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Nick and Tesla's Super-Cyborg Gadget Glove: A Mystery with a Blinking, Beeping, Voice-Recording Gadget Glove You Can Build Yourself
     

Nick and Tesla's Super-Cyborg Gadget Glove: A Mystery with a Blinking, Beeping, Voice-Recording Gadget Glove You Can Build Yourself

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by Bob Pflugfelder, Steve Hockensmith
 

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Einstein is running amok! Darwin is losing his head! The science museum in Half Moon Bay is in big trouble because its robotic replicas of history’s greatest scientists keep going kablooey! As 11-year-old amateur inventors Nick and Tesla Holt try to uncover the cause, they’ll need to keep adding all-new gadgets to their latest

Overview

Einstein is running amok! Darwin is losing his head! The science museum in Half Moon Bay is in big trouble because its robotic replicas of history’s greatest scientists keep going kablooey! As 11-year-old amateur inventors Nick and Tesla Holt try to uncover the cause, they’ll need to keep adding all-new gadgets to their latest creation, a customized super-cyborg glove. Follow the action, and then follow the illustrated instructions to build your own gadget glove with four incredible functions: LED signal light, emergency alarm, sound recorder, and UV secret-message revealer!

Editorial Reviews

From the Publisher
“Authors “Science Bob” Pflugfelder and Steve Hockensmith have crafted an action-filled story that pulses with kid humor.”—Georgia Times-Union
 
Praise for Nick and Tesla’s High-Voltage Danger Lab
 
Nick and Tesla’s High-Voltage Danger Lab has the perfect formula:  Mega-watts of funny writing plus giga-hertz of hands-on science equals fun to the billionth power!”—Chris Grabenstein, New York Times best selling author of Escape from Mr. Lemoncello’s Library
 
“Real project blueprints are included along with this tale of 11-year-old siblings who create outrageous contraptions and top-secret gadgets.”—Los Angeles Times
 
“...the combination of exciting elements and innovative DIY projects in action yields a guaranteed pager turner.”—ScienceBuddies.org
 
[Nick and Tesla's High-Voltage Danger Lab is] a great way to show kids that problems can often be solved by applying a bit of creative energy with some tech know-how. And Nick and Tesla (and Uncle Newt) are the perfect companions for your young reader looking for some (safe) adventures.”—Geek Dad
 
“A mystery, adventure, and activity book all rolled into one entertaining story....Plenty of excitement, with science.”—Common Sense Media
 
“Part mystery, part mad science...the story will leave readers wondering what mayhem will be forthcoming.”—School Library Journal
 
“...a strong start...”—Publishers Weekly
 
“How do you connect students interested in STEM (science, technology, engineering, mathematics) with fiction reading? Look for science adventures. Get started with the NICK AND TESLA series. Each book contains an engaging adventure revolving around a “build-it-yourself” science project.”—Teacher Librarian
 
“Engaging characters and brisk plotting make this a fun and educational read.”—Jennifer Ouellette, author of The Calculus Diaries and The Physics of the Buffyverse
 
“A promising first offer in a series that offers plenty of appeal for middle-grade and middle school readers.­”—Kirkus
  
“Suspenseful, funny, and loaded with do-it-yourself robots, rockets, and burglar alarms. Nick and Tesla are an unforgettable new detective team, sure to inspire an entirely new generation of scientists and readers. Can’t wait for the next book!”—Amy Herrick, author of The Time Fetch
 
“A book with action, adventure, mystery, humor -- and instructions on how to build rockets and robots.  What more could young readers possibly want?  'Nick & Tesla' is a great book that will keep your kids enthralled with its intriguing story -- and inspire them with its clever science experiments.  I can't wait for the further adventures of these fascinating characters.”—Stuart Gibbs, Edgar-nominated author of Spy School and Belly Up
 
“I love the book! It combines science, intrigue and great fiction together in a wild ride for the reader. Nothing tickles me more than seeing a story really charged up with science. And the projects are so much fun! More please!”—Lynn Brunelle, four-time Emmy Award–winning writer for “Bill Nye the Science Guy” and the author of Pop Bottle Science
 
