Mercy Watson Is Missing!: Tales from Mercy Watson's Deckawoo Drive, Volume Seven

by Kate DiCamillo, Chris Van Dusen (Illustrator)

Overview

Every favorite character from Kate DiCamillo’s New York Times best-selling Mercy Watson books makes an appearance in this extended, riotously funny series crescendo.

When Mercy Watson the pig goes missing, all of Deckawoo Drive is in an uproar. The Watsons are inconsolable, and the local police, fire, and animal control departments are no help whatsoever. Bossy neighbor Eugenia Lincoln is not quite as sad as she might be, but thankfully her sister, Baby Lincoln, has the idea to hire a private investigator. Granted, Percival Smidgely, PI, may be more bumbler than gumshoe, but his pigeon, Polly, is there to point the way. Meanwhile, Frank and Stella Endicott and Stella’s friend Horace Broom are ready to do some investigating of their own. Will the clever neighborhood sleuths manage to follow the trail of hoofprints—and a certain overwhelmingly enticing scent—and recover their porcine wonder? With deftly paced narrative comedy, visual slapstick, abundant artwork in both black and white and full color, and warm affection for their cast of characters, Kate DiCamillo and Chris Van Dusen bring us a highly satisfying, extra-special series finale that rewards loyal fans—and invites new readers to explore the stories that came before.

Product Details

ISBN-13:	9781536234336
Publisher:	Candlewick Press
Publication date:	12/05/2023
Series:	Tales from Mercy Watson's Deckawoo Drive , #7
Sold by:	Barnes & Noble
Format:	eBook
File size:	38 MB
Note:	This product may take a few minutes to download.
Age Range:	6 - 9 Years

About the Author

Kate DiCamillo is the beloved author of many books for young readers, including the Mercy Watson and Deckawoo Drive series. Her books Flora&Ulysses and The Tale of Despereaux both received Newbery Medals. A former National Ambassador for Young People’s Literature, she lives in Minneapolis.

Chris Van Dusen is the author-illustrator of many books for young readers, including The Circus Ship and Big Truck, Little Island, and the illustrator of the Mercy Watson and Deckawoo Drive series. He lives in Maine.

The theme of hope and belief amid impossible circumstances is a common thread in much of Kate DiCamillo’s writing. In her instant #1 New York Times bestseller The Miraculous Journey of Edward Tulane, a haughty china rabbit undergoes a profound transformation after finding himself facedown on the ocean floor—lost, and waiting to be found. The Tale of Despereaux—the Newbery Medal–winning novel that later inspired an animated adventure from Universal Pictures—stars a tiny mouse with exceptionally large ears who is driven by love to become an unlikely hero. And The Magician’s Elephant, an acclaimed and exquisitely paced fable, dares to ask the question, What if?

Kate DiCamillo’s own journey is something of a dream come true. After moving to Minnesota from Florida in her twenties, homesickness and a bitter winter helped inspire Because of Winn-Dixie—her first published novel, which, remarkably, became a runaway bestseller and snapped up a Newbery Honor. “After the Newbery committee called me, I spent the whole day walking into walls,” she says. “I was stunned. And very, very happy.”

Her second novel, The Tiger Rising, went on to become a National Book Award Finalist. Since then, the master storyteller has written for a wide range of ages. She is the author of six books in the Mercy Watson series of early chapter books, which stars a “porcine wonder” with an obsession for buttered toast. The second book in the series, Mercy Watson Goes for a Ride, was named a Theodor Seuss Geisel Honor Book by the American Library Association in 2007. She is also the co-author of the Bink and Gollie series, which celebrates the tall and short of a marvelous friendship. The first book, Bink&Gollie, was awarded the Theodor Seuss Giesel Award in 2011.
She also wrote a luminous holiday picture book, Great Joy.

Her novel Flora&Ulysses: The Illuminated Adventures won the 2014 Newbery Medal. It was released in fall 2013 to great acclaim, including five starred reviews, and was an instant New York Times bestseller. Flora&Ulysses is a laugh-out-loud story filled with eccentric, endearing characters and featuring an exciting new format—a novel interspersed with comic-style graphic sequences and full-page illustrations, all rendered in black and white by up-and-coming artist K. G. Campbell. It was a 2013 Parents’ Choice Gold Award Winner and was chosen by Amazon, Publishers Weekly, Kirkus Reviews, and Common Sense Media as a Best Book of the Year.

Kate DiCamillo, who was named National Ambassador for Young People’s Literature for 2014–2015, says about stories, “When we read together, we connect. Together, we see the world. Together, we see one another.” Born in Philadelphia, the author lives in Minneapolis, where she faithfully writes two pages a day, five days a week.

Hometown:

Minneapolis, Minnesota

Date of Birth:

March 25, 1964

Place of Birth:

Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

Education:

