A few superheroes you've probably never heard of . . .
Crunch! Someone is breaking into all the candy stores and fast-food joints in town—and pigging out on everything!
Zoink! There's only one villain with that kind of appetite—the horrendously evil Supreme Commander Cockroachia and his band of alien creep-oids! Can the Super Goofballs stop these huge, horrible hoodlums before all the junk food is gone?
About the Author
Peter Hannan is an artist, writer, producer, and professional goofball. He is shockingly handsome. People have been known to faint when they see him. He is the creator of the animated TV series CatDog, and is the author and illustrator of the Super Goofballs series and The Greatest Snowman in the World! He lives with his family in California.
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Super Goofballs, Book 4: Attack of the 50-Foot Alien Creep-oids!
Sleepless in Gritty City
There was a whole lotta pounding going on. It was 4:52 A.M. and I hadn't slept a wink all night. Not even half a wink. My head was pounding. Rain was still pounding on the roof. And down in the basement, Blunder Mutt had been growling and pounding on his snare drum with his face, at a rate of thirty beats per minute—for seven hours. That's twelve thousand, six hundred beats. I know, because I counted them. With most people, or dogs, or really anybody else, I'd worry about them hurting themselves, but Blunder seems to have no nerve endings within the general vicinity of his brain.
At around 1:30 A.M., the Super Goofball roommates, also sleepless, had had enough and all started pounding on their floors and walls with their fists while shouting, "Stop that pounding!"
Even though the roommates had proven to be pretty super occasionally, most of the time I doubted Granny's sanity for letting them move into our house in the first place. And their numbers seemed to be growing daily: Blunder Mutt, Super Vacation Man (Blunder's vacation-loving-but-not-taking partner), Scoodlyboot (the most beautiful dog in the world, who loves Blunder Mutt), Mighty Tighty Whitey (super British underpants), the Terrifyin' Tubesock Lad (Mighty's Irish cousin), Wonder Boulder (superstrong, supersolid citizen), Pooky the Paranormal Parakeet ("I knew you were gonna say that!"), SuperSass CuteGirl (her name says it all), the Impossibly Tough Two-headed Infant (Biff and Smiff: two heads are morecomplicated than one), the Frankenstein Punster (monstrous super punner), T-Tex3000 (tiny and crazy space-cowboydinosaur). Plus, the original residents: Granny (the Bodacious Backwards Woman) and me (Amazing Techno Dude).
The three newest residents—the most adorable little stray cats you've ever seen—had been left on our doorstep in the pouring rain the night before. They had somehow slept through all that pounding. I could see their cute little tails sticking out from under their cute little blanket in their cute little basket. They were the sanest creatures in the house. Their youth and inexperience would make it easy for me to mold them into really good sidekicks. They had positive attitudes, no bad habits, and were extremely eager to learn. I'd been looking for a sidekick ever since I stopped being Granny's.
Above the pounding, I heard some strange, unearthly sounds coming from somewhere out there in the rain. It sounded like a neighbor was watching a science fiction movie on TV. I found out later that the weird sounds were coming from much farther away, from the soggy heart of Gritty City.Super Goofballs, Book 4: Attack of the 50-Foot Alien Creep-oids!. Copyright © by Peter Hannan. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold.