Enter the Zombie (Nathan Abercrombie, Accidental Zombie Series #5)
  • Enter the Zombie (Nathan Abercrombie, Accidental Zombie Series #5)
  • Enter the Zombie (Nathan Abercrombie, Accidental Zombie Series #5)

Enter the Zombie (Nathan Abercrombie, Accidental Zombie Series #5)

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by David Lubar

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When Mr. Murphy finds out that evil organization RABID is using a student academic and athletic competition to recruit agents, he asks Nathan, Abigail, and Mookie to form a team and enter the contest. Things go terribly wrong when Nathan's nemesis, Rodney the bully, forms his own team to go up against Nathan. Soon Rodney and his pals start to notice some very odd

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When Mr. Murphy finds out that evil organization RABID is using a student academic and athletic competition to recruit agents, he asks Nathan, Abigail, and Mookie to form a team and enter the contest. Things go terribly wrong when Nathan's nemesis, Rodney the bully, forms his own team to go up against Nathan. Soon Rodney and his pals start to notice some very odd things about Nathan. Will they discover Nathan's secret and expose his zombie identity to the entire world?

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Praise for My Rotten Life:

“The first book in a promising new series introduces likable characters beset by unusual but humorous circumstances…will appeal to reluctant readers”—School Library Journal

“The over-the-top narrative will appeal to readers who like their humor twisted, and might even have some wishing that they, too, could be a half-dead zombie.”—Publishers Weekly

“Nathan is a delightful hero—a former semi-nerd and frequent subject of smackdowns, adventitiously turned cool customer—which, to zombies, comes naturally.”—Kirkus Review

Children's Literature - Justina Engebretson
Nathan looks like the average fifth grade student, but unlike most children his age he sometimes needs a little glue to keep himself together. That is just one of the problems of being a zombie. On the bright side, zombies do not need to sleep or breathe, which makes Nathan a valuable spy for the Bureau of Useful Misadventures (BUM). Having been contacted by his boss Mr. Murphy, Nathan and his two friends Abigail and Mookie must compete in the Mind and Body competition in hopes of attracting attention from RABID, a wicked organization that BUM is trying to stop. As Nathan and his friends begin this competition, danger awaits them, both from the bullies at school and from the enemy abroad. Amidst it all, Abigail's uncle is off seeking a zombie cure. Will Nathan and his friends succeed at winning the competition and bringing down RABID and will he finally be truly human again? This fifth book in Lubar's series "Nathan Abercrombie, Accidental Zombie" is full of humor and will surely bring much entertainment to middle age readers. Some parents may not appreciate some of the contents of the book, such as the cutting off of body parts; however, Lubar does a tasteful job of describing such scenes in an age appropriate manner without being too graphic. Overall, this read will be enjoyed by middle readers who like action packed, zombie adventures. Reviewer: Justina Engebretson
Kirkus Reviews

It's been a crazy year for fifth grader Nathan Abercrombie. Zombiefied by accident, he was recruited as a secret agent by the Bureau of Useful Misadventures. Now BUM wants his help in capturing the dread leader of RABID (Raise Anarchy By Inciting Disorder). Nathan wants to find a cure for his zombism, but he'd just be happy to stop rotting. Until now, he and friends Abigail and Mookie have kept Nathan's deadness (and Abigail's superbrain) under wraps. However, BUM wants them to enter the Mind and Body Competition in hopes of luring RABID out of the shadows. Meanwhile, Abigail's mad-scientist uncle thinks he may be on to a cure (unfortunately, he's a wanted man nearly everywhere). What's a half-dead kid to do? Lubar wraps up his Nathan Abercrombie, Accidental Zombie series with some spy thrills, slapstick and a nice helping of gross. There is a bit of conclusion-jumping and acceptance of assumptions as fact in the service of the plot, and this is less of a stand-alone than previous entries, but fans will be pleased with the outcome.(Funny horror. 7-11)

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Tom Doherty Associates
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Nathan Abercrombie, Accidental Zombie Series, #5
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5.70(w) x 8.40(h) x 0.90(d)
530L (what's this?)
Age Range:
8 - 12 Years

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Enter the Zombie

By David Lubar

Tom Doherty Associates

Copyright © 2010 David Lubar
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4299-8942-8


Mission Irresistible

"That can't be him." I froze at the bottom of the school steps and stared at the man on the sidewalk twenty yards ahead of me. It was a Monday afternoon in early March, and we'd just gotten out of school.

