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Farewell, My Lunchbag (Chet Gecko Series)

Farewell, My Lunchbag (Chet Gecko Series)

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by Bruce Hale

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Danger may be Chet Gecko's business, but dessert is his delight. . . .
Chet Gecko's hunger for mystery is matched only by his appetite for cockroach casserole, mosquito marshmallow surprise, and stinkbug pie. So when the cafeteria needs help nabbing a food thief, Chet digs into the case with a passion he usually reserves only for dessert. But this time Chet may


Danger may be Chet Gecko's business, but dessert is his delight. . . .
Chet Gecko's hunger for mystery is matched only by his appetite for cockroach casserole, mosquito marshmallow surprise, and stinkbug pie. So when the cafeteria needs help nabbing a food thief, Chet digs into the case with a passion he usually reserves only for dessert. But this time Chet may have bitten off more than even he can chew.
Someone has framed him, and now everyone at Emerson Hicky--even his trusted partner, Natalie Attired--thinks the food thief is none other than Chet!

Editorial Reviews

Children's Literature
A third entry in the "Chet Gecko Mystery" series has the intrepid fourth-grade gecko helping the lunchroom cook, an iguana, looking for the food thief that strikes after school. Chet and his sidekick, a mockingbird named Natalie Attired, look for clues, and discover a long snakeskin that appears in the bushes. Readers will figure out pretty quickly who the thief is, but not before Chet has been framed, unfairly accused, and sentenced to dishwashing duty in the lunchroom. The puns, hard-boiled detective conventions turned on their ears, funny similes, and snappy parley will entertain readers. And the things they might not know¾as when Chet tells Natalie that they will "case the joint"¾are explained in context. It's all good fun, although the animal teachers act and sound like they come from a bad movie, circa 1950. But the elementary school humor, the outrageous food like green sowbug jello, and details of school familiar to children, such as pecking order by grade level and lunchroom disasters, are all just right for middle elementary readers who enjoy a good laugh and a good story. 2001, Harcourt, $14.00. Ages 7 to 10. Reviewer:Susan Hepler
School Library Journal
Gr 3-6-Children will likely appreciate Hale's relentless punning in this anthropomorphized detective series featuring a Raymond Chandler/Woody Allen literary blend in a fourth-grader/gecko guise. Here, it seems that someone is stealing food from the school cafeteria and Chet Gecko is hot on the trail of the thief. Mrs. Bagoong, an iguana with cheeks "soft as AstroTurf," who serves mothloaf and cockroach quiche, will be put out of business if the culprit isn't caught. Natalie Attired is Chet's mockingbird assistant, and Erik Nidd plays the role of a tough sixth-grade tarantula. Metaphors and similes work overtime in this detective/lizard world and, while geared toward an eager juvenile audience, Farewell will leave adults aching from laughter at the jokes kids will miss and from groans for the gross ones youngsters will love. This latest "Chet Gecko" tale is not only fodder for budding criminologists and stand-up comedians but may also provide inspiration for future zoologists. Hale's drawings are serviceable but they don't give much visual punch to the sassy prose.-John Sigwald, Unger Memorial Library, Plainview, TX Copyright 2001 Cahners Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
Green-tailed gumshoe Chet Gecko's outsized appetite really gets him into hot water in his latest caper. Someone is pilfering supplies from Emerson Hickey Elementary's pantry. Chet's attempt to nab the phantom nosher backfires when he inhales a drugged pillbug muffin and wakes up amidst a plethora of evidence pointing to him as the culprit. It's a frame-up, but can he clear his name-not to mention escape a lifetime of detention-when even pun-loving avian sidekick Natalie Attired is giving him the cold shoulder? The redoubtable reptile's in a real pickle. Luckily, Hale dishes up plenty of clues, while setting the table for a wild climactic ruckus involving Chet, Natalie, custodian/mongoose Maureen DeBree, and two king cobras hiding out in the heating ducts while hatching both a clutch of eggs and a plot to take over the school. Occasional illustrations depicting a hard-boiled animal cast add atmosphere. It's literary fast food with no caloric consequences, and the incessant wordplay, plus the way everyone receives (what else?) just deserts, will give readers an appetite for more. (Fiction. 9-11)

