This Gum for Hire (Chet Gecko Series) [NOOK Book]

Overview

Kidnapped! One by one, the members of Emerson Hicky's football team are disappearing. As far as Chet Gecko is concerned, this is a cause for celebration.
Only trouble is that Chet's old nemesis, Herman the Gila Monster, is the number one suspect, and he wants Chet to clear his (not quite) good name.
Chet and his mockingbird partner, Natalie Attired, must solve the case fast, ...
See more details below
This Gum for Hire (Chet Gecko Series)

Available on NOOK devices and apps  
  • NOOK Devices
  • Samsung Galaxy Tab 4 NOOK
  • NOOK HD/HD+ Tablet
  • NOOK
  • NOOK Color
  • NOOK Tablet
  • Tablet/Phone
  • NOOK for Windows 8 Tablet
  • NOOK for iOS
  • NOOK for Android
  • NOOK Kids for iPad
  • PC/Mac
  • NOOK for Windows 8
  • NOOK for PC
  • NOOK for Mac
  • NOOK for Web

Want a NOOK? Explore Now

NOOK Book (eBook)
$5.49
BN.com price
(Save 8%)$5.99 List Price

Overview

Kidnapped! One by one, the members of Emerson Hicky's football team are disappearing. As far as Chet Gecko is concerned, this is a cause for celebration.
Only trouble is that Chet's old nemesis, Herman the Gila Monster, is the number one suspect, and he wants Chet to clear his (not quite) good name.
Chet and his mockingbird partner, Natalie Attired, must solve the case fast, or Herman will make sure it's their last. But which is more dangerous--Herman . . . or P.E. class?

To save his own skin, private eye Chet Gecko sets out to solve the mystery of Emerson Hicky Elementary School's disappearing football players.

Read More Show Less

Editorial Reviews

School Library Journal
Gr 3-6-The wisecracking fourth grader solves his sixth case. As always, Chet is aided by his mockingbird friend as they attempt to discover why the football players are disappearing just before the big game. Herman, a bulky Gila monster, asks for his help, offering both cake and restraint from bodily harm as payment. Chet and Natalie are forced to go undercover as football player and cheerleader to find the connection between a mysterious stomach ailment, bubble gum, and the water boy who didn't make the team. As in the previous books, Chet's sarcastic wit makes the story a great choice for reluctant older readers who are fans of Jon Scieszka's "Time Warp Trio" series (Viking). The humor makes this a jollier read than E. A. Hass's "Incognito Mosquito" series (Random; o.p.). Younger audiences might miss sophisticated lines such as "You can't play dumber- without a lobotomy." However, anyone will laugh at the slapstick situations. Kids will also appreciate Chet's constant desire for foods such as "greasy horsefly burritos" or "Lice Krispie treats." Black-and-white line drawings appear every few pages, depicting funny animal characters with exaggerated human characteristics.-Debbie Whitbeck, West Ottawa Public Schools, Holland, MI Copyright 2002 Cahners Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
Fourth-grade gumshoe Chet Gecko checks in for his sixth pun-ishing caper. It seems that Hugh Geste and several other members of Emerson Hickey Elementary’s football team have disappeared, just as a big game with Petsadena is coming up. Hired by hulking nemesis Herman the Gila Monster to track them down, geeky Chet lays aside his philosophy of athletics—"No pain, no pain"—to join the team undercover. Naturally, he finds a host of suspects, from surly water boy Buford the skunk to coach "Beef" Stroganoff’s ex-squeeze, school nurse Marge Supial. Ably assisted by joke-loving avian sidekick Natalie Attired ("What’s made of plastic and hangs around French cathedrals? The lunchpack of Notre Dame"), Chet’s investigation culminates in a suitably daffy dénouement: as it turns out, Buford’s mother, with the help of several Petsadena football moms and bribable assistant coach Jim Schortz, has been keeping the kidnapped players under wraps (literally, as football dummies) in an effort to get her son onto the team. From title to tailpiece—a view of Chet as the charging figure atop the "Weisenheimer Trophy"—this eye-rolling escapade will give the redoubtable reptile’s growing legion of fans yet more reason to cheer and chortle. (Fiction. 8-11)
Read More Show Less

Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780547545738
  • Publisher: Houghton Mifflin Harcourt
  • Publication date: 4/1/2003
  • Series: Chet Gecko Series , #6
  • Sold by: Barnes & Noble
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 136
  • Sales rank: 1,188,078
  • Age range: 8 - 12 Years
  • File size: 4 MB

Meet the Author

Bruce Hale
BRUCE HALE is the author of five picture books as well as the Chet Gecko mysteries. A popular speaker, teacher, and storyteller for children and adults, he was awarded a Fulbright grant in 1998 to teach storytelling and to study folklore in Thailand. He lives in Santa Barbara, California.

BRUCE HALE is the author of Snoring Beauty, illustrated by Howard Fine, as well as the fifteen Chet Gecko mysteries. A popular speaker, teacher, and storyteller for children and adults, he lives in Santa Barbara, California.
www.brucehale.com
Read More Show Less

Read an Excerpt

1

Case of the Mopey Monster

The stink alone should have tipped me off. I was taking a brain break, just swinging on the swing set, when a serious stench grabbed me in its funky blue fist.

