From the Publisher
“Taylor keeps the action coming at a brisk pace…a fun diversion.” Publishers Weekly
“A delectable choice for horror fans as well as reluctant readers.” School Library Journal
“A monster is roaming the nights in Hidden Hills, Ohio. But why worry about monsters when you can sink your teeth into a Killer Pizza? Greg Taylor serves up a hot slice of horror that I couldn't put down!” R. L. Stine
“This much-needed book definitely fills a gap in horror stories for young readers left by the end of the Goosebumps series.” VOYA
In screenwriter Taylor's entertaining, if ephemeral, debut novel and B-movie takeoff, 14-year-old Toby Magill gets a summer job at the new Killer Pizza franchise in town (specialties include the "Fangtastic Hawaiian" and "Vampire Stakes"), where he hopes to hone his own cooking skills to fulfill his dream of becoming a famous chef. After a few enjoyable weeks, he and his fellow employees, the intelligent Annabel and the gruff Strobe, learn that Killer Pizza is a front for a secret organization that hunts monsters. The teens soon embark on a training course to become Monster Combat Officers, learning the ways of the strange creatures known as guttatas that are terrorizing their small town. Taylor keeps the action coming at a brisk pace, though there's never a real sense of true danger-even the teens mutated by the guttatas in the opening scenes are rescued. Older readers might question some plot holes (not to mention the idea of recruiting young kids to fight monsters), but most will find the book a fun diversion. Ages 10-14. (June)Copyright © Reed Business Information, a division of Reed Elsevier Inc. All rights reserved.
VOYA - Karen Jensen
Fourteen-year-old Toby dreams of being a chef and lands a job at his hometown's new pizza parlor during the summer. The job is fun and the staff is friendly, but Toby finds they have a secret: the pizza parlor is a front for a monster hunting organization reminiscent of The Ghostbusters. Toby soon finds himself bonding with his new friends and co-workers Strobe and Annabel. They experience a summer of danger as they try and save their Ohio town from being overrun by monsters after going through the training necessary to become Monster Combat Officers. Readers will be reminded of R. L. Stine, who contributes a cover blurb, and Paul Zindel's The Reef of Death (HarperCollins, 1998/VOYA April 1998) and The Loch (HarperCollins, 1995/VOYA April 1995). Toby is an easy-going and relatable young adult, and young teens will enjoy the fun, slightly scary read. Parts of the story are annoying to those who have trouble suspending reality (can fourteen-year-olds even work at a pizza place?), but this much-needed book definitely fills a gap in horror stories for young readers left by the end of the Goosebumps series. A recipe for Fiery Dragon-Breath Pizza is included. Reviewer: Karen Jensen
School Library Journal
Gr 5–8—Taylor delivers some fun, frightful fare in this high-concept debut novel. Fourteen-year-old Toby Magill, a closeted Food Network junkie, gets a summer job flipping dough at Killer Pizza. Hoping to learn some cooking skills, Toby is optimistic about his new position, and he instantly bonds with his two coworkers. However, the teens soon discover that the establishment is actually a front for a secret monster-hunting organization, and they are the newest recruits. Their focus shifts from making pizza to weapons training and stakeouts as they try to uncover the leader of a pack of grotesque monsters that can transform into human shape and are preying on innocent people. Clearly, this is not the job for which Toby applied. Always the underdog, he has to muster up the courage to take on these frightening creatures. The descriptions are creepy, but never over-the-edge gory. The author's screenwriting background is evident in the plotting of the nonstop action sequences that lead up to the satisfying conclusion. A delectable choice for horror fans as well as reluctant readers.—Kimberly Garnick Giarratano, Rockaway Township Public Library, NJ
