Freddy and the French Fries #1: Fries Alive! [NOOK Book]

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Freddy Funkhouser comes up with an idea to bolster business for his family's fast-food health restaurant, Burger Castle, and finally defeat Pookesville's biggest bully, Adam Spanker. When Freddy's fun invention goes awry, the results are five very funny French fries who come to life and wreak havoc in Freddy's family and community. With some help from his cheese-cube-loving best friend Howie Kapowie, and armed with his dad's inventions, Freddy and the French Fries set out to bring Spanker and his gang down in a ...
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Overview

Freddy Funkhouser comes up with an idea to bolster business for his family's fast-food health restaurant, Burger Castle, and finally defeat Pookesville's biggest bully, Adam Spanker. When Freddy's fun invention goes awry, the results are five very funny French fries who come to life and wreak havoc in Freddy's family and community. With some help from his cheese-cube-loving best friend Howie Kapowie, and armed with his dad's inventions, Freddy and the French Fries set out to bring Spanker and his gang down in a final showdown, proving that brains have an edge over brawn any time.

While competing with a rival restaurant for the winning float in the Founder's Day parade, nine-year-old Freddy Funkhouser constructs a batch of animated French fries in his secret laboratory that come to life after receiving an enormous jolt of electricity.

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Publishers Weekly
Bestselling adult novelist Baldacci (Hour Game) limps into children's fiction with this inane tale launching the Freddy and the French Fries series. The premise has comic potential, as the author introduces the eccentric Funkhousers. Aspiring scientist Freddy, his wacky inventor father and his 13-year-old Shakespearian quotations-spouting sister dress up (respectively as a chicken, tomato and ketchup bottle) to work at their restaurant, Burger Castle, where "almost no one ever came to eat... unless it was by accident." Located across the street is a snazzy burger place (Patty Cakes) with amusement park rides and a movie theater; the owner (who is also the police chief and mayor) and his thuggish son Adam are preparing an elaborate float for the upcoming parade competition they perennially win. After Adam and his gang attack Burger Castle with paint guns, Freddy is determined to seek revenge. He uses "his father's super secret potatoes and nanotechnology," to create five brightly colored, human-size French Fries. The plot plummets from here, as the rowdy Fries help Freddy and his best friend Howie Kapowie humiliate Adam and his pals and use their powers to clinch the float prize for the Funkhousers. Kids who can't resist references to "butt" and "poop" will find plenty to guffaw at here. Yet most readers may feel that these Fries make for less-than appetizing, curiously bland fare and pass on a second helping. Ages 8-12. (June) Copyright 2005 Reed Business Information.
Children's Literature
Freddy Funkhouser and his family own a failing restaurant called "Burger Castle" that sells such appealing fare as carrot and eggplant hot dogs and brussels-sprout-and-cauliflower doughless pizza. Freddy is sure that if he builds the best float for the town's Founders' Day parade, people will start flocking to their restaurant. The centerpiece of the float is a group of giant French fries made from his dad's "super-secret potatoes." Freddy, who is a budding mad scientist, gives the fries microchip brains and special powers. Then, when a lucky bolt of lightning hits the fries, they come alive. French Fry super heroes! What could be more fun? Well, in this case, just about anything. Apparently Baldacci created the story while telling it to his own children. But the delight a child takes in her father's made-up tale, and the expectations of a reader are two very different things. Yes, one might say that the storyline is inventive, but the inventiveness stops there. The characters are simply flat caricatures—the bully, the sarcastic older sister, the hapless sidekick, the befuddled dad. And then there are the fries. One is happy, one is sad, one is smart, one is foolish—you get the idea. When a writer of Mr. Baldacci's reputation takes on a children's book, one expects a first-class action-adventure story with young heroes. But that is not what Mr. Baldacci delivers. The writing is flat, the sentence structure uninteresting and unvaried, the comedy strained to the point of painfulness, the illustrations charmless. And there are inexplicable gaffs such as paintball guns fired point-blank at opponents who are not wearing face guards. They are not toys and they are not funny. They areactual weapons that can do serious harm. One can only assume that the author and his publishers felt his name on the cover would sell books. But did no one tell them that writing for children is more difficult than writing for adults? 2005, Little Brown and Company, Ages 9 to 12.
—Barbara Carroll Roberts
School Library Journal
Gr 4-6-It's not easy being a boy genius when your father runs a floundering health-conscious burger joint and your older sister's a deeply annoying wannabe actress. But Freddy T. Funkhouser isn't distressed. He has a plan to win the prize for the best float at the local Founders' Day Parade and bring more attention to his dad's business. To do so, he has constructed five life-sized mechanical fries, each with its own personality. The hope is to bring these kooky creations to life through nanotechnology and a million jiggy-watts of power and then use them on his float. Yet when an experiment involving a dam and a bolt of lightning does awaken the electric fries, Freddy finds his troubles have only just begun. Baldacci, best known for his adult thrillers, is attempting to reach out to reluctant readers by creating a series very much in the vein of Dav Pilkey's "Captain Underpants" series (Scholastic), but for an older audience. Unfortunately, he lacks Pilkey's gleeful silliness and relies too heavily on gross-out jokes and slapstick pratfalls. His attempt to teach kids about the importance of friends and sticking together gets bogged down by poor writing and two-dimensional characters.-Elizabeth Bird, New York Public Library Copyright 2005 Reed Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
Another bestselling author for adults tries for the youth market, with all too typically dismal results. Sprinkling references to butts, poop and vomit throughout, Baldacci introduces a nine-year-old inventor who uses "potato-nanotechnology" to turn regular spuds into a quintet of walking, talking, brightly colored giant French fries who help him to rout a gang of bullies armed with paintball guns and to save his dad's vegetarian burger business. Despite a plethora of cheap laffs, even indiscriminate readers will find the hackneyed characters and trite, slow-moving plot unappetizing. Illustrations not seen. (Fantasy. 9-11)
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780316033930
  • Publisher: Little, Brown Books for Young Readers
  • Publication date: 7/15/2008
  • Series: Freddy and the French Fries , #1
  • Sold by: Hachette Digital, Inc.
  • Format: eBook
  • Sales rank: 169,561
  • Age range: 8 - 12 Years
  • File size: 2 MB