From the Publisher
Raves for the Tattered Casebook of Chet Gecko
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"Mystery fans will get a kick out of this new series, which features a clever, wisecracking fourth-grade . . . lizard."—Family Life
The Mystery of Mr. Nice
"Hold on to your fedoras: this gecko's going places."—Kirkus Reviews
Farewell, My Lunchbag
"A Raymond Chandler/Woody Allen literary blend in a fourth-grader/gecko guise. . . . Fodder for budding criminologists and stand-up comedians."—School Library Journal

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Chet Gecko Series , #3
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Fright of the Iguana

Mrs. Bagoong was a hundred pounds of tough, leathery iguana. Her eyes were like chocolate drops, her cheeks soft as AstroTurf and about the same color. Her thick, powerful body was wrapped in a blue apron that said KISS THE COOK.

Yuck. Nobody in his right mind would try to smooch Mrs. Bagoong.

She ruled the lunchroom as head cafeteria lady. If you wanted extra dessert, you had to go through her.

Few tried.

But I’ve always loved a challenge.

Mrs. Bagoong was all right. For an iguana. So when I saw her frown at lunchtime that day, I was worried.

"What’s the story, brown eyes?" I said. "If your face were any longer, you’d have to rent an extra chin."

Mrs. Bagoong piled lime Jell-O onto my tray. The green gelatin was packed with juicy dung beetles. Yum. My mouth watered like an automatic sprinkler system.

The queen of the lunchroom sighed. It sounded like a small hurricane. "Chet, honey," said Mrs. Bagoong, "we’ve got problems."

My heart raced. "You’re not running out of mothloaf, are you?"

"Not yet."

I relaxed. "So it’s not serious, then."

"Serious enough!" she said. "Someone’s stealing our food. If it keeps up, it could put me out of business."

My fists clenched. Food thieves! Scum like that are lower than kidnappers, blackmailers, and people who don’t return library books. They stink like leftovers from a hyena’s lunchbox.

A plastic tray bumped mine.

"Hubba-hubba, Chet," said Tony Newt. "Sweet-talking the cafeteria ladies, eh?" He winked at me with a bulging eye, one scaly dude to another.

This wasn’t the best time for a chat, so I leaned toward Mrs. Bagoong and whispered, "Let’s talk after lunch."

"Ooh, lovers’ secrets," cooed Tony.

I turned to my classmate. "Hey, Tony, do you know the difference between you and a bug-eating moron?"

His forehead wrinkled. "No, what?"

"Beats me."

Sometimes, I just kill me.

I took my tray and found a seat. While I munched on mothloaf in gravy, I chewed over Mrs. Bagoong’s problem.

Food thieves at Emerson Hicky, eh? If they kept up their dirty work, the thieves might put the cafeteria out of commission. And that would derail my Jell-O train.

I had to help Mrs. Bagoong. A dame in distress gets me every time — even when she’s a hundred-pound iguana.

Lunch finished, I dropped my tray on the dirty stack and waited for the place to clear out. The line of kids dribbled out the doors like snot from a runny nose in flu season, and the cafeteria workers started cleaning up. (The cafeteria, I mean, not the nose.)

The queen of the lunchroom crooked one claw at me.

"Come here, Chet," said Mrs. Bagoong.

We walked behind the counter, she opened the storeroom door, and I went rubber legged in amazement. Food, food, and more food!

The huge refrigerator sang a siren song louder than a fat lady in a French opera. I plunged my head inside and almost fell down in delight. Pickled spider-eggs and pudding and rat cheese and deep-fried termites and cockroach quiche and happy-spider lasagna and candied butterflies and fire ants in red sauce and—

"Uh, Chet? Anybody home?" said Mrs. Bagoong. She rapped on the door with a thick fist.