Thinking he will have an opportunity to further his culinary skills, 14-year-old Toby McGill accepts a job at a local pizza shop. He soon discovers that the store is a front for an elite monster-fighting force and that he is the newest recruit. When people mysteriously disappear around town, Toby and his colleagues use their delivery disguises to hunt down the creatures responsible. Moving quickly into the half-baked premise, Taylor tops action scene with action scene, skimping on character development and relationship building. Frantic pacing forces readers to move forward, but more from weariness at the current scene rather than eagerness for the next. Nothing is left to the imagination; the elaborate descriptions of the "guttata monster" diminish its creepiness, and the teen behaviors are so wooden that the controlling hand of the writer is visible throughout the text. Lacking the gore and excitement of Darren Shan, Taylor's soggy first novel is an unsatisfying mouthful. (Horror. 10-14)
Children's Literature - Kristina Cassidy
Screenwriter Taylor's first novel follows fourteen-year-old wannabe chef Toby Magill as he learns that there is more to working at Killer Pizza than just making the pies. Toby is bored during summer vacation, so he applies to work at a new pizza chain coming to his hometown of Hidden Hills, Ohio. Soon Toby is working side by side with his classmate, Annabel, and two guys he does not know, Strobe and Doug. After a few weeks working together, the team learns two shocking secrets: Doug is really the CEO of Killer Pizza and the pizza is a front for a monster hunting team. Toby and his new friends face many dangers, including a pack of ravenous monsters called guttata, as they train to become Monster Combat Officers. The idea that fourteen-year-olds would be hired to run a pizza delivery shop and then recruited to combat evil seems unlikely at best. Toby is even left alone at home while his family goes on vacation. At least Strobe is old enough to drive. The story is clearly geared to please tween boys, but the characters act a few years older and would have been more convincing if they were sixteen or seventeen. The story itself is tightly plotted, full of suspense, and the monsters are suitably scary. The inevitable battle between the monster hunters and the guttata is satisfying and surprising. Reviewer: Kristina Cassidy
Read an Excerpt
Toby Magill had just sat down at his desk to boot up his computer when he heard his cell phone ring. Tossing aside the graphic novels and clothes strewn across his bedroom floor, Toby found the phone in a pair of cargo shorts and snapped it open.
“I’d like to speak to Toby Magill, please.”
“This is Steve Rogers, from Killer Pizza.”
“Oh, yeah. Hi.”
“I have good news, Toby. We’d like you to wear Killer Pizza’s distinctive black T-shirt with the red logo known around the world.”
“Congratulations. The job is yours to lose. Come in tomorrow morning at eleven. By the end of the day you’ll know how to make the best pizzas in the universe.”
Steve Rogers hung up before Toby had a chance to say thank you. Staring at the phone, Toby wondered if he really heard what he thought he had just heard. After peppering at least a dozen local businesses with work applications over the past few weeks—and getting turned down by all of them—had this man actually offered him a job?
If so, Toby wanted to do more than just say thank you to Steve Rogers. He wanted to kiss the guy’s foot! He felt like letting out a whoop of joy! But Toby—by nature a shy, introverted kind of kid—bypassed the whoop of joy and simply smiled at this wonderful news.
So long, summertime blues!
Only two weeks had ticked by since school let out, but Toby was already dealing with a mean case of the SBs. Sure, he had his graphic novels, computer, video games, and chores he was always forgetting to do. But step outside of his home and there was nothing to do in his Ohio suburban community of Hidden Hills. Nothing for Toby, anyway. His only real friend had left for California to spend the summer with his dad and stepmother. That had left Toby hangin’ out in the wind. Alone.
But this was great! Toby was confident that Killer Pizza would kick-start what had so far been an incredibly dull summer.
“Guess what? I got a job,” Toby announced at dinner that evening.
Toby’s mother frowned, obviously not overjoyed at the prospect of her son finding employment. His sister, Stacey, looked like she didn’t believe him. As for Mr. Magill, Toby’s news of summer employment brought a smile to his face. “That’s great, Toby. Where?”
“Killer Pizza. It’s right down on Industrial Avenue.”
“Weird spot for a pizza place,” Stacey said.
Toby felt like giving his bratty twelve-year-old sister a swift kick under the table. To say the two had a combative relationship would be putting it mildly.