Meet the Author

David Baldacci lives with his family in Virginia. He and his wife have founded the Wish You Well Foundation, a nonprofit organization dedicated to supporting literacy efforts across America. He invites you to visit him at david-baldacci.com and his foundation at wishyouwellfoundation.org.

Biography

David Baldacci's authoritative legal thrillers operate on the irresistible notion that a sinister undercurrent threads through the country's most powerful institutions.

While his stories hinge on the complex machinations behind the presidency, the FBI, the Supreme Court and other spheres of influence, Baldacci (a former Washington, D.C.-based attorney) finds his way into a mystery through the eyes of the innocents. Semi-innocents, at least: small players who often don't realize they're players at all end up hunting down answers, and their hunt becomes the reader's.

According to Baldacci, reading John Irving's The World According to Garp convinced him that he wanted to be a novelist. Absolute Power -- in which a thief finds himself accidentally connected to a murder involving the president and the ensuing coverup -- was hardly Irvingesque; but it did begin Baldacci's friendly relationship with the bestseller lists, which has continued over his writing career.

Baldacci's style is brief and plot-driven, but he's not afraid to linger on macabre and vivid details, such as a rosary clenched in a plane crash victim's hand, or hard-learned lessons from a sniper's life (pack your food so you can find it at night, by touch). These small but memorable -- indeed, almost cinematic -- details give his books another layer that distinguishes them from the average potboiler.