"Which means it has to be him," Mookie said. "He's really tricky, right? So I'll bet he's disguised to look like himself, just to throw people off."

"It's definitely him," Abigail said when we were ten yards away. "There can't possibly be two tall, thin redheaded men on earth with ears that large."

"Wait!" Mookie grabbed my arm. "It could be one of his robots. We should wait here until it explodes."

"It's not a robot," I said. "They do a good job with the squirrels, but the human ones never look that real. It's him. I still can't believe this."

I thought nothing Mr. Murphy did would surprise me. As the head of BUM — the Bureau of Useful Misadventures — he'd tossed me to a pack of vicious guard dogs, sent me over an electrified fence, made me think I was about to get blown up, and nearly burned down my house. He even had me claw my way through a mountain of garbage. At least he hadn't made me chew my way through the trash heaps with my hands tied behind my back.

After my adventure on the garbage barge, I'd spent several months carrying out other spy missions for BUM. I'd saved a lot of lives, and helped the good guys catch some really evil bad guys.

During that time, Mr. Murphy contacted me in dozens of strange and dangerous ways involving all sorts of mechanical creatures, lots of sparks, a scattering of laser beams, far too many flames, and a variety of explosions.

But there was one thing he'd never done after I'd joined BUM.

Until today.

"This must be serious," I said.

"It's definitely unprecedented," Abigail said.

"He's not a president," Mookie said. "At least, I don't think he is. And if he was, he probably wouldn't tell anyone."

Abigail groaned, but didn't bother to say anything. I had a feeling I knew what unprecedented meant. This had never happened before, not counting the first time Mr. Murphy had approached me. But it was happening now. The master spy who had recruited me and trained me, the man who did everything in secret, was standing in public, right in front of the school, waiting for me. He wasn't even wearing any sort of disguise or hiding behind a large plant.

"We need to talk," he said when I reached him.

I couldn't even begin to guess what this was about.

"We'll catch up with you," Abigail said. She tugged at Mookie's arm. "Come on. Let's leave them alone."

"Hold on. We all need to talk." Mr. Murphy tucked his little finger under his thumb, then aimed his other fingers in our direction. "The three of you. Right now. But let's not stand here where we'll attract attention."

He headed down the street. I stared at his back for a moment, then raced to catch up with him.

"Well, that certainly won't attract any attention," he said. "Would you like to hop and skip, too? Or is running enough? You could sing at the top of your lungs. That would be a nice touch. Maybe we can find you some sparklers to wave around."

I tried to think of some smart-alecky reply to throw back at him, but he was right. Spies should never attract attention — unless they're doing it on purpose to distract people from secret actions being done by other spies.

"What's going on?"

"We have a chance to take out RABID from the very top," he said. "If we act now, we can cut the head off the snake. That would be a major step toward destroying them."

He definitely had my attention. I'd love to see RABID wiped out. The name stood for Raise Anarchy by Inciting Disorder. They wanted to control people by making them unhappy with their leaders. They were responsible for plenty of the bad things that happened in the world. They would have done even more bad things if Mr. Murphy and I hadn't been around to stop some of their plans.

"But you said they're too spread out to get rid of." From what I knew, RABID worked in little groups all around the world. Mr. Murphy called the groups cells.

"We think we know how to locate the man at the very top of the organization. If we can capture Baron von Lyssa, the cells won't survive for long." Mr. Murphy pulled a folded sheet of paper from his pocket and handed it to me. "Ever heard of this?"

I opened it up and read the first three lines.


Enter a Team in the Ultimate

Athletic and Academic Competition!

Below the headline, there was a drawing of a kid with a big head and bulging muscles. He had a dumbbell in one hand and a book in the other. The flyer looked sort of familiar. "I saw this on the bulletin board last month," I said. It had quickly gotten covered by posters about the band concert, the bake sale, and all sorts of other stuff. "They put up an announcement every year. Nobody from our school ever enters."

