The story was inspired by the more than one thousand walks to school the author has shared with his daughter and her friends in real life. Come along with them into the imaginative world of Dead Fred, Flying Lunchboxes, and the Good Luck Circle!
Thirteen-year-old Ppeekk (pronounced 'Peekie') finds a very small, very flat, very dead fish. When he comes to life in her hand, he has an amazing story to tell.
In the brilliant underwater world called High Voltage, manatees talk, starfish sing, and practical-joking clownfish encourage children to launch their lunchboxes off the bridge. Now the fiendish Megalodon, a fifty-foot prehistoric shark, has laid siege to High Voltage and dethroned King Frederick the Ninth (whom Ppeekk calls "Dead Fred"). The monster reigns amphibiously under the old drawbridge with his army of crabs and blood-red remora fish, whose suckers drain victims' joy and imagination.
Ppeekk hides Dead Fred in the only safe place she can think of: the usher's coat room at church. As she grows to know Fred, she learns to trust and love him. Unlike her parents, he listens to her and counsels her. Dead Fred trusts Ppeekk, too. In fact, he has a big favor to ask. Can she help him save High Voltage from the evil Megalodon?
Ppeekk and her friends use everything they've got to lure the evil beast to his demise—exploding coconut bombs, strangler fig lassos, even themselves as human bait—to vanquish Megalodon and his rogue army. In the climactic scene, they fight the battle of their lives in a Category-5 hurricane . . . Will they be able to save Dead Fred and High Voltage? Read Dead Fred, Flying Lunchboxes, and the Good Luck Circle to find out!
|Publisher:||Health Communications, Incorporated|
|Product dimensions:||6.20(w) x 9.10(h) x 1.00(d)|
|Age Range:||9 - 12 Years|
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The Strangler Fig Battle
Peekk woke, her nostrils flaring to the faint smell of fish. It wasn't a strong odor, but it was unmistakably fishy. She glanced at the alarm clock on her bedside table: 6:03 am, time for her usual pancakes and baconnot fish. Still half asleep, she turned her head, cracked open one lid, and stared directly into the eye of a small fish lying right on her pillow.
Whoa! How did a little fish get onto her pillow? Maybe she was still asleep. But the fish stared at her, too. Then it all came rushing back to herfinding him on the bridge, hiding him in the usher's coatroom in the church, and finally stashing him in her backpack and hurrying home with him.
She'd placed him in between her pillow and the pillowcase, right at the edge so he could have a bit of air, as if that made any sense. Somehow he'd wiggled out. Now propped up on his two long side fins, he looked sort of like someone leaning on his elbows. He smiled from gill to gill. "Rise and shine."
©2008. Frank McKinney. All rights reserved. Reprinted from Dead Fred, Flying Lunchboxes and the Good Luck Circle. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system or transmitted in any form or by any means, without the written permission of the publisher. Publisher: Health Communications, Inc., 3201 SW 15th Street, Deerfield Beach, FL 33442
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"An engaging and uplifting tale with more interesting characters than a Narnia adventure."
Steve Alten, New York Times bestselling author of the Meg series