“What kid wouldn't want to join Nick and Tesla and their wacky family? This is a great way for budding scientists to have fun while exploring the intricacies of physics, chemistry, and more--up close, personal, and hands-on!”—Jane Hammerslough, author of Owl Puke: The Book and Dino Poop: And Other Remarkable Remains of the Past
 
“Pflugfelder and Hockensmith debut a captivating series about crime-solving kid inventors in the spirit of Tom Swift and Alvin Fernald. But Nick and Tesla give us what their literary predecessors always omitted: blueprints for whiz-bang inventions that kids can actually build themselves (with some adult assistance). Electromagnets, tracking devices, rockets and the like. Hands-on science has never been so cool.”—Joseph D'Agnese, author of Blockhead: The Life of Fibonacci
School Library Journal
09/01/2014
Gr 3–6—Science-loving and mystery-solving twins, Tesla and Nick Holt, are back for their fourth adventure and getting closer to uncovering the truth behind their parents' secret project. In previous adventures, the twins have thwarted kidnappers, thieves, and spies, all while realizing that their parents are not working on soybean irrigation in Uzbekistan. In this installment, their Uncle Newt and his "kinda-sorta girlfriend" and robotics expert, Hiroko Sakuri, have been asked to help rebuild an animatronic exhibit for the refurbishing of a science museum in Northern California. But, as Tesla soon posits, someone is trying to sabotage the grand reopening. The hallmarks of the series—instructions for gadgets kids can build, an eccentric uncle, bumbling adults, and a few red herrings—are all here, but this latest chapter introduces new depths. For instance, Tesla, always quick to seek out dangerous projects to keep her mind off her missing parents, starts to wonder if her hastiness is putting her brother and friends into jeopardy far too often. And Uncle Newt comes to understand he must be more than just a babysitter; he genuinely worries about how he's supposed to care for the kids. Authors Pflugfelder and Hockensmith are improving the series with each outing.—Marie Drucker, Malverne Public Library, NY

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781594747298
Publisher:
Quirk Publishing
Publication date:
10/07/2014
Series:
Nick and Tesla Series , #4
Pages:
272
Sales rank:
588,150
Product dimensions:
5.10(w) x 7.50(h) x 0.90(d)
Lexile:
740L (what's this?)
Age Range:
9 - 12 Years