It was strong enough to make a skunk blush.

Hmm, I thought, as I whooshed forward. Cabbage and beans for breakfast?

Right stink, wrong source.

Something snagged me in midswing— glomp!—and there I hung, stuck in the sky.

I twisted to look under the seat. An ugly mug met my gaze.

Even wrong way around, I could tell: It was Herman the Gila Monster. He wasn’t as big as Beijing, he wasn’t as mean as a six-pack of hungry sharks. But the Big Bad Wolf could’ve learned something from Herman— his breath was stinky enough to melt a brick house.

"What’s up, Herman?" I asked, coughing.

"You," he said.

That’s Gila monster humor for you.

Normally, I kept my distance from the big lug. But since he’d already caught me, my best move was to play dumb.

Unfortunately, you can’t play dumber than Herman without a lobotomy.

"You wanted to see me?" I asked.

"Yup," he said, hoisting me by my tail. "I like talk."

I almost told him, Go see a speech doctor, but it was a long way down to the ground.

"I talk better on my feet," I said.

"Okay." Herman let go my tail.

The ground rushed up to meet me like a car salesman at closing time.

Whonk!

As I climbed to my feet, the burly Gila monster clapped a hand onto my shoulder. "We go . . . someplace private," Herman growled.

My life flashed before me. It wasn’t pretty. But it was my life, darn it, and I wanted to live to see fifth grade.

"Let’s go to the scrofulous tree," I said. "I do my best thinking there."

With a grunt, the Gila monster steered me in that direction. Two small squirrels were playing Frisbee under my favorite tree.

"Scram!" Herman growled.

They scrammed. Herman shoved me down on the grass. I rolled and raised my fists and feet, ready to fight back. Then, with a thud like a meteorite hitting the earth, the Gila monster flopped down beside me.

"Gecko," he said, "I got problem."

"I’ve been meaning to mention that," I said. "You know, a little mouthwash— "

"Not funny," he rumbled. "Problem big."

I sat up. He was serious.

I’d never figured myself as a friendly ear for school-yard thugs, but what the heck. I bit.

"What’s on your mind?" I asked. "And I use that term loosely."

Herman sighed like an avalanche on a distant mountain. "Team in trouble. Coach blame me."

The Gila monster was a fearsome football player. Several times, he’d been kicked off the team for his hijinks, but he always got called back. Emerson Hicky Elementary took its sports seriously, and a monster on the front line is hard to find.

Like I cared about that.

"So," I asked, "why tell me?"

Herman’s heavy head swung my way. "Players go bye-bye," he said. "Not my fault. Gecko can find players."

"Oh, no," I said. "Not me."

Herman moved faster than a starving toad at a fruit-fly fest. Before I could even twitch, he grabbed my ankle.

"Gecko will help," he growled. "Or Gecko will need help." The Gila monster shook his other fist meaningfully. I got the picture.

Then, a thought took that long, lonely trip across Herman’s mind. His fangs twinkled in a smile. "Plus, Herman will pay. One chocolate cake for every player you find."

I smiled back. "That should’ve been the first thing you said, buddy boy. Tell the nice detective all about it." 

Copyright © 2002 by Bruce Hale

All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopy, recording, or any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the publisher.

Requests for permission to make copies of any part of the work should be submitted online at harcourt.com/contact or mailed to the following address: Permissions Department, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt Publishing Company, 6277 Sea Harbor Drive, Orlando, Florida 32887-6777.

