Superstar Watch

Superstar Watch

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by Gertrude Chandler Warner, Robert Papp

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The Wundermutt dog food company is searching for a very special dog to be in their commercials, and the Aldens bring their dog, Watch, to the tryouts! But plenty of other dog owners are hoping their dogs get the job, too—including a dog that’s already famous. Does Watch have what it takes to be a star?  See more details below


The Wundermutt dog food company is searching for a very special dog to be in their commercials, and the Aldens bring their dog, Watch, to the tryouts! But plenty of other dog owners are hoping their dogs get the job, too—including a dog that’s already famous. Does Watch have what it takes to be a star?

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"Aimee Lilly's performance of this installment in the Boxcar Children series will engage the young super-sleuth in one's life. The Alden children are at it again. The Wundermutt Dog Food company is searching for a new "spokesdog" to star in its television commercials. The Aldens believe that their family dog, Watch, has what takes to be that star. Narrator Lilly provides a diverse range of vocal characterizations. Young listeners will be amply entertained by her high-energy delivery. Parents are cautioned that this listening experience may cause their children to develop an intense desire to listen to other Boxcar Children audiobooks." 
J.P.D. © AudioFile 2013, Portland, Maine

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Whitman, Albert & Company
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Boxcar Children Series , #121
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6 - 10 Years

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Superstar Watch



Copyright © 2009 Albert Whitman & Company
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ISBN: 978-1-4532-2910-1


An Exciting Opportunity

The Aldens were sitting in front of the Greenfield Ice Cream Café.

"You are the best brother ever. Thank you, Henry," six-year-old Benny said, rubbing his tummy. Henry had taken Benny and their two sisters, Jessie and Violet, out for a bike ride and a treat. Now the four children sat together quietly enjoying their ice cream cones.

The calm was suddenly broken. "Help me!" a voice called. It was Josh Greene, their neighbor. He went soaring past on his bike.

"I can't stop!" Josh called. "I think my brakes are out!" His bike was going fast.

The Aldens looked at each other. A split second later they were all running for their bikes.

Henry zoomed down the street on his mountain bike. "Hold on tight!" he shouted to Josh.

"We're coming!" twelve-year-old Jessie yelled. She and Violet and Benny wanted to help Josh too.

"You can't slow down at all?" Violet called out. She was ten and she rode her purple beach cruiser as fast as she could.

"No," Josh called back. "I think I'm going to crash!"

Brinnnggg went the bell of Benny's bike. "I'll save you!" Benny said. His training wheels scraped against the sidewalk as he tried to catch up.

"You're going to have to jump, Josh!" Henry yelled. He knew there was a steep slope ahead. If Josh went downhill, it would be even harder to stop.

"Josh, head toward the park," Jessie called. "If you have to crash, at least it'll be on grass."

Josh nodded. Instead of shooting straight towards the hill, he made a left on Main Street. The park was only a block away, near the town square.

Henry, Jessie, Violet, and Benny all stopped at the edge of the park. But Josh's bike jumped the sidewalk and kept on going.

In a swift, daring move, Josh leapt off his bike and rolled safely onto a grassy patch by the playground. Without a rider, the old bike kept on going until it finally slammed into a tree. Josh's bike tipped over in the dirt.

The Aldens left their bikes and went running.

"I'm fine," Josh told them. He got up and wiped loose grass off his jeans. "How's my bike?"

"Oh dear," Violet said, as she saw the damage.

The bike's frame was bent. Both tires had popped.

"Bad news, Josh. Your bike is dead. D-E-A-D." Jessie said.

"What am I going to do?" Josh groaned. "I need my bike to do my paper route." Josh had a messenger bag on his back. "I was making deliveries when my brakes gave out." The bag was half full with the afternoon's newspapers. "If I don't have my bike, I can't work." Josh sighed.

Jessie put an arm around Josh's shoulders. "Let's take it to the bike repair shop. I bet they'll know how to fix it."

The Aldens gathered their bikes and walked along with Josh. His bike's flat tires made a clump, clomp sound along the sidewalk.

When they got to Jim's Bike Shop, Josh looked at the shiny new bikes.

"I wish I could buy a new bike," he said. "But I don't know how I can even pay for repairs."

