Farewell, My Lunchbag (Chet Gecko Series)by Bruce Hale
Chet Gecko's hunger for mystery is matched only by his appetite for cockroach casserole, mosquito marshmallow surprise, and stinkbug pie. So when the cafeteria needs help nabbing a food thief, Chet digs into the case with a passion he usually reserves only for dessert. But this time Chet may
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Danger may be Chet Gecko's business, but dessert is his delight. . . .
Chet Gecko's hunger for mystery is matched only by his appetite for cockroach casserole, mosquito marshmallow surprise, and stinkbug pie. So when the cafeteria needs help nabbing a food thief, Chet digs into the case with a passion he usually reserves only for dessert. But this time Chet may have bitten off more than even he can chew.
Someone has framed him, and now everyone at Emerson Hicky--even his trusted partner, Natalie Attired--thinks the food thief is none other than Chet!
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- Chet Gecko Series , #3
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1Fright of the Iguana Mrs. Bagoong was a hundred pounds of tough, leathery iguana. Her eyes were like chocolate drops, her cheeks soft as AstroTurf and about the same color. Her thick, powerful body was wrapped in a blue apron that said KISS THE COOK. Yuck. Nobody in his right mind would try to smooch Mrs. Bagoong. She ruled the lunchroom as head cafeteria lady. If you wanted extra dessert, you had to go through her. Few tried. But I’ve always loved a challenge. Mrs. Bagoong was all right. For an iguana. So when I saw her frown at lunchtime that day, I was worried. "What’s the story, brown eyes?" I said. "If your face were any longer, you’d have to rent an extra chin." Mrs. Bagoong piled lime Jell-O onto my tray. The green gelatin was packed with juicy dung beetles. Yum. My mouth watered like an automatic sprinkler system. The queen of the lunchroom sighed. It sounded like a small hurricane. "Chet, honey," said Mrs. Bagoong, "we’ve got problems." My heart raced. "You’re not running out of mothloaf, are you?" "Not yet." I relaxed. "So it’s not serious, then." "Serious enough!" she said. "Someone’s stealing our food. If it keeps up, it could put me out of business." My fists clenched. Food thieves! Scum like that are lower than kidnappers, blackmailers, and people who don’t return library books. They stink like leftovers from a hyena’s lunchbox. A plastic tray bumped mine. "Hubba-hubba, Chet," said Tony Newt. "Sweet-talking the cafeteria ladies, eh?" He winked at me with a bulging eye, one scaly dude to another. This wasn’t the best time for a chat, so I leaned toward Mrs. Bagoong and whispered, "Let’s talk after lunch." "Ooh, lovers’ secrets," cooed Tony. I turned to my classmate. "Hey, Tony, do you know the difference between you and a bug-eating moron?" His forehead wrinkled. "No, what?" "Beats me." Sometimes, I just kill me. I took my tray and found a seat. While I munched on mothloaf in gravy, I chewed over Mrs. Bagoong’s problem. Food thieves at Emerson Hicky, eh? If they kept up their dirty work, the thieves might put the cafeteria out of commission. And that would derail my Jell-O train. I had to help Mrs. Bagoong. A dame in distress gets me every time — even when she’s a hundred-pound iguana. Lunch finished, I dropped my tray on the dirty stack and waited for the place to clear out. The line of kids dribbled out the doors like snot from a runny nose in flu season, and the cafeteria workers started cleaning up. (The cafeteria, I mean, not the nose.) The queen of the lunchroom crooked one claw at me. "Come here, Chet," said Mrs. Bagoong. We walked behind the counter, she opened the storeroom door, and I went rubber legged in amazement. Food, food, and more food! The huge refrigerator sang a siren song louder than a fat lady in a French opera. I plunged my head inside and almost fell down in delight. Pickled spider-eggs and pudding and rat cheese and deep-fried termites and cockroach quiche and happy-spider lasagna and candied butterflies and fire ants in red sauce and— "Uh, Chet? Anybody home?" said Mrs. Bagoong. She rapped on the door with a thick fist. "Oh. Sorry." I slowly pulled my head out of gecko heaven and took a deep breath. "Let’s get down to business," I said. "You’ve got a low-down food thief, and I’m just the gecko to find out who he is." "Or she," said Mrs. Bagoong. "Who he or she is." "Or it." "Who he, she, or it is." I sighed. "Did you used to be a teacher?" "For five years," she said, straightening her hair net. "How did you know?" "Lucky guess. Now tell me all about the