B.A. in English, University of Florida at Gainesville, 1987

Read an Excerpt

Prologue
 
The office of Percival Smidgely, PI, was situated on the third floor of the historic Blinkhopp Building in downtown Gizzford.
   In Percival’s office, there was a desk and a window. There were also several chairs and an elderly rubber plant.
   The rubber plant had lost most of its leaves to time and neglect, and the six leaves that remained were coated in a thick layer of dust.
   The window in Percival’s office looked out on a brick wall.
   Sometimes, in the late afternoon, the window grudgingly admitted a small square of sunlight that appeared and then quickly disappeared. It was almost as if the sun were embarrassed to show up in such a dingy office.
   A single pigeon had taken up residence on the window’s narrow ledge.
   This pigeon was prone to staring in the window at Percival Smidgely in a judgmental way.
   Percival Smidgely did not mind being judged by a pigeon because Percival was a man who believed that he was destined for great things.
   He was a man with a moustache and a detective license.
   He was a man with a sign on the door that read: percival smidgely, private investigator.
   Percival’s girlfriend had stenciled the sign for him.
   Sometimes, Percival would get up from his desk and go out into the hallway and admire the sign on his door and then he would come back into the office and close the door and sit at his desk and twirl his moustache and consider the great things he was surely destined to do.
   Also, he stared at the phone. He waited for it to ring.
   When the phone did ring, it was usually Percival’s girlfriend, Louella Smith.
   “Don’t call me at work,” said Percival Smidgely.
   “But that’s what I’m calling about,” said Louella, “to see if you have any work.”
   “The world is full of mysteries, Louella. The world is full of missing people and lost items. Eventually, those mysteries will find their way to the door of Percival Smidgely, PI.”
   “When?” said Louella.
   Percival hung up the phone.
   He twirled his moustache.
   The pigeon stared at him. The square of sunlight appeared and then quickly disappeared. The dust on the six leaves of the rubber plant grew the tiniest bit thicker.
   Percival Smidgely got up and looked at his sign: percival smidgely, private investigator.
   Yep.
   The mysteries would present themselves.

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On a bright morning in early autumn, Percival sat at his desk reading the Gizzford Gazette. He was keeping an eye open for potential mysteries.
  The headlines, however, were not very mysterious.
 
new traffic light at
twinkle and main
 
butter barrel candy factory
begins production in gizzford
 
imogene faulkner celebrates
100th birthday in style
 
   The pigeon shifted her position on the window ledge and stared in at Percival with beady, judgmental eyes.
   More dust settled onto the leaves of the rubber plant.
   The office was very quiet.
   Percival rattled the pages of the newspaper.
   He read another headline.
 
i-16 to be repaved
 
   That was a good thing. No one should have to drive on bumpy roads.
   Surely, if Percival Smidgely waited patiently, fate would intervene, and the mysteries would present themselves.
   Surely, the mysteries would appear.
 
Chapter One
 
On a bright morning in early autumn, Mercy Watson went missing.
   Mrs. Watson looked in the pig’s room.
   “Mercy?” she said.
   No one answered.
   “Hmmm,” said Mrs. Watson.
   She went downstairs and looked in the kitchen.
   There was no pig in the kitchen.
   “Hmmm,” said Mrs. Watson.
   She walked into the living room. Mr. Watson was, as usual, sitting on the couch. His face was obscured by the Gizzford Gazette. The headlines shouted information about traffic lights and birthday parties and Butter Barrels.
   “Have you seen Mercy?” said Mrs. Watson.
   “I have not,” said Mr. Watson.
   Mrs. Watson felt a pebble of worry in her stomach.
   “I’ll just check at the neighbors’,” she said.
   “Excellent,” said Mr. Watson.
   But Mercy was not at the Lincoln sisters’ house.
   “What would that pig be doing here?” said Eugenia Lincoln.
   “Mercy is missing?” said Baby Lincoln. Her worried face hovered behind Eugenia’s for just a moment before Eugenia closed the door (slammed it, actually) in Mrs. Watson’s face.
   Eugenia Lincoln could be quite abrupt at times. Mrs. Watson tried not to let it hurt her feelings.
   She went down the street to the Endicotts’ house.
   Frank answered the door.
   “Have you seen Mercy?” asked Mrs. Watson.
   “No,” said Frank. “Is she missing?”
   “I don’t know if she’s missing exactly,” said Mrs. Watson. “It’s just that she’s not where I would expect her to be.”
   “Maybe she’s playing hide-and-seek,” said Frank’s sister, Stella.
   “I don’t think so,” said Mrs. Watson. “At least, I’ve never known her to do such a thing.”
   Still, in the spirit of a potential game of hide-and-seek, Mrs. Watson went up and down Deckawoo Drive. She looked under cars and searched behind trees. She peeped into garages and lifted the lid on garbage cans.
   Not that Mercy would hide in a garbage can. She was not that kind of pig.
   What kind of pig was she?
   Well, she was the kind of pig who liked to eat toast with a great deal of butter on it.
   Oh, toast with a great deal of butter!
   The comfort of it! The warmth of it!
   Mrs. Watson felt a sudden overwhelming urge to make toast even though there was no Mercy to make it for.
   “Mercy?” she called. “My darling? My dear?”
   Mrs. Watson returned to 54 Deckawoo Drive with dread in her heart. What had started as a pebble of worry was turning into a boulder of despair.
   Mercy lent weight and shape and wonder to all of Mrs. Watson’s days.
   Life without her was unimaginable.

Editorial Reviews

As always DiCamillo never lets her audience's age keep her from using (and subtly explaining) the perfect word: Eugenia exhibits schadenfreude at Mercy's apparent demise, and the smell of butter is ubiquitous in the Butter Barrel candy factory. Van Dusen's stylized, gouache artwork plays upon the story's inherent humor and quirky characters. . . As the final book in the beloved Mercy Watson universe, this will lure fans like a certain pig sniffing out buttered toast.
—Booklist (starred review)

Whether this is their first "Mercy Watson" book or their last, readers will be drawn into the mystery from page one and be eager to find out who discovers Mercy’s whereabouts. A ­delightful conclusion to this chapter ­series.
—School Library Journal

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