Pinocula [NOOK Book]

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For Rob Burnside, things are going pretty well. His friends are behaving, school isn’t too bad, his family’s getting along, and Janae, the girl of his dreams, occasionally notices him. Yep, life’s okay—until the lying starts.

Meet Pinocula, the new creature from Rob’s closet. He is a liar and a jokester and is determined to drive Rob crazy. Obert Skye doesn’t let his fans ...

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Overview


For Rob Burnside, things are going pretty well. His friends are behaving, school isn’t too bad, his family’s getting along, and Janae, the girl of his dreams, occasionally notices him. Yep, life’s okay—until the lying starts.

Meet Pinocula, the new creature from Rob’s closet. He is a liar and a jokester and is determined to drive Rob crazy. Obert Skye doesn’t let his fans down in this hilarious installment in The Creature from My Closet series, which started with Wonkenstein and Potterwookiee.

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Editorial Reviews

From the Publisher

Praise for Wonkenstein:

“Comfy antics for readers who don’t probably much like reading—which, one thinks, is exactly the point.” —Kirkus Reviews

“Quite funny and has a lot of laugh-out-loud moments. . . . The idea of a hybrid Willy Wonka/Frankenstein character is original and hilarious.” —School Library Journal

“Highly amusing new series starter. . . . Skye gives Rob a self-deprecating charm and highlights the pleasures of books both subtly and effectively.” —Booklist

“Filled with spot-on commentary and a wince-inducing supporting cast, middle grade guys won’t be able to keep Wonkenstein to themselves. . . . This pitch-perfect offering should appeal to reluctant readers, not to mention the legion Wimpy Kid fans.” —Shelf Awareness

Praise for Potterwookiee:

“Skye captures all the silly action in the winning text-plus-cartoons format. . . . Rob’s dry commentary on his family, school, and social life is sure to provoke laughs.” —Publishers Weekly

Kirkus Reviews
Occasional yuks and hints of an overarching plotline at the end aren't enough to keep this phoned-in entry in a Wimpy Kid–knockoff series above ground. Following misadventures with Wonkenstein (2011) and Potterwookiee (2012), Rob takes the third literary-mashup action figure to emerge from his closet in stride. This is particularly easy, as, aside from one school visit, the hybrid marionette/vampire is a reclusive wood biter who prefers to hide out in an empty house and turns more puppetlike with every compulsive fib. Meanwhile, Rob comments at length on the foibles of his weird family and friends just as he did in previous episodes and joins a book club that improbably reads Pinocchio aloud in just one session (he gets through Dracula with similar alacrity). Thanks to a mouth with a mind of its own, he also invites heartthrob neighbor Janae and 10 other schoolmates to ride to the upcoming middle school dance in a nonexistent limo. Delivered in journal entries with dialogue and punch lines mouthed by the line-drawn cartoon figures on every page, Rob's narrative ambles its way past a parental save (his dad unexpectedly drives up in a rented limo) to an abject general apology. Refreshed by a short burial in the park, Pinocula then returns to the magic closet, leaving behind his bat/cricket sidekick as a memento. Neither Rob's guilt pangs nor Pinocula's near reversion to wood add much force to the superficial anti-lying message, and the premise, third time through, has gone as stale as the jokes. (Fantasy. 9-11)
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781466845657
  • Publisher: Henry Holt and Co. (BYR)
  • Publication date: 9/24/2013
  • Series: Creature from My Closet Series , #3
  • Sold by: Macmillan
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 256
  • Sales rank: 93,587
  • Age range: 9 - 12 Years
  • Lexile: 780L (what's this?)
  • File size: 17 MB
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Meet the Author

Obert Skye

Obert Skye is the author and illustrator of the two books in The Creature from My Closet series—Wonkenstein and Potterwookiee. He has also written the bestselling children’s fantasy adventure series Leven Thumps and Pillage.