food-napping. How did it start?" Mrs. Bagoong parked her massive bulk on a tub of lima beans. I shuddered. Even uncooked, those things are dangerous. She stroked her scaly chin. "I first noticed it last week," she said. "I was making carpenter-ant omelettes, and we ran out of eggs." "Maybe you forgot to buy enough." "That’s what I thought. But then the next day, our candied butterflies disappeared. And two days after that, some bananas went missing." I held up a hand. "Let me get this straight," I said. "First, your eggs beat it. Then your butterflies flew. And then your bananas split?" "You might say that," said Mrs. Bagoong, groaning. "I just did. You’ve got problems, sister." "You’re telling me." Her face crumpled like an empty bag of dragonfly chips. "And almost every day since, more food has disappeared. I asked my workers and the janitors to keep an eye out. Nobody has seen anything." Mrs. Bagoong whimpered. She sunk her face in her hands — or paws, or whatever iguanas call their front feet. I forget. She looked sadder than a wilted bowl of broccoli on a muggy day. One thick, iguanoid tear slithered down her cheek. "If I can’t stop this, I don’t know what will happen. They might even fire me." The tear did it. I can’t stand to see a reptile cry. "All right, enough of that," I said. I pulled my hat low over my eyes. "Chet Gecko is on the case. Food thieves, beware!" She cracked a tiny smile and sniffled. I swaggered to the door and flung it open, then saluted her. "See ya mañana, iguana." Ba-whonk! I’d walked into a stack of cans. "Uh, Chet, honey? That’s the pantry." Another great exit, ruined. Copyright © 2001 by Bruce Hale All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopy, recording, or any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the publisher. Requests for permission to make copies of any part of the work should be submitted online at www.harcourt.com/contact or mailed to the following address: Permissions Department, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt Publishing Company, 6277 Sea Harbor Drive, Orlando, Florida 32887-6777.
Meet the Author
BRUCE HALE is the author of five picture books as well as the Chet Gecko mysteries. A popular speaker, teacher, and storyteller for children and adults, he lives in Santa Barbara, California.
BRUCE HALE is the author of Snoring Beauty, illustrated by Howard Fine, as well as the fifteen Chet Gecko mysteries. A popular speaker, teacher, and storyteller for children and adults, he lives in Santa Barbara, California.
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Someone is stealing food from the school cafeteria! Who could it be?
Chet Gecko, a forth grader, along with his friend, Natalie, are fourth grade detectives. Chet and Natalie are detective partners in solving mysteries in their school. Chet has bad luck and almost nothing goes right for him. He always gets bullied. Ms. Barrong, a lunch lady, told Chet to find out who was stealing food from the cafeteria. One day, my friends were over my house for my birthday and my took my PSP and hid it when my friends and I were down stairs eating, but she gave it back when my friends left. I¿m not telling the ending, so read on to find out. I recommend this book because it makes you really want to read on. It is a very good book and keeps you on the tip of your toes.
In Farewell,My Lunchbag,a 4th grade gecko named Chet is asked to solve a mystery. There is food disapering from the cafeteria!Everybody thinks it's Chet but he pleads innocent. Actually, it turns out to not be Chet, but you'll have to read the book to find the rest. If you like a mystery mixed with humor, read Farewell, My Lunchbag.
Farewell My Lunchbag is definately great for little kids. However, me, not really a little kid (I think)found it boring. Hale's humorous style of writing is pleasant at first but quickly becomes annoying. I wasn't crazy about the other Chet Gecko books so the only reason I chose to read Farewell My Lunchbag is because it is the only book I haven't read ever written (kidding!). The book would have been better if Chet wasn't an in-school detective because I imagine no human (gecko, whatever!) would be stupid enough to try and solve a hard case when you have an education on your mind. School also interferes with the story because there are some in-class parts that are seriously unnessessary to the plot. If you are little kid you will love Chet Gecko, but if you are 12 or older, you will find it annoying.
this book is good and so are all the others go get them and you'll see what i mean chet is so cool so go get the books get the first one that ones good bye