"Oh. Sorry." I slowly pulled my head out of gecko heaven and took a deep breath.

"Let’s get down to business," I said. "You’ve got a low-down food thief, and I’m just the gecko to find out who he is."

"Or she," said Mrs. Bagoong.

"Who he or she is."

"Or it."

"Who he, she, or it is." I sighed. "Did you used to be a teacher?"

"For five years," she said, straightening her hair net. "How did you know?"

"Lucky guess. Now tell me all about the food-napping. How did it start?"

Mrs. Bagoong parked her massive bulk on a tub of lima beans. I shuddered. Even uncooked, those things are dangerous. She stroked her scaly chin.

"I first noticed it last week," she said. "I was making carpenter-ant omelettes, and we ran out of eggs."

"Maybe you forgot to buy enough."

"That’s what I thought. But then the next day, our candied butterflies disappeared. And two days after that, some bananas went missing."

I held up a hand.

"Let me get this straight," I said. "First, your eggs beat it. Then your butterflies flew. And then your bananas split?"

"You might say that," said Mrs. Bagoong, groaning.

"I just did. You’ve got problems, sister."

"You’re telling me." Her face crumpled like an empty bag of dragonfly chips. "And almost every day since, more food has disappeared. I asked my workers and the janitors to keep an eye out. Nobody has seen anything."

Mrs. Bagoong whimpered. She sunk her face in her hands — or paws, or whatever iguanas call their front feet. I forget. She looked sadder than a wilted bowl of broccoli on a muggy day.

One thick, iguanoid tear slithered down her cheek. "If I can’t stop this, I don’t know what will happen. They might even fire me."

The tear did it. I can’t stand to see a reptile cry.

"All right, enough of that," I said. I pulled my hat low over my eyes. "Chet Gecko is on the case. Food thieves, beware!"

She cracked a tiny smile and sniffled. I swaggered to the door and flung it open, then saluted her.

"See ya mañana, iguana."


I’d walked into a stack of cans.

"Uh, Chet, honey? That’s the pantry."

Another great exit, ruined.


Copyright © 2001 by Bruce Hale

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Meet the Author

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 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.

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Farewell, My Lunchbag 4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 5 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Someone is stealing food from the school cafeteria! Who could it be?
Chet Gecko, a forth grader, along with his friend, Natalie, are fourth grade detectives. Chet and Natalie are detective partners in solving mysteries in their school. Chet has bad luck and almost nothing goes right for him. He always gets bullied. Ms. Barrong, a lunch lady, told Chet to find out who was stealing food from the cafeteria. One day, my friends were over my house for my birthday and my took my PSP and hid it when my friends and I were down stairs eating, but she gave it back when my friends left. I¿m not telling the ending, so read on to find out. I recommend this book because it makes you really want to read on. It is a very good book and keeps you on the tip of your toes.

Jonathan P.
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Guest More than 1 year ago
In Farewell,My Lunchbag,a 4th grade gecko named Chet is asked to solve a mystery. There is food disapering from the cafeteria!Everybody thinks it's Chet but he pleads innocent. Actually, it turns out to not be Chet, but you'll have to read the book to find the rest. If you like a mystery mixed with humor, read Farewell, My Lunchbag.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Farewell My Lunchbag is definately great for little kids. However, me, not really a little kid (I think)found it boring. Hale's humorous style of writing is pleasant at first but quickly becomes annoying. I wasn't crazy about the other Chet Gecko books so the only reason I chose to read Farewell My Lunchbag is because it is the only book I haven't read ever written (kidding!). The book would have been better if Chet wasn't an in-school detective because I imagine no human (gecko, whatever!) would be stupid enough to try and solve a hard case when you have an education on your mind. School also interferes with the story because there are some in-class parts that are seriously unnessessary to the plot. If you are little kid you will love Chet Gecko, but if you are 12 or older, you will find it annoying.
Guest More than 1 year ago
this book is good and so are all the others go get them and you'll see what i mean chet is so cool so go get the books get the first one that ones good bye