Rogmasher Rampage (Billy Clikk Series)

Rogmasher Rampage (Billy Clikk Series)

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by Mark Crilley

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After months of intensive training, Billy is finally ready to go on his first solo creatch op for AFMEC (Allied Forces for the Management of Extraterritorial Creatches). Godzilla-like monsters are menacing the Chinese mountain village of Hua Qing. Billy is more than fired up to fend them off–until he discovers that bossy Ana García will be tagging along.


After months of intensive training, Billy is finally ready to go on his first solo creatch op for AFMEC (Allied Forces for the Management of Extraterritorial Creatches). Godzilla-like monsters are menacing the Chinese mountain village of Hua Qing. Billy is more than fired up to fend them off–until he discovers that bossy Ana García will be tagging along. Though Ana is no older than Billy, she’s a full-fledged AFMEC agent–and doesn’t hesitate to remind him of that fact. Whenever possible.
At first, the mission is pretty straightforward. Billy and Ana help Hua Qing fight off the monsters, and life for the villagers goes back to normal. But Billy can’t shake the feeling that things in Hua Qing are not what they seem. Is Billy being paranoid? Or is something really bad about to go down? If Billy is right, then he, Ana, and the villagers of Hua Qing are in a whole lot of trouble.

From the Hardcover edition.

Editorial Reviews

Children's Literature - Julie Schneggenburger
Not many students have dual identities; but, Billy Clikk is not exactly your average sixth grader. He and his parents travel around the globe capturing weird and dangerous monsters. Their top secret missions are aimed at keeping ordinary people safe. Billy's latest mission takes him to China to capture a fifty-foot Rogmasher. These creatures have massive biceps, walk on two legs, and are covered in impenetrable lizard-like skin. According to the official guide on Rogmashers, they eat large mammals and grunt. Billy and his team member, Ana, strategize while collecting information from the locals in a small Chinese village. Even though he is a novice, Billy learns an important lesson in trusting his instincts. Soon enough a conspiracy is detected that is just as dangerous to the villagers as the Rogmasher. If Billy is to help these villagers, he has to coordinate his talents quickly. The author has imaginative ideas, which makes this a very satisfying read. The story would make a great read-aloud because of the attractive illustrations and the author's use of onomatopoeia. Classes learning about cultural identity may find references to China valuable. Rice paddies, red-tiled temples, grassy staircases, and dragons are just a few of the details.
School Library Journal
Gr 4-6-Billy is a normal sixth grader-except for the fact that his parents are not really exterminators but instead work for AFMEC (Allied Forces for the Management of Extraterritorial Creatches) fighting the incursion of aliens across the globe. In this second book in the series, Billy, a trainee, goes on his first mission for AFMEC without his mom and dad. Can he and Ana Garcia save a small village from attacking Rogmashers? And when Billy notices strange things happening in the village, will he be able to figure out the mystery in time to save everyone? This book is a fast read, filled with action and adventure. The writing is slick and clean, creating a book that reads like a graphic novel or an adventure movie. Character development is lacking, but readers will simply enjoy the ride with all of its twists and turns. Recommend this one to reluctant readers who prefer comics.-Tasha Saecker, Caestecker Public Library, Green Lake, WI Copyright 2005 Reed Business Information.

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Random House Children's Books
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Billy Clikk Series
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5.19(w) x 11.69(h) x 0.56(d)
850L (what's this?)
Age Range:
9 - 12 Years

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Billy Clikk dug his fingers into the Peruvian murgwod's dorsal fin. This was not easy. The murgwod was soaking wet and covered in mud, and that was on top of the inch-thick layer of slimy exoblubber that coated its entire body. Add to this the fact that Billy was sweating from every pore after a long day trudging through the Peruvian jungle to get to this spot--an area of shallow water at the edge of a muddy branch of the Rio Urubamba--and the conditions for maintaining a good grip on a murgwod were about as poor as they could possibly be.