I noticed Abigail was staring at the flyer. Then her gaze drifted toward the clouds, like she was thinking about something.

"That kid must have to buy his hats somewhere special," Mookie said. "What's that have to do with us, anyhow?"

"We think RABID looks for exceptional young people and convinces them to join the organization. Sometimes, they start working on their candidates when they're years away from becoming active."

"And kids who enter the contest are more likely to have the sorts of skills that RABID would find useful," Abigail said. "Especially the winners."

"I've been told you're quite smart," Mr. Murphy said. "Apparently, that's the case. I assume you know what I'm going to ask next."

"Ooohhh! Let me guess!" Mookie raised his hand, like we were in class, waved it wildly, and then shouted out, "You want us to parachute out of a jet and attack the bad guys. Right?" He clenched his fists above his shoulders, the way people do when they're hanging under a parachute. Then he tugged down with his left fist and skittered in that direction.

Mr. Murphy made a face like he'd just tried to swallow a large slice of moldy onion. "Well, lad, I wouldn't mind dropping you out of a jet, preferably over an empty stretch of ocean, but that's not exactly the current plan. Though I'll keep it in mind for later, should an opportunity arise."

"No jet?" Mookie asked.

"No jet," Mr. Murphy said.

"He wants us to form a team, enter the competition, and do well enough that we're approached by RABID," Abigail said. "That's why he's talking to all three of us. Each Brainy Brawny team has three people on it."

"That was my next guess," Mookie said. "But I didn't want to show off too much. Nobody likes a smarty-pants. Or a smarty-skirt."

"Correct again." Mr. Murphy nodded at Abigail, who happened to be wearing a skirt today.

"Okay, so you want us to enter the contest," I said. "I guess we have a chance to do well. But why didn't you just send a message to me like you usually do?"

"There wasn't time. We figured out RABID's connection with Brainy Brawny late this morning, right before the sign-up deadline. All three of you need to fill out an entry form immediately." He handed each of us a sheet of paper and a pen. "Fill these out, and I'll mail them right away. But before you do, I need to make sure all of you understand what you're getting into."

"A jet?" Mookie asked.

I had a good idea I knew what Mr. Murphy meant. "We'll be meeting with a very dangerous person. At some point, we might be on our own, out of touch with BUM. If we mess up, there won't be anyone to come to our rescue."

"Exactly," Mr. Murphy said. "Wherever you go to meet him, you'll be scanned for electronic devices, so we can't use any sort of tracker or beacon. You'll be isolated. They'll take steps to make sure you aren't being followed. We'll have no way to communicate. If they suspect you, bad things could happen. There are definite dangers. The choice is yours."

"I'm in," Abigail said.

"Me, too," Mookie said. "Can I keep the pen?"

"Looks like we have a competition to win." I checked out the entry form. "Our parents don't have to sign anything?"

"Not for the local competition at your school," Mr. Murphy said. "You'll need permission for the regional competitions, but I'm sure that won't be a problem."

I filled out the form and handed it back to Mr. Murphy.

He put the sheets in an envelope. "You're doing a good thing — all three of you. I'll be in touch very soon." He nodded at us, then walked off.

"I guess we'd better start practicing," Mookie said. "Do you think there'll be lots of math?"

"You can't practice for this," Abigail said. "We could be asked to do anything."

"I can practice spying." Mookie squatted, squinted, and looked around from side to side. "I know we'll be doing that."

"Good grief!" Abigail backed away from Mookie and fanned the air in front of her nose. "Don't squat around people. It puts too much pressure on your overloaded intestines."

"Sorry." Mookie shrugged and stood up. "Oops. Sorry again. I guess getting up from a squat presses on stuff, too. But I can't help it if my intestines are overloaded. Mom made her cauliflower casserole last night. The recipe takes three whole cans of spray cheese. It's too good to resist."

Abigail backed farther away from him. "I wonder whether they'll ask about current events? I haven't read today's newspaper yet. Or any of this week's news magazines. I'd better get going."