Although the author has occasionally departed from his usual fare (examples include the tenderhearted coming-of-age tale Wish You Well and the holiday-themed adventure The Christmas Train), it is high-octane thrillers that are his true stock in trade. Whether it's a taut stand-alone or a new installment in his Camel Club series, readers know when they crack the spine of a new Baldacci book, they're in for an action-packed page-turner.

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Good To Know

Baldacci was a trial lawyer and a corporate lawyer for nine years in Washington, D.C.

He worked his way through college as a Pinkerton security guard and by washing and detailing 18-wheel trucks.

Baldacci writes under his own name except when published in Italy, where he uses a pseudonym because it is the homeland of his ancestors.

Bill Clinton selected The Simple Truth as his favorite novel of 1998, according to Baldacci's web site.

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    1. Hometown:
      Northern Virginia
    1. Date of Birth:
      August 5, 1960
    2. Place of Birth:
      Richmond, VIrginia
    1. Education:
      B.A. in Political Science, Virginia Commonwealth University, 1982; J.D., University of Virginia, 1986
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Freddy and the French Fries

Fries Alive!
By David Baldacci Rudy Baldacci

Little Brown For Young Readers

Copyright © 2005 Freddy and the French Fries, Ltd.
All right reserved.

ISBN: 0-316-15998-0


Chapter One

FREDDY FUNKHOUSER

FREDDY T. FUNKHOUSER stood at the door of the Burger Castle and scratched his ear, which was a little difficult since he was wearing a chicken costume. He rubbed his beak and practiced his clucking as he waited for customers. His father, Alfred Funkhouser, insisted that Freddy greet each customer that came into the Funkhouser family's restaurant with a welcoming "cluck-cluck."

"Pow-pow-pow!" said Alfred Funkhouser as he rolled by on skates, dressed in his tomato costume, shooting seeds from the automatic seed shooters attached to his forearms. The seed shooter was one of Alfred's many strange inventions. "Take cover, incoming. Ack-ack-ack!" cried out Alfred as he fired all over the place.

"Better save the ammo for the paying customers, Dad," Freddy said as he patiently picked the tiny seeds off his wings.

"Right-O, Freddy. How many customers have we had today?"

"That would be, like, zero," said Freddy's thirteen-year-old sister, Nancy, as she flounced by in her ketchup-bottle costume. An aspiring actress, the tall, skinny Nancy Funkhouser flounced dramatically everywhere, swishing her flaming red hair this way and that. Shehad a large trunk of costumes in her bedroom she had gotten from an old theater and dressed up in crazy outfits all the time. She constantly spouted dialogue from plays, movies, TV, and commercials.

"O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou, Romeo?" cried out Nancy to an invisible audience. The five Guacamole brothers, who worked at the restaurant dressed as French fries, looked up, sniggered, and went back to their card playing and magazine reading.

"Cluck-cluck," replied Freddy, staring at his sister and tapping his beak with his left wing. "Cluck-cluck, here I am, O Nanny Boo-Boo. Herefore art I am."

Freddy and his Dad sometimes called her "Nanny Boo-Boo" because when he was very little, Freddy would run to his big sister when he got hurt and say, "Nanny, Boo-Boo." Even though he was nine years old now, Freddy still called her that when he wanted to make her mad. He considered making his sister miserable one of the most important jobs he had, because she certainly tried to make his life miserable every chance she got.

"Hmmpph," she snorted. "You've ruined my concentration. I can't possibly work under these conditions," she complained.

"You're not working right now," pointed out Freddy.

"Duh. We don't have any customers. They're all over there cramming dead cows into their mouths."

Nancy pointed her bottle top across the street to the enormous and fancy burger restaurant owned by the Spanker family. Patty Cakes, which served everything from burgers to cakes, was far more than a restaurant. The place had its own Ferris wheel, roller coaster, splash rides, movie theater, video arcade, and lots more. Their competitor's sign had a large plastic charcoal hamburger patty sitting on top of a pink cake. The patty and cake logo was on everything, from the staff uniforms to advertisements in the paper to the Patty Cakes blimp that glided all over town. The Spankers drove a big pink Cadillac that played the ditty: "Patty-cake, patty-cake, Spanker man, follow us, follow us to Spanker Land."