The murgwod could snap at the air and growl all it wanted. Billy wasn't going anywhere. Billy and his parents, Jim and Linda Clikk, had been charged with finding and neutralizing this creatch, and now that Billy had it in his grasp he wasn't about to let it get away.
As Billy struggled to improve his grip, he surveyed the fearsome beast he was now riding like a bucking bronco: the red, muscular body, the seven-toed feet and their daggerlike claws, the long spiky reptilian tail, the rhino-ish head, the single fiery yellow eye, and the jaws that featured the most ferocious set of incisors Billy had ever seen.

"Got it!" Billy called to his parents, realizing even as he did so that they were unlikely to hear him from where they were, searching in vain for the murgwod more than half a mile up the river. It was just Billy's luck that Orzamo, his half-dog half-lizard friend, was at his parents' side at the moment instead of his. (Billy had actually encouraged her to go help them out, knowing that his parents were pretty tired from a creatch op they'd handled in Norway a day or two earlier.)
No biggie, thought Billy. Dad let me handle that nine-legged malanoobu by myself last week in Mauritania.

How much harder can a murgwod be?

The murgwod let out a furious growl followed by several defiant grunts, as if it had heard Billy's thoughts and was offended by the comparison. It then launched into an especially vigorous bout of thrashing. Billy dug his heels into the murgwod's ribs, refusing to be thrown.
"Take it easy, pal," Billy said. "I'm just doing my job here."

Just doing his job.

Billy found it useful to treat his bizarre double life--half the time an average sixth grader in Piffling, Indiana, the other half a globe-trotting creatch battler for the top-secret monster-containment organization known as AFMEC--as if it were no big deal. If he stopped and thought about it for too long it would probably drive him nuts. In fact, pretty much every aspect of his life now required putting certain thoughts out of his head as he focused on the task at hand. This Peruvian murgwod, for instance. If Billy allowed himself to dwell on the fact that this particular murgwod had been terrorizing villagers up and down the Rio Urubamba for the past three weeks, swallowing their chickens and pigs whole and, on occasion, leaving men and women with missing limbs and hideous scars . . . well, he'd be a lot better off not dwelling on it. So he didn't.

"All right," said Billy, panting loudly as he prepared to take things to the next level. "Just work with me here and you'll make things a lot easier for both of us."

Billy knew the standard procedure for dealing with a murgwod. He'd studied all the steps just a few months earlier, preparing for his first round of AFMEC entrance exams, and had gone back to the Sea Creatch Guidebook to memorize them word for word while gearing up for the current creatch op. He also knew that every step in the murgwod subduing procedure ("Grasp the dorsal fin firmly with both hands while maneuvering your legs into the riding position," "Beware of the murgwod's prehensile tail, an agile fifth limb with a viselike grip") was designed for one purpose and one purpose only: to allow you to knock the creature out with a single shot from a fully loaded Skump pistol, expertly fired into the cranial artery: a half-inch-wide blood vessel tucked just beneath a fold of skin at the base of the murgwod's neck.

Billy was right where he needed to be to fire that shot, and no doubt the murgwod's cranial artery was where it needed to be to receive it, but Billy's Skump pistol--the one he'd used just moments before to force the murgwod out of hiding--was buried in the mud on the shore behind him. He'd chucked it there when he realized he'd run out of ammo.

Good thing I brought a klimper dart with me.

Billy wiped the sweat from his eyes for the umpteenth time that afternoon, reached down, and pulled the dart container out of his back pocket. He wished that his Affy friend Ana Garc’a could be there to see him as he snapped it open with his left hand while maintaining his grip on the murgwod's fin with his right. She was the one who had taught him how to open a klimper dart case with one hand. She was also the one who had thought he was crazy when he proceeded to practice doing it for hours on end, first with one hand, then the other. ("Next thing you'll be opening one with your feet," she'd said with a laugh. Billy had been too embarrassed to admit he'd already been working on that. And had become pretty good at it, as a matter of fact.)

No second chances with this sucker, Billy reminded himself as he raised the klimper dart into the air and prepared to jab it into the murgwod's neck. Klimper darts were nearly as effective as Skump pistols, but they contained only a single payload of klimp toxin.

From the Hardcover edition.

Meet the Author

Mark Crilley is the author of the Akiko series of comic books and novels for young readers. He lives in Michigan with his wife, Miki, and son, Matthew. Visit the author at

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