"Maybe it won't cost that much," Henry said. "Let's go see what Jim says." Henry and Josh went to the back of the store.

"I'll call Grandfather and tell him we'll be home a little later than we planned," Jessie said. "I don't want him to worry."

Henry, Jessie, Violet, and Benny lived with their grandfather. After their parents died, they ran away and hid in a railroad boxcar. They'd heard that Grandfather was mean and even though they'd never met him, they were afraid. The boxcar became their home. They even found a dog in the woods, took him in, and called him Watch.

When Grandfather located them, it turned out that he wasn't mean at all. They gladly went to live with him. Watch went, too. Even the boxcar went to Grandfather's house. Now it was a clubhouse in the backyard.

While they waited for Josh and Henry, Benny and Violet looked at the new bikes. Jessie began reading flyers posted on the wall.

At last Henry and Josh came back. Josh looked crushed.

"It's going to cost about a hundred dollars to fix my bike," he said. He put his head in his hands. "I don't know what to do. I don't have that much!"

"I wish we could help," Henry said.

"Maybe we could raise money with a car wash," Violet suggested.

"A bake sale would be better," Benny said. He and Violet came over to Jim's front desk. "I love bake sales!" Benny went on. "So many yummy things to eat."

"Benny might eat everything at a bake sale before any customers arrived." Violet laughed, gently teasing her brother.

"Hold on. I have an even better idea!" Jessie announced. She pointed at a bright green flyer on Jim's bulletin board. "I know how we can help Josh pay for his bike repairs."

Violet read the sign out loud: "Wundermutt Dog Food is looking for a new Wundermutt TV star."

Jessie pointed to some small writing at the bottom of the flyer. It read: PRIZE MONEY WILL BE AWARDED.

"Fame and fortune!" Benny said. "Our dog, Watch, will take the fame," he told Josh. "And you can have the fortune!"

Henry leaned in to look at the poster.

"The auditions are being held today at the Greenfield Mall." Benny looked confused so Henry explained, "An audition is a try-out. The dogs will do all kinds of tests and the best dog will win."

"The flyer says that the auditions begin at two o'clock." Jessie said. "It's already one now. We'd better hurry."

"Let's go!" Benny exclaimed. "Watch is so awesome! He's sure to win! He'll be a star, just like my favorite TV dog, Ninja! Let's do it!"

"Do you think the Wundermutt company would give you a hundred dollars?" Josh asked.

"We won't know unless we try," Henry said. "While Watch auditions, you can borrow my bike for a of couple days to do your paper route."

"Thank you so much, Henry." Josh's eyes were now much brighter and happier. "I sure hope Watch gets the commercial."

"Cross your fingers," Henry told Josh. "And keep them crossed."

"It'll be hard to deliver papers with my fingers crossed," Josh said with a laugh. "But I'll do my best."

"Watch will do his best, too," Benny said.

"Grandfather, we're home!" Jessie announced. Then she said to the others, "Violet, please get Watch's brush. Benny, you are in charge of his leash."

Watch came bounding into the room at the sound of Jessie's voice.

"Where's the fire?" Grandfather asked, coming out of his study.

"Watch is going to be on TV," Violet said.

"A big star!" Benny held out his hands to show just how big.

Then, Benny told Grandfather the whole story. He was so excited he said it all without taking a single breath.

"Whoa," Grandfather said, putting out a hand towards Benny. "Slow down. What's this about Josh Greene crashing in the park?"

"He's fine. He wasn't hurt," Henry said.

"We're going to give him the prize money," Violet added.

"Prize money?" Grandfather asked. "What prize money? I thought this was about Watch."

Jessie hooked Watch's leash to his collar. "We can explain on the way to the mall."

Grandfather looked puzzled. "The mall?" he asked.

"Can you please take us there?" Henry asked.

"You promise you'll explain on the way?" Grandfather replied.

Henry nodded. "Every single detail," he agreed.

"All right then," Grandfather said, pulling out his car keys.

"Are you ready to be a superstar, Watch?" Benny asked.


A Long Line

"Hold hands, Benny." Jessie reached out to take his hand in hers. "We have to stick together. This place is really crowded."