It made Freddy want to puke every time he heard it.

"Beef - it's what's for dinner," said Nancy dramatically, and then fell to the floor in a moving death scene before standing and taking a bow. "Thank you, thank you," she murmured. "No, no encore, really, not another encore, my adoring fans. Fifteen is enough. Well, perhaps just one more."

Freddy could only shake his head. Of fifty million sisters he could have had, he got her. He said, "I've performed a rigorous calculation and concluded that the fat and sodium content of a number six deluxe special at Patty Cakes is equal to eating four fatted calves and five pounds of salt." Freddy liked to use big words when he talked about scientific stuff.

"Right-o, Freddy," agreed his father. "I've made the same calculation. Not very healthy fare."

"But that's why everyone goes there, Dad," explained his daughter, "because it's bad for you and grease tastes good." She performed a little tap dance and squirted ketchup out of her costume's head. "Good to the last drop," she recited to her adoring fans.

"It doesn't taste half as good as Dad's soybean and tofu burgers or carrot and eggplant hot dogs," Freddy shot back. "Or how about the fat-free fries that make your hair grow?"

Alfred Funkhouser piped in, "And don't forget the Vroom shakes, which increase brain cell function fourteen-and-a-half percent on average, according to my latest tests." He searched the pockets of his tomato costume. "Now where did I put those results?"

"Well, the brussels-sprout-and-cauliflower doughless pizza gave me gas," replied Nancy.

"That's what they invented air fresheners for, dear," said her father.

"What we need," said Freddy, "is to get the word out and let people know about us. The Spankers have commercials all the time on TV, and they have people passing out coupons on all the streets. We should be doing that too."

"You doof! All that costs money - money we don't have," said his sister.

"That's just not fair. Our food is lots better than theirs, and it's good for you too."

"That's why our float in the Founders' Day parade is so important," Alfred said. "It'll help to remind everyone in town about the Burger Castle."

"It'll be the best float ever!" shouted Freddy. "I've been working on something top secret in my lab for it."

"What is it?" asked his father.

"I can't tell you yet, Dad, it's a surprise."

Nancy said, "I thought I'd act out all the plays of Shakespeare while we're driving along the parade route. You know, to give the crowd something really special."

Her father scratched his chin. "All of Shakespeare's plays, Nanny Boo-Boo? Umm, the parade route's not that long."

"Dad, my name's Nancy, remember?" she scolded. "Don't worry, I'm going to talk really fast. And you never know; I might even get discovered along the way."

"Discovered? Like by the people from the nuthouse?" piped in Freddy. "Does that mean I can have your room when they take you away in the straitjacket with duct tape over your mouth?"

"Hmmpph," said Nancy as she flounced away with a squirt of ketchup aimed at her little brother.

A few minutes later Freddy walked outside to inspect the Burger Castle sign that hung across the front of the restaurant. The project he was working on for the float competition was based on the sign, and studying the sign helped him think about how the float design should look. The Burger Castle had once been a Laundromat made to look like an old castle complete with drawbridge and turrets. When the Funkhousers bought it, the turrets were sagging like frowning faces and its walls were crumbling. The floors were uneven, the doors didn't open, and there were few windows. It was very dark inside.

The tall, thin Alfred Funkhouser had rubbed his sharp chin as he stared at the grand wreck for the first time. He then whipped out a level and plumb line and, using a thingamabob that looked like something very dangerous if it were thrown at you, he made a calculation. "It's three-quarters of an inch from total collapse. It's perfectly perfect!" he proclaimed, putting a hand through his jet black hair and rubbing a spot off his glasses.