It didn’t help that Stacey was so good at everything, from academics to learning the flute to being so naturally at ease with people.
By contrast, nothing had ever come easily to Toby. He struggled to keep a B average, had not been able to master any of the instruments he had tackled so far—including his battered secondhand guitar—and had always found it difficult to make friends, thanks to that shy streak of his.
Those weren’t the only differences between brother and sister. Physically they were worlds apart, as well, Stacey being a small, petite kid—she took after her mom in that regard—compared to Toby, who was big for his age and close enough to being overweight that his mother was constantly reminding him to watch those sweets.
“Well, that’s where it is,” Toby told his sister, referring to the location of Killer Pizza. “Go look for yourself if you don’t believe me.”
“I still think you’re too young to be working,” Mrs. Magill said. Toby had turned fourteen just a few months before, which meant he had been able to apply for a work permit. “Especially at a place called Killer Pizza. What kind of name is that?” Mrs. Magill’s expression looked like she had just eaten something very distasteful.
“It’s ‘Pizza to Die For.’ If I’m lucky, no one will die from any of the pizzas I make.”
“Toby! That’s a terrible thing to say!”
“Just a little joke, Mom. Anyway . . .” Toby gave his dad a smile as he got up from the table. “I start tomorrow morning.” After placing his plate, silverware, and glass into the dishwasher, Toby walked from the room.
“Tell you one thing,” Stacey yelled after her brother. “I’m not ordering a pizza from you, that’s for sure!”
Stacey was actually right about Killer Pizza’s address. It was an odd spot for a pizza place. Industrial Avenue wasn’t an avenue at all. It was a dead-end side road lined with old, somewhat decaying industrial buildings that housed a hodgepodge of businesses, from Washabaugh Auto Body to a dog obedience school to Harr’s Boat Covers.
Toby was nervous as he rode his bike past Harr’s the following morning. “The job is yours to lose.” That’s what Steve Rogers had told him. When he got to the Killer Pizza shop—located in a crumbling, 1950s-era brick building that sported a certain kind of funky charm—he hesitated before entering, took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly.
Toby didn’t want this job just to ward off the summertime blues. Fact was, he harbored a secret passion he hadn’t revealed to anyone. Not to his family. Not to his best friend.
He religiously watched the Food Channel.
Yes, Toby thought it might be kind of cool to be a chef. And why not? Celebrity chefs were in, after all. They were stars. What they mostly weren’t—from what Toby had seen on TV, anyway—were muscled, perfect-looking, athletic types, the kind who always brushed past him disdainfully in the hallways at school.
That gave Toby the license to dream about being a chef in a way that he could never dream about being one of the Popular Kids at school. Problem was, dreaming was all Toby had done, as far as being a chef was concerned. Cooking was still a secret ambition of his, which meant he had zilch experience in the kitchen.
So that’s why Toby was so nervous as he stood on the sidewalk in front of Killer Pizza. This wasn’t dreaming anymore, it was real life, a pretty scary thing for someone who was not exactly overloaded with self-confidence. After squelching a sudden impulse to turn and run, Toby squared his shoulders and nodded. Ready or not, it was time. Time to meet his destiny!
Or at least try to learn how to make a decent pizza pie.
When Toby pushed through the front door of the pizza shop, he was greeted by the sight of four people standing in the small area in front of the ordering counter. He tried not to stare at the beautiful girl with the ink-black hair.
This can’t be right, Toby thought. That’s Annabel Oshiro. What’s she doing here?
And yet it was Annabel Oshiro. A bona fide member of the Cool Kids Clique at Toby’s school, Annabel was also a Rich Kid, her family being one of the wealthiest in the community. Impressive social credentials, to be sure, but the really impressive thing about Annabel—as far as Toby was concerned—was how down-to-earth she was. With her outgoing personality and winning smile, Annabel managed the rare feat of actually being nice to everyone, no matter where they were on the social scale.