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CHAPTER 1
 

LET ME FILL YOU IN
Okay, here’s the deal—
Beginning with an apology is probably not the best way to start this book, but I think it’s the smart thing to do. That way when you get to the part where I messed up, I can just remind you I already said I’m sorry and you might give me a break.
Before I tell you what I’m sorry about, it might be wise to fill you in on a few other things. If you’re new to my journals and drawings, you probably don’t know my name. Well, it’s …
My mom is the only one who calls me by my full name, and that’s only when she’s really ticked off. The rest of the time she calls me Ribert. Most people call me Rob. I’m a student at Softrock Middle School in a town called Temon. Our school’s a little behind the times. According to my principal we just barely got our own Facebook page.
Principal Smelt’s a pretty good principal. He plays the pan flute and is in a two-man band named Leftover Angst. Still, I’m not adding my school as a friend on Facebook. I just don’t want anyone to see how boring my page is or that my only friend at the moment is my father.
I have a pretty normal family. Of course you couldn’t tell that from our last family photo. The photographer arranged us in an awkward way, and my little brother, Tuffin, kept lifting his shirt. So now it looks like Libby is showing the world her stomach.
It’s my favorite family picture ever. My older sister hates it, but Libby hates a lot of things. The only thing she truly likes is herself. And if you ask her what she’s into she always answers …
Tuffin’s not really into himself, he’s more into mischief. Lately he’s been slipping strange things into the sandwiches I bring to school for lunch.
My mom tells me to be thankful for the cute things that Tuffin does.
I like Tuffin, but it’s hard to feel thankful after biting into a peanut butter and rubber band sandwich. I guess my mom has to say things like that though. She’s a mom—a mom who spends a lot of her time taking naps on the couch. She’s almost always wearing her robe, and she claims that having children makes her tired. That’s probably true, but how much effort does it take to give me orders while I’m trying to sneak away to hang out with my friends?
My dad doesn’t ever nap—he’s too busy doing a million things to have the time to lie down. He’s always excited about life. He has glasses, and he wears a suit and tie because, as he puts it,
My dad owns a small company that sells playground equipment to schools. His first name is Earl, and he loves his job.
Sometimes he uses me and my friends to test things. Three days ago he had us try out a big swing called an Exer-Glide. It was an unusual swing that looks like a metal cage. It’s supposed to hold one person, and you pump with your arms, not your legs.
My dad claimed it was an extra-safe swing because kids couldn’t jump out and hurt themselves. Well, maybe it was hard to jump out, but it didn’t seem very safe. My friends and I had a difficult time getting it to move.
My dad had a really tough time pulling all of us out. If you ask me, though, I think it was just as tough having to listen to his lecture about us …
I should at least mention Janae. It might be important for you to know who she is. Janae lives next door, and I like her way more than she likes me. I can barely walk right when she’s around. Yesterday I saw her in the hall at school and tried to wave. While waving, I tripped over a small kid getting stuff from his bottom locker and fell flat on my nose.
I actually tried to stay home from school this morning because my nose was so swollen, but my mom didn’t let me. So I guess she’s partly to blame. If I hadn’t gone to school today, I wouldn’t have made the mistake I’ve already apologized for. Sadly, going back in time is not yet an option.
 