He and the kids spent the next year fixing it up, complete with working drawbridge, a Vroom shake moat encircling it, and painted pickle chips hugging the turrets. No other restaurant in America looked quite like the Burger Castle. Freddy loved it. And yet almost no one ever came to eat there unless it was by accident.

But the project he was now working on for the Burger Castle float would change all that. He looked at the sign again. On either side of the words "Burger" and "Castle" were big French fries. In his secret lab, Freddy had constructed giant Fries using his father's super-secret potatoes. Then he gave them faces, painted them fun colors, and rigged them with wires and a small battery so that with a press of a button they would wave their hands and bob their heads while they were on the float. He had even thought of a way, using a loudspeaker and an electronic gizmo he'd built, to make the Fries appear to be talking. They would tell everyone to come to the Burger Castle. With the addition of the talking Fries, and some other things Freddy was working on, he thought they would be a lock to win the float competition.

Freddy's dream was to become a famous scientist, like his father had been. Alfred Funkhouser had worked for the U.S. Government and won lots of awards for his work. But after Freddy's mother passed away when Freddy was three years old, his father left his job and moved them to the farm so he could spend more time with his children. Freddy believed that his father should still be a big-shot scientist in Washington, D.C., but if his father couldn't be, then Freddy would do it for him.

Freddy looked over at Patty Cakes again, and then at the big warehouse that the Spankers owned next to their restaurant. Even from here Freddy could hear the sounds of machinery, sawing, and hammering. He watched as a big forklift carried a large wooden thing into the warehouse. Curious, Freddy slipped off his chicken costume and sneaked across the street to the warehouse.

A side door to the building was slightly ajar, so Freddy peered in. What he saw made his heart sink. In the middle of the warehouse it looked like they were building a replica of the Patty Cakes. Dozens of workers were hammering, nailing, painting, and sawing. The thing that Freddy had seen the forklift bring in was part of the Ferris wheel. It was now being lowered onto one end of the float. For that's what this was, Freddy was convinced: the Patty Cake float for the Founders' Day parade.

In a far corner Freddy saw Stewie Spanker, the owner of Patty Cakes, and also the town of Pookesville's police chief and mayor, talking with a well-dressed, short, blond-haired man with a skinny mustache whom Freddy had never seen before. They were going over what looked to be plans for the float.

A depressed Freddy walked back to the Burger Castle and put his chicken costume on. They didn't have a chance against the Spanker float. All the work he'd done was worthless. Colorful Fries that smiled and bobbed their heads and said stupid things? Who cared?

SPLAT!

"Ow!" Freddy cried out, and grabbed his arm that had just turned red. He looked over and paled.

Coming across the drawbridge was Adam Spanker and his gang of bullies. They had their fancy paintball guns and wore Army helmets and camouflage uniforms and big black boots.

Adam Spanker had been Freddy's worst nightmare for years. One of his legs was larger than Freddy's chest. His stomach was so big that it was rumored he had actually swallowed a whole person. His hair was cut so short he looked bald. Some kids at school said Adam's mother was a witch who had taken all his hair when he was born and used it to make poisons. Other kids said that Adam had green blood - a sure sign of a monster.

"Cluck-cluck, Funky Funkhouser!" roared Adam Spanker.

Freddy's teeth chattered uncontrollably. "Yo ... you're ... you're tre ... tress ... tresspa ... passing," said Freddy.

"We ... we ... we're tre ... tre ... tresspa ... trespassing?" mimicked Adam. "Well, I just saw you poking around our place, Funky."

"I wasn't doing anything."

"Yeah, right." Adam looked slyly at his gang. "Well, boys, now that we're here, we might as well go into the old burger dump."

"But you never buy anything. And I ... I ... think ..." Freddy stopped.

"Just spit it out, you little nerd," bellowed Adam.

Freddy swallowed a big lump in his throat and said quickly, "I think you're just coming here to engage in clandestine operations with a subversive purpose."

Adam looked totally confused until one of his gang whispered in his ear.