Read More Show Less

Table of Contents

Read More Show Less

First Chapter

1
Case of the Mopey Monster
The stink alone should have tipped me off. I was taking a brain break, just swinging on the swing set, when a serious stench grabbed me in its funky blue fist.
It was strong enough to make a skunk blush.
Hmm, I thought, as I whooshed forward. Cabbage and beans for breakfast?
Right stink, wrong source.
Something snagged me in midswing-glomp!-and there I hung, stuck in the sky.
I twisted to look under the seat. An ugly mug met my gaze.
Even wrong way around, I could tell: It was Herman the Gila Monster. He wasn't as big as Beijing, he wasn't as mean as a six-pack of hungry sharks. But the Big Bad Wolf could've learned something from Herman-his breath was stinky enough to melt a brick house.
"What's up, Herman?" I asked, coughing.
"You," he said.
That's Gila monster humor for you.
Normally, I kept my distance from the big lug. But since he'd already caught me, my best move was to play dumb.
Unfortunately, you can't play dumber than Herman without a lobotomy.
"You wanted to see me?" I asked.
"Yup," he said, hoisting me by my tail. "I like talk."
I almost told him, Go see a speech doctor, but it was a long way down to the ground.
"I talk better on my feet," I said.
"Okay." Herman let go my tail.
The ground rushed up to meet me like a car salesman at closing time.
Whonk!
As I climbed to my feet, the burly Gila monster clapped a hand onto my shoulder. "We go...someplace private," Herman growled.
My life flashed before me. It wasn't pretty. But it was my life, darn it, and I wanted to live to see fifth grade.
"Let's go to the scrofulous tree," I said. "I do my best thinking there."
With a grunt, the Gila monster steered me in that direction. Two small squirrels were playing Frisbee under my favorite tree.
"Scram!" Herman growled.
They scrammed. Herman shoved me down on the grass. I rolled and raised my fists and feet, ready to fight back. Then, with a thud like a meteorite hitting the earth, the Gila monster flopped down beside me.
"Gecko," he said, "I got problem."
"I've been meaning to mention that," I said. "You know, a little mouthwash-"
"Not funny," he rumbled. "Problem big."
I sat up. He was serious.
I'd never figured myself as a friendly ear for school-yard thugs, but what the heck. I bit.
"What's on your mind?" I asked. "And I use that term loosely."
Herman sighed like an avalanche on a distant mountain. "Team in trouble. Coach blame me."
The Gila monster was a fearsome football player. Several times, he'd been kicked off the team for his hijinks, but he always got called back. Emerson Hicky Elementary took its sports seriously, and a monster on the front line is hard to find.
Like I cared about that.
"So," I asked, "why tell me?"
Herman's heavy head swung my way. "Players go bye-bye," he said. "Not my fault. Gecko can find players."
"Oh, no," I said. "Not me."
Herman moved faster than a starving toad at a fruit-fly fest. Before I could even twitch, he grabbed my ankle.
"Gecko will help," he growled. "Or Gecko will need help." The Gila monster shook his other fist meaningfully. I got the picture.
Then, a thought took that long, lonely trip across Herman's mind. His fangs twinkled in a smile. "Plus, Herman will pay. One chocolate cake for every player you find."
I smiled back. "That should've been the first thing you said, buddy boy. Tell the nice detective all about it."

Copyright © 2002 by Bruce Hale

All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopy, recording, or any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the publisher.
Read More Show Less

Customer Reviews

Average Rating 4
( 8 )
Rating Distribution

5 Star

(5)

4 Star

(1)

3 Star

(1)

2 Star

(0)

1 Star

(1)

Your Rating:

Your Name: Create a Pen Name or

Barnes & Noble.com Review Rules

Our reader reviews allow you to share your comments on titles you liked, or didn't, with others. By submitting an online review, you are representing to Barnes & Noble.com that all information contained in your review is original and accurate in all respects, and that the submission of such content by you and the posting of such content by Barnes & Noble.com does not and will not violate the rights of any third party. Please follow the rules below to help ensure that your review can be posted.

Reviews by Our Customers Under the Age of 13

We highly value and respect everyone's opinion concerning the titles we offer. However, we cannot allow persons under the age of 13 to have accounts at BN.com or to post customer reviews. Please see our Terms of Use for more details.

What to exclude from your review:

Please do not write about reviews, commentary, or information posted on the product page. If you see any errors in the information on the product page, please send us an email.

Reviews should not contain any of the following:

  • - HTML tags, profanity, obscenities, vulgarities, or comments that defame anyone
  • - Time-sensitive information such as tour dates, signings, lectures, etc.
  • - Single-word reviews. Other people will read your review to discover why you liked or didn't like the title. Be descriptive.
  • - Comments focusing on the author or that may ruin the ending for others
  • - Phone numbers, addresses, URLs
  • - Pricing and availability information or alternative ordering information
  • - Advertisements or commercial solicitation

Reminder:

  • - By submitting a review, you grant to Barnes & Noble.com and its sublicensees the royalty-free, perpetual, irrevocable right and license to use the review in accordance with the Barnes & Noble.com Terms of Use.
  • - Barnes & Noble.com reserves the right not to post any review -- particularly those that do not follow the terms and conditions of these Rules. Barnes & Noble.com also reserves the right to remove any review at any time without notice.
  • - See Terms of Use for other conditions and disclaimers.
Search for Products You'd Like to Recommend

Recommend other products that relate to your review. Just search for them below and share!

Create a Pen Name

Your Pen Name is your unique identity on BN.com. It will appear on the reviews you write and other website activities. Your Pen Name cannot be edited, changed or deleted once submitted.

 
Your Pen Name can be any combination of alphanumeric characters (plus - and _), and must be at least two characters long.

Continue Anonymously
Sort by: Showing all of 8 Customer Reviews
  • Anonymous

    Posted May 8, 2013

    Great

    Great

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted November 7, 2011

    Great mysteries

    I loved this book if you read it and liked it too chet out the whole series!

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted March 24, 2011

    best book

    i love these books there the best

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted April 20, 2008

    A reviewer

    The 2 detectives always have a case to solve and they never give up!!!

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted April 8, 2004

    Terrific!

    My 10-year-old son and I both read this book, and loved it. The 'Sam Spade' tone of the narrative is very funny, and it is filled with lots of great wordplay and funny metaphors.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted October 14, 2011

    No text was provided for this review.

  • Anonymous

    Posted July 3, 2010

    No text was provided for this review.

  • Anonymous

    Posted November 24, 2008

    No text was provided for this review.

Sort by: Showing all of 8 Customer Reviews

If you find inappropriate content, please report it to Barnes & Noble
Why is this product inappropriate?
Comments (optional)