"It looks like every dog owner in town is at the mall today," Henry said. In the center courtyard of the mall, there was a long and winding line of people and pets that had shown up for the dog audition.

"This is like waiting for a ride at an amusement park in the middle of summer," Violet said.

They walked to find the end of the line. They were almost there when Benny suddenly shouted, "Ninja!" He yanked his hand out of Jessie's.

"Ninja, the TV star?" Jessie asked. She saw Benny dashing towards a tall, thin man with a dog. The dog was a black Labrador on a rhinestone-studded leash. Henry, who was leading Watch, and Violet hurried over to see what the fuss was about.

"Why would Ninja be here in Greenfield?" Violet wondered. "I don't think it could be him, Benny."

"I am a million percent sure. That is definitely Ninja," Benny said, "I'd know him anywhere!"

Benny went up to the dog's owner. "Hi. I've seen every episode of 'Ninja at Night.' It's my favorite show. Ninja is my hero," Benny said. "Can I pet Ninja? Please?"

The black lab looked up at Benny, his tail wagging eagerly.

"No!" the man said sternly. "No one pets Ninja. He is preparing for his audition and must not be disturbed." The man pulled Ninja away from Benny. "He needs to concentrate."

Ninja stopped wagging his tail and lowered his head.

"I cannot believe we have to audition like regular folk," the man muttered loud enough so that everyone around could hear. "This is outrageous. Ninja is a star." The man stuck his nose in the air, then turned his back on the Aldens.

"Come on, Benny," Jessie said, taking her brother's hand back in hers. She gave it a squeeze.

"We'd better get in line anyway," Henry said. "Even more dogs have arrived since we first got here."

"I feel bad for Ninja," Violet said as they led Watch through the crowd. "That dog looked like he wanted to be petted."

Benny walked along with the others. He dragged his feet sadly.

The children took their place in line. At exactly two o'clock, a woman in a suit stepped up onto a small platform with a microphone in the middle of the mall courtyard. A younger blonde woman followed her carrying a clipboard.

"Testing. One. Two. Three. Attention everyone." The woman in the suit spoke. A hush fell over the crowd. Benny looked down to make sure Watch was listening. His terrier ears were standing up at attention.

"Good dog," Benny whispered. He scratched Watch behind the ears.

"Welcome. My name is Margaret Werner. I am the Advertising Manager for the Wundermutt Company. Let me begin by telling you how thrilled we are that so many dogs and their owners came to the mall today." The woman gave a small smile. "Now, I must let you know that the Wundermutt Company has decided that we are looking for a larger dog."

Some people in the crowd began to mutter.

"I am so sorry," Ms. Werner told them. "But if your dog is shorter than this," she put her hand by her knee, "it will not be allowed to audition today. Maybe another day we will come back looking for a smaller dog. Thank you so much for supporting the Wundermutt Company and our delicious dog food and other products."

A number of people and their small dogs left the audition. The Alden children and Watch were able to move up in line.

"Watch is just the right size!" Benny said.

"So far, so good," Henry agreed.

Ms. Werner spoke again. "We are also looking for a dog that is not too skinny. Too fat. Or too old. The dog must be healthy and well trained."

More people and their dogs left the line. The Alden children could hear some people sigh sadly as they left.

"Watch still fits," Violet said.

"Whew," Jessie breathed in relief. "I think he's got a really good chance! He's certainly well trained and can do a lot of great tricks."

Henry took a quick count. "There are now only about fifty people and their dogs left in line."

Benny reached into his pocket and pulled out a lucky penny. "Here," he told Henry, "rub it for luck."

Henry smiled and took the penny. He ran his finger over Lincoln's face, then handed it back.

Benny grinned. He put his good luck charm back into his pocket.

Ms. Werner continued," In just a few minutes, I will go down the line and take a close look at each dog. If your dog has the right look for the commercial, I will give it a bowl of our food to snack on. All other dogs will be sent home."

"A snack!" Benny exclaimed. "I wish they had a snack for the dog owners, too." His brother and sisters all smiled. Benny had a bottomless appetite.

The Alden children were now close to the platform where Ms. Werner and the blonde woman stood. They watched as Ms. Werner stepped off the platform. "Lisa," she said to the blonde woman, "I'm going to get the food and bowls. You stay here and hand out coupons."