Adam marched up to Freddy towering over him. "Are you calling me a spy?" he snarled.

Freddy looked around at all the big kids with paint guns staring at him, and his teeny bit of courage melted right away and into the Vroom shake moat. "Well, yes, I mean, no, I, uh, I mean, uh -"

"You got something you want to say to me, say it man to man, Funky," yelled Spanker, his big hands balled into fists.

Freddy desperately wanted to be brave and stand up to Adam, and he would have, except he was scared to death. "Uh, I ... I said ... cluck-cluck, welcome to the Burger Castle."

Adam pointed his paintball gun at Freddy. "Welcome to the Burger Castle what?"

"Uh, welcome to the Burger Castle ... Mr. Spanker?"

"That's better. Come on, men, let's check out the burger dump." As he passed by Freddy, Spanker shot out a big, doughy hand and pushed Freddy into the moat. The gang roared with laughter and then swarmed into the Burger Castle.

Freddy swam to the side of the moat and got out. He wrung his chicken feathers dry and hurried into the Burger Castle to see what the Spanker gang was up to. Turns out they were up to a lot.

"Stop that right now!" yelled Nancy before she was hit in the face by a blue paint splotch. She raised both her hands up and said in a loud, deep voice, "Whosoever shall smite me with another blow shall reap the unstoppable force of all that is good and right."

Then she was smote with a purple paint splotch right in the nose and dove behind the sales counter screaming, "I shall live to fight another day!"

The Guacamole Brothers had scattered when the Spanker gang had attacked. On their way out the back door they yelled in unison, "We quit!"

Alfred rolled out of the back in his tomato costume and said, "Now, you boys stop that right now or I'll be forced to call the chief of police."

Adam shot Alfred in the butt with a green paint splotch.

"Go ahead and call him," crowed Adam. "My Dad's right across the street at our warehouse. I'm sure he'll be right over."

Freddy snuck in the side door and started edging toward Adam. Right before he reached him Adam whirled around and drilled him with a shot. Freddy went flying backward, pink paint all over his beak.

Adam and his gang stood triumphantly over their fallen foes. "Look, Funkies," he said, "If I were you I'd just pack up and leave town. Nobody comes to your crummy burger dump and nobody comes to the crummy farm you live on. There's only room for one burger restaurant in this town. And that's the Patty Cakes."

"Oh yeah?" said Nancy. "Just wait until we win the float competition at the Founders' Day parade. Then we'll see who's number one."

Adam laughed. "We've won it five years in a row, and there's nothing stopping us from number six. So the day you win the float competition is the day I turn fat and ugly."

"Gee," said Nancy as she poked her head over the sales counter where she was hiding. "Why don't you just declare us the winner then?"

Adam looked at her in confusion until one of his gang whispered to him.

Adam yelled out to Nancy, "Hey, did you just call me fat and ugly?"

"If the adjectives fit, oh meat-headed one," she said.

Adam looked at his gang. "All right, boys, time to show the Funkies who's boss. Let's give 'em the Deadly Dose." The gang loaded fresh paintball bullets marked with skulls and crossbones in their guns and pointed them at the ceiling.

"Don't!" yelled Alfred. He shot tomato seeds at them, but they bounced harmlessly off the gang.

"Aim!" said Adam.

"Stop!" screamed Nancy, squirting ketchup at them. Adam just licked it off his shirt.

"Fire!!"

"NOOOO!" Freddy tried to run away, but his foot hit some wet paint on the floor and he flipped up in the air, directly in front of the paintball guns as they fired. The paintballs hit him at the same time, covered him with a black ooze, and sent him flying up, up, up to the ceiling.

"Retreat, men!" barked Adam. "Mission accomplished."

The Spanker gang flew out the door.

Alfred and Nancy watched Freddy shooting to the ceiling. He seemed to be moving in slow motion, his mouth open and one long scream coming out of it. "AAAAAHHHHHH!"

(Continues...)


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