the bus, like tiny chocolate-chip-filled Frisbees. "Incoming cookies!" George shouted. He flung one at Sage's head. "Ow!" Sage exclaimed. "Thanks for the cookie, Georgie. But you could have just passed it to me." "Here comes another," George announced, flinging a cookie into the air. His pal Chris ducked. The cookie sailed over him and bounced off Max's nose. "George, please behave!" Mrs. Kelly scolded. "Stand down, soldier," George's dad demanded. Excerpted from 'Snot Funny by Nancy Krulik 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.