Lisa didn't look happy about her job. She grumbled as she sat down behind the coupon table.

A few minutes later, the Aldens saw Ms. Werner return with a pushcart. She had a big bag of Wundermutt dog food and a stack of plastic souvenir dog bowls. She started at the head of the line and poured a bowl of food for a very pretty golden retriever.

But the next two dogs in line did not get food. "I'm so sorry. Yours are not the kind of dogs we are looking for today. Lisa will give you some coupons for our dog food on your way out," Ms. Werner told the owners.

"Yours gets a snack," Ms. Werner said, and gave food to another dog as she continued down the line.

Benny put his hand in his pocket and rubbed his lucky penny again. "I sure hope Watch gets food instead of getting sent home," he told Violet.

"Me, too," Violet agreed. Benny handed her the penny. She rubbed it and handed it back.

"Yippee for Ninja!" Benny said happily when he saw the black Lab get a bowl of food.

But Ninja's owner didn't like being stuck in line. "My dog is a star," he said. "He should have simply been given the role."

Ms. Werner shook her head. "As I already told you, your dog must try out just like everyone else's."

"Hmph," said Ninja's owner. Ms. Werner turned away.

Ms. Werner continued down the line. When she finally got to Watch, she took a few extra seconds studying him.

Benny squeezed his penny tight. Jessie crossed her fingers. Violet was so nervous, she closed her eyes. Henry tapped his toe against the floor.

After what seemed like a very long time, Ms. Werner said, "A snack for your terrier." She poured Watch a big bowl of food.

"Whew!" The Aldens all breathed huge sighs of relief. Watch had made it through the first round of the audition!

Ms. Werner set the bowl down in front of Watch. Jessie noticed the scent of a strong perfume.

"Do you smell flowers?" she asked her brothers and sister as Ms. Werner moved off to check out the next dog.

"Not flowers." Henry lifted his nose and took a long sniff. "It's more like lemons."

"Achoo," Benny sneezed. "Whatever it is, it's making me sneezy!"

"I'm trying to remember exactly where I've smelled that odor before." Violet stood quietly thinking for a while. "I know!" she declared at last. "That fragrance isn't flowers or lemons. It's citronella."

"Citron ... what?" Benny asked, rubbing his nose and sneezing again.

"Citronella," Violet said. "It's a lemony, flowery smelling oil that's put in candles and sprays. It keeps bugs away."

"Maybe Ms. Werner is wearing a new citronella perfume—perfect for summer time," Jessie said with a laugh. "Whatever it is, I like it." Jessie sniffed and added, "The scent sure does last a long time. I can still smell it even though she's all the way down near the end of the line now."

"Hmm," Violet said, pinching her lips together and tugging at her long brown pigtails.

"What are you thinking?" Henry asked his sister.

"I don't know yet," Violet replied. "But something doesn't feel quite right."

"I was thinking that too, but not about the citronella." Jessie said. "I was wondering why a big star like Ninja needs to audition for this commercial. What's a Hollywood dog doing in our little town of Greenfield?"

"Want to know what I'm wondering?" Benny asked his siblings.

"What?" Henry, Violet, and Jessie asked at once.

Benny pointed at Watch who was sniffing the bowl of dog food in front of him. "Wundermutt food is Watch's favorite. But he's not eating it. Why not?" Benny took a step back and looked down the line. "Look," he told his brother and sisters. "None of the dogs are eating the food."

Jessie, Henry, and Violet glanced up and down the audition line. "Benny is right," Jessie said. "Not even one dog in the whole line is eating the food. The bowls are all still full."

"Strange," Henry said, rubbing his chin. "Most dogs will eat almost anything ... It looks like we've stumbled onto a mystery."


Audition Action

Chomp. Chomp. Chomp.

Suddenly the Aldens could hear the unmistakable sound of a dog eating. The children looked at each other. The sound was coming from near the end of the line.

"Hold on!" Jessie said. "That dog is eating the food." Jessie pointed to a black and white speckled sheepdog. A boy about Jessie's age was standing with the dog as it chomped away at his bowl of food.

"Why is that dog the only one in the whole line eating the food?" Henry wanted to know.