CHAPTER 2
THE STARTING LIE
Since my time machine didn’t work, I was forced to go to school today, and here’s what happened. After lunch we had a school assembly. The speaker was a Temon city worker with poofy hair. He came to talk to us about his job working at the city parks. He talked a lot about watering things. He went on and on about how challenging his work was and then he said …
I didn’t want to laugh, but I couldn’t help it—words like duty and pooped are immaturity power words. The second I laughed, the whole crowd began to laugh with me. It took Principal Smelt ten minutes to get everyone calmed down, and Mr. Poofy Hair stormed off the stage in a huff. I shouldn’t have laughed, but city workers need to be careful about what they say in front of middle schoolers.
I was raised not to joke about gross things. When I was really little, my mom made me watch The Adventures of Bathroom Billy. It’s an educational show about a talking toilet named Billy that helps kids know how to properly act in the bathroom.
I had failed Bathroom Billy, and my laughing had ruined the whole assembly. The speaker was mad, the teachers were mad, and lots of the students were mad because we had to go back to our classes. Principal Smelt was so upset his ears were steaming. As I was walking out of the assembly, he stopped me in the hall to ask me if I had anything to do with what he was calling …
Principal Smelt was angrier than I had ever seen him before. His face was red, and his mustache looked sweaty. He wanted me to name names. He wanted me to tell him everyone I had seen laughing. He also informed me that the city worker with the poofy hair was actually his second cousin.
I felt bad, but I also felt like I should keep my mouth shut. I didn’t see how it would help for me to speak up and let him know it was my fault. Principal Smelt wiped his forehead and asked,
Okay, this is the spot where I need to remind you that I’ve already apologized. I shouldn’t have laughed at what my principal’s second cousin had said, but I especially shouldn’t have opened my mouth and lied about it.
Principal Smelt stared at my swelling nose for a moment. He sighed louder than anyone I had ever heard sigh before and then smiled weakly. He patted me on the shoulder and called me a good egg.
Principal Smelt concluded our conversation by informing me that he needed to find and punish the students who laughed first. He assigned me to do some “sleuthing” and discover who the “instigator” was. I said okay, even though I didn’t completely understand what he was asking.
So, after dinner tonight, I looked up the word instigator in my mom’s old dictionary. According to the definition, I was one. I had instigated the laughing, and I followed that laughing by lying. Principal Smelt was wrong—I was a bad egg.
I sat down on my bed and stared at my closet door. Beardy, the little face on my brass closet doorknob, looked like he was disappointed in me.
Beardy made me think of Wonkenstein and Hairy. I missed the first two creatures that had come out of my closet. It’d be great to have them here now so that I could explain myself to somebody.
Wonk and Hairy had made my life pretty crazy, but they had been fun to have around. Not a day went by when I didn’t wish they’d at least return for a visit. I’ve tried to get back into my closet to see if anyone else might be in there, but Beardy keeps it locked tight.
I wanted to lie down on my bed and rest, but the word lie made me uncomfortable. I opened my bedroom window to climb out and go see my friends. As I was climbing out, I heard a scratching noise coming from behind my closet door. I spun around. My closet gurgled and burped loudly. Light began to seep out from beneath the door. To make things more unsettling, Beardy was shining.
I reached out to turn Beardy. He was locked and hot, causing me to yelp. I stepped back and stared at my closet door. My insides tumbled and turned like grapes in a washing machine.
My closet made a large noise as something shifted and moved behind the door. My poor stomach felt beat up.
I stared at my closet and waited for the door to pop open. I tested Beardy, but he was being stubborn and refused to budge.
The glowing stopped, and eventually my closet door looked normal again. It was only seven o’clock, but I was tired. I had gone to bed late last night because my nose still hurt and I couldn’t get comfortable in my bed. So I had stayed up and watched a movie. The one I saw was about a spy who had the ability to pop his eyes out and use them to spy on people from far away. It was called …
The eyes were able to bounce and do all kinds of freaky things like see through walls and make little bruises on people by pelting them. In one of the scenes, there was a guy combing his hair in a bathroom and one of the eyes was spying on him from inside his tube of toothpaste. When he went to brush his teeth, the eye squeezed out and attacked the man.
It was a pretty stupid movie, but after watching I was scared to brush my teeth and go to bed. I was worried that some eyes might bounce up on me. Tonight, however, I was so tired I didn’t care if someone’s entire face was after me. I told my family to leave me alone, changed into one of my dad’s old concert T-shirts, and climbed into bed. I pulled out the Thumb Buddies comic book I kept hidden under my mattress and read two quick pages.
I wanted to find out what happened to Baby Stabs, but I fell asleep. I woke up five hours later at midnight. My room was pitch black, and the house was quiet. I could hear my fat dog, Puck, snoring softly down the hall. My bladder was whining about being full.
I was not going to get up and go to the bathroom. Not with stray eyeballs bouncing around. I closed my eyes, and as I was trying to drift back to sleep, I heard a soft …
My eyelids snapped open. I turned my head from side to side, wondering if there was a stray eyeball bouncing toward me.
The noise sounded like something wooden climbing up onto my bed. My heart went into overdrive as the noise got louder.
I felt something cold brush over my face. Quickly I reached to the side of my bed and grabbed my baseball bat. There was a loud crunching noise as I stood up and flipped on my desk light. I had grabbed the bat to swing at the intruder, but that was no longer necessary. The intruder had beat me to it.
Hanging from the end of my wooden bat was a brand-new visitor. I couldn’t decide if I should scream or smile. My closet had done it again. I noticed the closet door was now open about an inch and Beardy looked smug.
Holding the bat, with the creature still dangling, I moved over and softly closed my bedroom door. The last thing I wanted to do was wake my parents. I was nervous, but I was also happy to see that my closet had produced something new.
The little guy’s teeth were stuck in the wood, and he was having a difficult time getting them loose. I swung the bat gently, and he broke free. He fell off the bat, and I slipped backward onto my purple beanbag. The creature smiled at me. I should let you know that it was a far more mischievous smile than Wonk or Hairy had ever smiled. I looked at the creature to determine what books had helped shape him. He had a partial cape and jet-black hair. One arm and leg looked like they were made from wood, and his nose was pointy and long. He had on a small, tapered hat, and there were strings hanging from his left arm. He looked like a vampire that was closely related to the Pinocchio family.
I set him on my desk so that I could study him better.
I think I was about to say something important when a black object flew out of my closet and brushed the back of my head. My heart went nuts.
I turned around and frantically searched the room for what had assaulted me. A small shadow darted across my view and into the corner behind my beanbag.
Pinocula wasn’t spilling the beans. Whatever it was darted back up, flew over my head, and smacked against the window. I grabbed my pillow and slipped off the case. Holding it like a net, I dove toward the flying intruder.
The fluttering dark spot zigged and I missed. I slid up against my closet door with a thud as whatever it was flapped madly above me. I tried to grab it, but all I saw was a cloud of wings and my hands. As I was swatting it away, it bit me on the right thumb.
Pinocula whistled softly, and the flying object darted away from me. It hovered in the air a few feet to the side of Pinocula and flapped its wings. I stood up and with one swoop bagged the flying menace in my pillowcase. It thrashed and jiggled. The sack kept smacking up against me as I tried to hold it closed.
I had no idea what to do. To make matters worse, my dad suddenly knocked on my bedroom door.
I was far from all right, and unless I moved quickly, I was about to be in big trouble.

 
Copyright © 2013 by Obert Skye

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    Posted December 3, 2013

    My review

    Good bsck recomend to young readers who enjoy fantasy and comedy

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    Posted September 26, 2013

    Good book

    I really like this book a lot!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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    Posted August 24, 2014

    Terrific!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

    The whole series is great

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    Posted December 13, 2013

    Nice rewview

    Good book

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