Read an Excerpt

“Has anyone seen Tesla’s head?” Hiroko asked.
      Nick Holt turned and stared at her in surprise.
      “It’s not here?” he asked Hiroko.
      “Uncle Newt had it just a minute ago.”
      Nick’s uncle Newt was hunched over Tesla’s hands, which lay palms up on the portable work bench in front of him.
      “I did?” he said.
      “Yeah. You had it tucked under your arm when you went to get a soda.” It was Tesla Holt, Nick’s twin sister, who answered this time. She said the words with her mouth, which was on her face, which was on her head. Which was attached to her neck.
      Her arms still had hands on them, too.
      Which meant it was the other Tesla in the room who was missing hands and a head. The animatronic Tesla, made to look like famous inventor Nikola Tesla. Of course, lacking his head and hands, he didn’t look much like Nikola Tesla at the moment.
      “Uh-oh,” said Nick, whose full name was Nikola Copernicus Holt.
      He and his twin sister, Tesla, each shared part of Nikola Tesla’s name thanks to a family tradition handed down to their father, Albert Einstein Holt, from his father, Thomas Edison Holt.
      “Why uh-oh?” asked Uncle Newt, a.k.a. Newton Galileo Holt.
      Nick and Tesla didn’t answer their uncle’s question. They were already bolting for the nearest exit.
They had a pretty good idea where animatronic Nikola Tesla’s head had ended up—and why it would be a really good idea to retrieve it as soon as possible.
      “Do you realize,” Nick gasped to his sister as the two of them dashed toward the far end of the Hall of Science, “that we weren’t even supposed to be here today?” They passed Marie Curie sitting behind the wheel of one of the field hospital X-ray trucks she created to help wounded soldiers during World War I. “Uncle Newt and Hiroko finished their work two days ago.”
      Which was true. Their uncle and his kinda-sorta girlfriend Hiroko Sakurai were both robotics experts, and they’d been hired to save the exhibition after delays and malfunctions resulted in the firing of the original designer. The day before yesterday it seemed as though the job was all wrapped up.
      “Well,” Tesla said to her brother, “who did you expect the museum director to call this morning when she found out that Nikola Tesla’s head was loose?” The pair slowed a bit to loop around René Descartes, who was lying in bed looking up at the fly that would inspire him to create the Cartesian coordinate system. “Plus, Charles Darwin had fallen over and crushed that flock of blue-footed boobies.” She meant models of blue-footed boobies . . . blue-footed boobies being a species of seabird native to the South Pacific. “I mean, tonight’s the museum’s grand reopening!” Nick and Tesla skidded into a right turn past Percy Spencer, who was staring in wonderment at a glob of gooey chocolate, the first in the world to be melted by microwaves.
      These were animatronic versions of famous scientists—manikins, basically, that were silent and motionless at the moment. But this very night they would move and speak thanks to computer-controlled mechanisms built inside them. Because tonight was the grand reopening of the Northern California Museum of Science, Industry, and Technology, which had been christened with a brand-new name: The X-Treme Learnasium. And the museum’s centerpiece would be the Hall of Genius, where visitors could see and hear lifelike animatronic recreations of history’s greatest thinkers.
      Assuming the machines actually worked.
      “I was hoping we’d be able to help,” Nick answered glumly. Up ahead was Albert Einstein, posed in front of a chalkboard and writing his famous equation E = mc2. Nick and Tesla both loved science and building things, but the animatronics were far too complex for them to work on. “All we’ve been able to do so far,” Nick continued as they rounded the Einstein display, “is sweep up booby feathers.”
      The unmarked rear exit of the Hall of Science was hidden behind Einstein’s chalkboard. The duo pushed open the door and burst through. “We are helping,” Tesla told Nick. “We’re going to rescue somebody from a heart attack.”
      On the other side of the doorway Nick and Tesla found themselves in the bright, white-walled, maze-like corridors that connected the exhibit galleries with the museum’s offices, workshops, and storage rooms.
      Tesla turned left, sprinted a few steps, and then suddenly spun on her heel and headed in the opposite direction.
      “This way!” she said.
      “Umm . . . ,” Nick replied as he followed her.
      A scream echoed down the hall from somewhere behind them.
      “You were right the first time,” Nick said.
      Tesla whirled around again.
      “Okay, then,” she said. “This way!
      A few seconds later, after a right turn, a left turn, and a quick turnaround at a dead end, Nick and Tesla finally made it to their destination: the museum’s small and cramped staff lunch room. There was just one table, and one counter, and one microwave, and one refrigerator.
      And one woman, who was standing in front of the open fridge and staring down at something nestled between a six-pack of soda cans and some Tupperware.
      The woman turned. “Nikola Tesla’s head,” she growled. “In the fridge, next to my tarragon chicken salad.”
      “Wow, impressive! You recognized him!” Nick said, smiling feebly.
      He didn’t get a smile in return, feeble or otherwise. Which didn’t come as a surprise.
      The woman was Ellen Wharton-Wheeler, the museum’s chief curator. When Nick and Tesla met her briefly earlier that morning, her only response to Uncle Newt’s introduction had been a clipped “This isn’t an amusement park, no matter what certain people seem to think.”
      “She’s not a fan of the Hall of Genius,” Hiroko had whispered as the woman stomped off.
      “She doesn’t seem like a fan of people,” Nick had whispered back.
      Now Ellen Wharton-Wheeler was frowning at Nick and Tesla as though they didn’t even qualify as people. She seemed to consider them more like cockroaches—nasty little intruders sullying her pristine and perfect world.
      “Is this some kind of practical joke?” she snapped at the kids. She was a tall, husky, imposing woman.
And now she was holding the phony head of Nikola
Tesla as if she was about to pelt Nick and Tesla with it, dodgeball-style.
      “Oh, no!” Nick replied. “It was just an accident!”
