Snoring Beauty is a modern fantasy story that is very similar to the fairy tale story of Sleeping Beauty. While reading, we encounter fairies, a cruel curse and a princess enchanted by a spell. It is a story about a royal family that just gave birth to a new princess. They invited fairies who ga...
This is book about a shark that overwhelms everyone when he tries to engage. He plays too hard with his friends, eats everyone's food, and talks a lot during class. He does not mean any harm so his teacher tells him to stop and think about "being cool" first before doing things. At first this is ...
Meet 4th grader Chet Gecko, amateur private eye of his elementary school. When he's not eating bugs, he's solving crime. Told in the style of a old detective movie, Chet whips out many funny one liners and word plays (I heard they are even funnier on the book on tape which you can check out in ou...
Most folks know him as the best lizard detective at Emerson Hicky Elementary, but it's not all knuckles and know-how with Chet Gecko. He's also got his artistic side. If it wasn't for his art, he might never have been sent to Principal Zero's office, where he stumbled onto the mystery of Mr. Nice...
Maybe it’s because he’s shorter than average. Or maybe it’s because of that look in his eyes. (Oh, wait—I know. It’s because he’s thoroughly and completely obnoxious.) Whatever the reason, they found him at recess. I was chatting with my friend Heather on the swings. Zeke and Hector were tossing ...
Boy Meets Squirrel "Uh..." I gaped. "You, uh, want to hire me?" Mr. Zero leaned onto his forearms. "Gecko, despite all your faults, you actually have solved a case or two." "Gee, thanks," I said. The principal's claws emerged. His eyes narrowed. "And now I've got a case that needs solving. Things...
A Big Stink from the Head Cheese There are two theories on how to argue with a principal. Neither one works. "But that book club is just a front for his zombie operation," I said. Principal Zero's claws kneaded his scarred desktop. "Nonsense," he rumbled. "Aloyicious Theonlyest Bunk is the most r...
The Power of Positive Stinking The original tarantula bad boy, Erik Nidd, crawled toward us like a tank—if a tank had eight hairy limbs, a chip on its shoulder the size of a pyramid, and a really nasty disposition. His beefy arms and legs bulged with muscle, and his many eyes glowed with cruel de...
Now all they had to do was sneak away from their guide, hack into the massively protected computer system of one of the world’s most developed nations, and save that nation’s government from a diabolical plot—all by seven thirty that night. No pressure there, thought Cinna...
All Tied Up and No Place to Go Ms. Darkwing swung her knife like a ninja chef at a seven-course dinner. She knew how to use it. Our eyes locked. She sneered. I sneered back. We each stepped forward. Then I heard it: a faint buzzing above us. I spared a quick glance. A fat, juicy fly was circling ...
The Frog Who Cried Wolf The scene behind the portable buildings was livelier than a barrel full of wolverines going over a waterfall. The gang hooted at my prize. "A pointer, woo!" sneered Kurt Replie the rat. "Check out the big bad gecko." Natalie had stolen an apple from her teacher's desk. Pro...
I leaned against the outside wall. If geckos had ears, steam would have been shooting out of mine. "Rats!" I said. "They tricked me, those rotten Rat Sisters! They slipped me a red herring." "A red herring, eh?" said Natalie. "I'd like a couple of those, marinated in olive oil." "No, you ding-don...