"Maybe the other dogs aren't hungry," Violet suggested.

"But Violet, they're dogs," Benny said. "Grandfather once told me that dogs are always a little hungry." He patted his tummy and added, "Sometimes, I think I might be part dog."

Henry and Violet laughed.

"Woof," Jessie teased, patting him on the head.

From where they stood, the Aldens could hear Ms. Werner talking to the boy with the speckled dog.

"What is your name?" Ms. Werner asked.

"Dante Oliver," the boy replied. "And this is Buffalo."

Benny giggled and whispered to Violet, "That dog looks nothing like a buffalo."

"Well, Buffalo sure seems to be a nice dog," Ms. Werner said kindly to Dante. She put out her hand and Buffalo licked it. Suddenly Buffalo leapt forward. He pulled against his leash and tried to get closer to Ms. Werner.

"Down," she said firmly, stepping away. "I'm going to put a star next to Buffalo's name," Ms. Werner told Dante. "We're going to keep an eye on your dog." Then she walked away.

"Oh no," Benny said to his siblings, "Ms. Werner already likes Buffalo best of all because he ate the Wundermutt food!"

"Don't worry," Jessie assured her little brother. "The auditions have barely begun."


Excerpted from Superstar Watch by GERTRUDE CHANDLER WARNER, Robert Papp. Copyright © 2009 Albert Whitman & Company. Excerpted by permission of ALBERT WHITMAN & Company.
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Meet the Author

Gertrude Chandler Warner (1890–1979) was an American author of children’s books, most notably the nineteen original titles in the Boxcar Children Mysteries series. Warner was raised in Putnam, Connecticut, across the street from a railroad station, which later inspired her to write about children living in a boxcar. In 1918, she began what would become a thirty-two-year career teaching first and third grade at the Israel Putnam School. She died in Putnam on August 30, 1979, when she was eighty-nine years old. But the Boxcar Children live on: To this day, talented authors contribute new stories to the series, which now includes over one hundred twenty books.

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Superstar Watch (The Boxcar Children Series #121) 4.6 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 11 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Unlike other childrens books, all the boxcar children books are usually good for younger readers. But that doesnt mean tweens and teens cant read them!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I get all my books for free,my copy of this just came yesterday. Its awesome
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I have a lot of boxcar children books but this one is the best!
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I Like it but i agree with Emerald Hazelpaw is changing a bit tooo fast. Overall i really liked it and it totally explains why she went to hate Waterclan but howd she gt so cruel is my quetion. I hope to find out soon! <p> P&alpha&pi&alpha.dox
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Continue! <br> <p> ~Dawn&star
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Hazelpaw grumpily stomped back to camp, fur ruffled the wrong way. She now began to notice even more how horrible WaterClan is and how amazing ScorchClan is. A sharp bramble thorn would snag around her paw and dig deep into her pad whereas all the dangers in ScorchClan is hidden under a layers of soft, green pine needles that made the air bloom in its arouma. Hazelpaw was slowly turning from the sweet little appretice she was to a bitter one- the more she thought about Flamestar's refusal for her to join, her mood turned sour and she began to think about how ugly WaterClan is compared to ScorchClan. <br> *I /need/ to join that Clan! I can feel it in my blood, it's my destiny. ScorchClan was made for me!* She didn't know why she felt so strongly about this. <p> "It's a girl!" The joyous voice of Ripplestar announced from the nursery. Hazelpaw was slouched by the fresh-kill pike, choking down a fish. <br> "That's great, Ripplestar. We all wanted to know that useful fact," she muttered sarcastically to herself as she tore off a slippery chunk of salty flesh. *I hate fish. That's all WaterClan has on our fresh-kill pile; fish, fish, fish.* She gagged as a hunk of slimy meat slipped down her throat before she was ready. *I gotta get out of here... I need that kit to turn in to Flamestar.* <p> (In case you guys didn't know, Super Editions are meant to be short. So that's why I wrote them only a couple pages long! Epilogue of Winterberry's Struggle is out... ;-; Keep watch for Mintcloud's Shadow, the sequel!) <p> -&#1071|Reflections&#9830
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He stands up and walks off.
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Heh thnks....