      “Our uncle had it with him when he came to get a soda out of the refrigerator,” Tesla added. “And . . . well . . . he’s really forgetful. Last week he—” Tesla was about to describe the time Uncle Newt absentmindedly swapped a container of ice cream for a beaker of sulfuric acid, resulting in a freezer full of half-dissolved cardboard and liquefied Hot Pockets.
But before she could, two boys came charging into the room. One was short and slim, the other tall and beefy.
      “Has it started? Has it started?” asked the bigger one. It was Nick and Tesla’s friend Silas.
      The smaller of the two boys—their friend De-Marco—pointed at the head in Wharton-Wheeler’s hands.
      “Whoa! You were right, Silas! They already had to kill one!”
      “I told you it was just a matter of time,” Silas replied. Then he peered anxiously over his shoulder. “Are there more?”
      “What is he talking about?” Wharton-Wheeler asked. She directed the question at Nick and Tesla, as if they’d suddenly been upgraded. Maybe they were cockroaches, but at least they weren’t crazy.
      “I’m sorry, ma’am. This is all just a big misunderstanding,” Nick said because he really didn’t want to explain what Silas and DeMarco were talking about.
      All day, Silas had been insisting that the animatronic figures in the Hall of Genius were robots.
Which meant that sooner or later, he believed, they’d do what robots inevitably do: rise up, destroy their human masters, and take over the world.
      Silas read a lot of comic books. In fact, his father owned a comic-book store.
      “If you’ll just give us the head,” Tesla said, “we’ll get out of your hair.”
      Wharton-Wheeler squinted as if trying to decide whether they were pulling a prank. But after ten seconds or so, she seemed to decide she didn’t care.
      She tossed Nikola Tesla’s head across the room.
      “Oooh, yikes! Fragile!” Nick squeaked.
Fortunately, she was throwing the head into the outstretched arms of Tesla Holt, where it landed safe and sound.
      “Go on,” Wharton-Wheeler said, “take that back to your uncle. At least Nikola Tesla will have a good head on his shoulders, even if no one else around here does.”
      “What do you have against our uncle?” Tesla asked her.
      It was then that the curator’s cold expression warmed, if just the teeniest bit. She still looked frosty, though.
      “I don’t have anything against your uncle,” she said. “I wouldn’t even have anything against what he’s doing . . . if he were doing it at a county fair.
That’s a funhouse he’s working on. What used to be a serious, respectable museum is being turned into a tacky tourist trap, and I for one am not going to stand silently by while a once-great institution is—”
      As she spoke the volume of her voice had been rising, rising, rising, but she cut herself off just before reaching shriek levels. Then she took a deep breath and patted down her short graying hair, even though it wasn’t mussed.
      “Oh, well,” she continued, calmly. “At least my new exhibit is ready on time. Which means I don’t have to sit here eating chicken salad if I don’t want to. And suddenly, I don’t want to. I’m going out for lunch.”
      She closed the refrigerator and started strutting so briskly toward the door that Silas and DeMarco had to jump out of the way or risk being bowled over. 
      “Wow, lady,” DeMarco said once she was gone. “Tell us what you really think.”
      Silas shook his head. “How could anyone hate robots that much? They’re probably gonna destroy the human race and all, but they’re still cool.”
      “Where have you two been?” Nick asked his friends. “You went to the bathroom half an hour ago.”
      DeMarco and Silas answered at the same time:
      “We got lost we were exploring!”
      Nick assumed they were both telling the truth—they probably got lost and then used that as an excuse to poke around. Silas and DeMarco weren’t as interested in science and gadgetry as Nick and Tesla were. They were more interested in finding innovative new uses for firecrackers and restaging ill-advised stunts they’d seen on YouTube. The two of them had only tagged along to the museum because DeMarco’s little sisters were making him miserable and Silas wanted a front-row seat for the beginning of what he called “Robo-geddon.” After a couple hours in the Hall of Genius with no robot rebellion to battle, the two boys had grown very, very bored.
      “Well, don’t go wandering off again,” Nick lectured them. “Uncle Newt may have gotten permission for us to hang with him today, but certain people probably wouldn’t mind having us thrown out.”
      “Oh? Like who?” asked Silas.
      Nick jerked a thumb at the door. “Uh, like maybe the woman who was just ranting about Uncle
Newt’s ‘funhouse’?”
      “Oh, yeah,” said Silas. “Her.”
      “Come on,” Tesla said, starting toward the hall. “We’ve gotta get this head back to the Hall of Genius.”
      She stepped out into the corridor and took a quick left.
      “This way,” she said.
      “Umm . . . ,” said Nick.
      After a few more steps, Tesla turned around.
      “Right,” she said. “This way.
      They continued for a bit and then Tesla led the boys around a corner, nearly walking right into another person.
      “Whoa!” she blurted out, stopping suddenly in her tracks. She was hugging the Tesla head tightly so that it wouldn’t drop. Her sudden stop caused
Nick to nearly collide with her, which in turn caused DeMarco to nearly collide with Nick. Silas had been trailing farther behind, half-expecting they’d all have to change direction again, so he was in no danger of colliding with anyone.
      When all the kids had regained their footing, they found themselves facing a squat, dark-haired, broad-chested man wearing a loose-fitting purple muscle shirt and acid-washed jeans. His arms and chest bulged with veiny muscles, which were so huge he looked like an overinflated balloon animal.
The museum, or at least the exhibition space, was mostly deserted while final preparations were being made for the reopening, so the kids had seen only a few people on the premises. None of them had looked anything like this guy.
      The stranger gaped in disbelief at the head in Tesla’s hands, but only for a second. His confused expression quickly changed to one of glee.
      “All right, punks,” he snarled through a barely suppressed smirk. “Drop the head, and nobody gets hurt!”