"I thought you just told us we can't prepare for this," I said.

"We can't. But it doesn't hurt to brush up on a topic or two, just in case. I gotta go." She dashed several steps away, then stopped when the opening notes of the Jupiter Symphony played from her purse. That was her current favorite ringtone. I wouldn't have known the name if she hadn't told me. Last month, she'd used the nesting call of the speckled grackle.

She pulled her phone from her purse, spoke for a moment, then ran back to me.

"Nathan!" she said. "There's amazing news!"


Making a Pig of Myself

"What?" I had no clue who could be calling Abigail with important news.

"Let me guess," Mookie said. "Mr. Murphy called because he changed his mind about the jet." He held his arms out like wings and ran in swooping circles around us, making jet engine whooshes. Then he shouted, "Uh-oh! Eject! Eject! Mayday!" He leaped in the air and did the parachute thing again.

"That was Dr. Cushing," Abigail said. "She told me she finally solved the last problem with the bone machine."

"For real?" That was amazingly good news. I'd been waiting forever for her to fix the machine. My bones are weak, because I'm dead. Dr. Cushing, who works for BUM, built a machine that could strengthen my bones. It worked fine when she tested it on my hand. But when she'd boosted the power so it could do my whole body, the first version had some bad, and messy, side effects.

After blowing up the test subject, Dr. Cushing, who's pretty brilliant herself, joined forces with Abigail, who's a science genius. They'd been trying all sorts of things to make the machine safe.

"For real," Abigail said. "We'd been exploring the whole resonance problem, and she thought up a different approach last week, involving harmonics. We used Fourier transformations to create sine waves —"

I held up my hand to stop her. I realized she was excited, but she might as well have been barking or meowing. The words didn't mean a thing. "It works?"

"Yup, it works," Abigail said. "Everything is all set. You should go there right now."

"Do you want to come?" I asked.

"They won't let me in," she said. "You know how strict they are about security. But we can wait for you down the street from the museum, like we used to do back when BUM first approached you."

"That would be great."

"I wish they'd let us inside," Mookie said. "I'll bet it's awesome."

"Yeah, too bad they won't," I said. It would be nice having my friends there with me. But I could just see Mookie stumbling across the room at the wrong time, banging into the bone machine, and changing the way it worked so I ended up with a gigantic head like the kid on the Brainy Brawny flyer. Or maybe I'd end up with flexible bones and antlers. As if I didn't already have enough problems with my body. The one lucky thing about being half-dead was that nobody could tell it just by looking at me. At least, not yet.

Mookie and Abigail walked through town with me toward the Museum of Tile and Grout. The secret entrance to get from our town of East Craven to BUM headquarters was in the lobby of the museum. BUM had secret entrances all over the place.

"You're so lucky," Mookie said while we waited for a light to change.

"Are you kidding?"

"Nope. I'm totally serious. Most people are scared about all kinds of stuff. Look at Ferdinand. He's afraid of everything. Even I'm scared of some stuff, and I'm pretty brave most of the time. But you — you have nothing to worry about. Nothing bad can happen. If you cut off a hand, you can just glue it back on. If there's a poisonous gas leak, you won't even notice. You have no worries."

I looked across the street at a construction site. They were pouring concrete. I imagined what would happen if I fell into it when nobody was around to help me out. A regular person would die. But not me. I didn't need to breathe. So I'd be stuck there, sealed in, trapped forever, with nothing for company except my thoughts and memories. Mookie was wrong. It's not that I had no worries. I had different worries. And lots of them.

"Am I right?" Mookie asked.

I couldn't tell him what had just gone through my mind. It would only add to his own list of nightmares. "Yeah. You're right. In some ways, I guess I'm pretty lucky."

"Speaking of that, good luck," Abigail said.

I realized we'd reached the museum.

"Break a leg," Mookie said.

"I already did that. It wasn't fun."

Abigail's phone beeped. I hoped there wasn't a problem. "It's a text," she said. "But not from Dr. Cushing. I don't recognize the number."

I looked at the display.



"This makes no sense," Abigail said. "A cur is a dog, and a morel is a mushroom. Who cares if a hunting dog eats mushrooms? It must be a wrong number, or some kind of glitch. Never mind. You'd better get going." She shoved the phone back in her purse.