Thrilled as Toby was at the prospect of working with Annabel, he couldn’t help but wonder . . . why she was here, at Killer Pizza, standing in front of the large, colorful poster that advertised the various KP pizza choices. Certainly she had better, more exciting things to do than slave away in the hot kitchen of a take-out pizza chain all summer long.
“Mr. Magill?” Steve Rogers, with his crew cut, glasses, and pressed T-shirt, was the classic small-shop manager type. His eyes, magnified behind his glasses, were staring at Toby. “I’d like you to meet your fellow Killer Pizza staff.”
Toby nodded, eager to get on with things.
Annabel smiled as she stepped toward Toby, holding out her hand. “You’re Toby, right?”
“Yes,” Toby said, surprised that Annabel knew his name.
“We had English and geometry together last year.”
“Yes,” Toby said again. He knew from taking those classes with Annabel that she was really smart, a serious student. So, let’s see, in addition to being great-looking, popular, and one of the Rich Kids, Annabel was also a brainiac. Not a bad résumé.
“This should be fun,” Annabel said, looking like she meant it.
“Yes,” Toby said. Better come up with a few more words in this conversation or this girl’s gonna think you’re an idiot!
A tall guy with a lean but muscular build was the next one to shake Toby’s hand. “Strobe,” he said simply. Strobe had really intense green eyes, Toby noticed, eyes that seemed to take him in and size him up in a quick glance. Unlike Annabel’s warm greeting, Strobe’s was cool, abrupt. Toby didn’t recognize him. Strobe—whatever kind of name that was—looked older to Toby. Which would explain his unfamiliarity. He probably went to Triple H (Hidden Hills High), the intimidating fortress that Toby would begin attending in the fall.
“And, last but not least, this is Doug,” Steve said, indicating a teenager who looked like he wanted to be anywhere else but in the front reception area of Killer Pizza. Doug did not respond to Toby’s effort to shake hands. After holding out his hand awkwardly for a moment, Toby withdrew it. Okay, this kid is kinda strange.
“You four are the first employees of the Hidden Hills franchise of Killer Pizza,” Steve announced. Toby thought Steve might tear up, he looked so emotional. “Wear the colors proud.”
With that, Steve distributed four Killer Pizza T-shirts and four Killer Pizza baseball-style caps. The T-shirts were black with KILLER PIZZA on the front pocket in small, red letters. On the back of the tee—also in red—was a large, smiling, Godzilla-like creature holding up a steaming pizza pie. Beneath this variation on the Italian chef holding up a pizza was the KP logo . . .
PIZZA TO DIE FOR.
“What do you say, people?” Steve said, his eyes glinting with excitement. “Let’s learn how to make pizzas!”
Toby fell backward onto his bed that evening and smiled up at the ceiling. Yes! He had passed the first test!
True, he had no idea how he would react under fire, during the busy dinner hours when he would have to choose from more than two dozen toppings and three different types of dough as he quickly constructed one of five different sizes of specialty pizzas after another (example: the Creature Double Feature—two medium-size pizzas, choice of any three toppings). But so far, so good.
Toby had absolutely loved the feel of the dough between his hands as he began making his first pizza. He loved the challenge of sprinkling just the right amount of ingredients onto the round pie. (They were all instructed to make a Monstrosity—an extra large with everything.)
Finally, there was the nervous—but somehow wonderful—anticipation as he waited for his pie to come out of the wood-burning oven. When it did, Steve tasted Toby’s first Killer Pizza. He had criticized all the others for one reason or another. “Too much pepperoni” (Strobe’s). “Too doughy” (Annabel’s). “This is a total disaster!” (Doug’s).
So Toby had waited to see what was wrong with his pizza. He knew something had to be wrong with it. But then Steve, his eyes closed for what seemed like a long time after tasting Toby’s pizza, looked at him and said, “This pizza . . . is killer!”
Excerpted from Killer Pizza by Greg Taylor.
Copyright © 2009 by Greg Taylor.
Published in 2009 by Feiwel and Friends.
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