Meet the Author

“Science Bob” Pflugfelder is an elementary school teacher based in Newton, Massachusetts. Steve Hockensmith writes mysteries in Alameda, California. Their previous collaborations include Nick and Tesla's High-Voltage Danger LabNick and Tesla's Robot Army Rampage, and Nick and Tesla's Secret Agent Gadget Battle.

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Nick and Tesla's Super-Cyborg Gadget Glove: A Mystery with a Blinking, Beeping, Voice-Recording Gadget Glove You Can Build Yourself 4.7 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 3 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Funny and amusing great pictures and good story
BooksAplenty More than 1 year ago
Creative, Fun, and Entertaining This 4th installment of the series centers on a science museum that seems to be being sabotaged from within. Using science and invention, Nick and Tesla must find the culprit and save the museum. I just love these mysteries. All of the standards are there: central puzzle, clues, suspects, and daring attempts to get evidence. In addition, all the Nick and Tesla books add humor, science, and inventions you can build at home. I really enjoyed this one because there was even more humor than in the other three. This time most of it was provided by Nick and Tesla's best friends and some of the museum staff like an owl mascot and an IT man obsessed with his rock band. In previous books, I didn't like that a lot of the humor came from their uncle's science mishaps and lack of social skills. However, the authors have Uncle Newt a more positive light, but still quirky. A terrific change! I also like how the Nick and Tesla books emphasize that both being smart and doing science/engineering are cool. Preach! Overall, I really enjoyed this book. My only concern is how my students will handle so many references to historical figures and scientific history since they won't recognize much of it.   **This book was provided by the publisher in exchange for an honest review**
Carstairs38 More than 1 year ago
Rampaging Animatronics Nick, Tesla, and their friends DeMarco and Silas are spending the day at the X-Treme Learnasium.  The science museum in town is holding a grand reopening that night as they rebrand themselves and open all new exhibits.  One of those is the Hall of Genius featuring animatronics of many famous scientists.  Nick and Tesla’s uncle is trying to do the last minute things to make sure these figures are all ready for the opening. However, a test run results in the figures going haywire.  Tesla is certain is was sabotage and leads Nick and their friends on a quest to figure out what is happening while Uncle Newt tries to repair the figures in time.  Who would want to see the new learnasium fail?  Will the exhibit be ready in time? This was another fun book that fans of the series will race through.  I sure did.  The plot is fun and fast moving with plenty of twists to keep you turning pages.  The new director of the learnasium kept making me laugh out loud with her dialogue.  Plus the gadget glove instructions absolutely look like fun. I also got a special thrill when I discovered that one of the suspects was named Mark Carstairs (Carstairs being the name I use on line including at my blog).  I smiled every time this character was mentioned.  I just wish he’d been around more. These books are light, fun mysteries I would have loved reading as a kid.  Heck, I’m enjoying reading them as an adult.  If you enjoy a good mystery and/or science, be sure to give them a try.