"Yeah. Here I go." I went inside and took the elevator — which was really more like a rocket car — to BUM headquarters.

Mr. Murphy was waiting for me on the other side. "Well, it looks like you're no longer going to be able to claim the title of the world's most breakable spy."

"Yeah," I said. "I guess you'll have to find other reasons to make fun of me."

"That shouldn't prove very challenging. You're an endless source of inspiration. Come on, let's go stiffen your spine."

I followed Mr. Murphy to Dr. Cushing's lab. "Nathan," she said when I walked in, "I'm so happy we got the machine working."

There was a large vat of milk on the floor, beneath the latest version of the bone machine. I tried to figure out how the machine was different from before, but I really had no idea what I was looking at. It was just a bunch of wires, metal parts, glass tubes, switches, and dials.

I pointed at the vat. "Do I get in now?"

"Not yet. I wanted you to see the final test for yourself, first," Dr. Cushing said. "It's all set to go."

"Thanks. It'll be nice to know for sure that it works, before you try it on me," I said. "I remember the first time you fired this thing up."

"I think we all do. I still have nightmares where pig pieces rain from the sky." She shuddered. "But this will prove to you that everything is safe."

I watched as she flipped a switch on the side of the machine and turned a dial all the way to the right. Last time, the milk started bubbling like it was simmering on a stovetop. Then, the pig exploded. It wasn't a live pig, but it was still a juicy one. It was a good thing nothing can make me feel sick to my stomach, because that shower of pork parts would definitely have made me throw up for a solid week or two.

This time, the milk didn't even ripple as it filled with tiny bubbles. Better yet, the pig didn't blow up. The three of us — me, Dr. Cushing, and Mr. Murphy — stared at the perfectly calm surface of the milk as the liquid turned clear.

"All the calcium is getting absorbed by the bones," Dr. Cushing said. "Give me a hand, please, Peter."

"It works," I said as she and Mr. Murphy lifted the pig out of the vat. "This is great."

"And it's safe," she said. "Abigail and I went over the calculations a dozen times, just to make sure we didn't miss anything. But I'm not going to trust the calculations by themselves, even though the pig appears to be fine. I need an hour to run some tests on our subject, to make sure everything is okay. And I'll have to refill the vat."

Finally, I'd get my bones strengthened. That was great. I was tired of my fingers snapping off like overbaked pretzel rods. A brittle spy isn't anywhere near as useful as a sturdy spy.


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Enter the Zombie (Nathan Abercrombie, Accidental Zombie Series #5) 4.7 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 15 reviews.
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Great book for both girls and boys.
harstan More than 1 year ago
Although Nathan knows he owes the Bureau of Useful Misadventures (BUM), especially their leader Mr. Murphy and Dr. Cushing, for hardening his bones as the life span of a zombie is rather disgustingly short, he prefers to avoid them. Nathan and Abigail see Murphy at their school where he demands they and Mookie team up in a contest sponsored by evil RABID as a drafting mechanism to find appropriate young recruits. Rodney the bully also forms a team to compete and pound into the ground Nathan and his squad. However, during the games, Rodney and others closely observe Nathan leaving behind bodily yucky pieces on the playing field. Nathan sadly tells Abigail that mission-obsessed BUM in their way is almost as evil as Rabid is; he concludes Mr. Murphy will never humanize him because having a zombie on call, even a preadolescent, is a great secret weapon. Although there are several less pints of puke and other loosely labeled bodily fluids that the EPA would condemn, Enter the Zombie is a terrific upper elementary school thriller. Nathan and Abigail display wisdom as they draw generalizations based on observations, For instance, her wry comment on research and his re the merits of BUM and Rabid in which they share in common the tenet that the end justifies the mean. Mookie provides comic relief when the gross meter is about to implode. Fans will appreciate the latest Nathan the child zombie tale as the trio works together to survive the brains and brawn contest while seeking the Zombie fever cure. Harriet Klausner
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David lubar is awesome he wrote Hidden Talents. I actually saw him in person at my school
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