Super Goofballs, Book 4: Attack of the 50-Foot Alien Creep-oids!

145 Pages·2007·11.6 MB·English

by  Peter Hannan

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Written and Illustrated by
Peter Hannan
This book is dedicated with love to my parents,who
cheered on a goofball,and to my parents-in-law,who
took in a goofball as one of their own.
Table of
CONTENTS
Chapter 1: Sleepless in Gritty City 1
Chapter 2: Sweet and Creepy 6
Chapter 3: Jealousy Is the Worst Policy 9
Chapter 4: Another Fine Mess 12
Chapter 5: Blame Game 17
Chapter 6: Blunder Nut 19
Chapter 7: Trouble on the Line 24
Chapter 8: Goofballs in Action 27
Chapter 9: Clear as Mud 30
Chapter 10: Crime After Crime 34
Chapter 11: Hard Time in Blunderland 38
Chapter 12: Alien Home Invasion 42
Chapter 13: A Highly Unlikely Story 44
Chapter 14: Blunder Gone Bad 48
Chapter 15: Think Like a Cockroach 51
Chapter 16: What’s in Store? 54
Chapter 17: The Power of the Scribble 57
Chapter 18: Granny Watch 62
Chapter 19: And to Think That We Built
It at Mulberry and Melrose 66
Chapter 20: Blunder Gone Badder 68
Chapter 21: Scaredydog 71
Chapter 22: Many Hands Make Sloppy Work 72
Chapter 23: Blunder Sees the Error of
His Ways 74
Chapter 24: Move Along, Nothing to
See Here 77
Chapter 25: Secrets 78
Chapter 26: Beneath the Surface of Things 81
Chapter 27: Bigger Problems 85
Chapter 28: How Evil Can You Get? 86
Chapter 29: Eviler and Eviler 89
Chapter 30: Ready and Waiting 92
Chapter 31: Is There No End to
This Nastiness? 94
Chapter 32: Creep-oids on the Move 96
Chapter 33: Fool-Proof 98
Chapter 34: You Can’t Go Home Again
(Well, Actually You Can, But It Might
Not Be There When You Get There) 104
Chapter 35: GLAX-O-WHA? 110
Chapter 36: Bye-bye Backwardsmobile 114
Chapter 37: The Bigger They Come,
the Smaller They Fall 120
Chapter 38: Brand-New Day 126
Afterward 130
About the Author
Other Books by Peter Hannan
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Copyright
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CHAPTER 1
Sleepless in Gritty City
T
here 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 base-
ment, Blunder
Mutt had been
growling and pound-
ing on his snare drum
with his face, at a rate of thirty
beats per minute—for seven
hours. That’s twelve thou-
sand,six hundred beats.
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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 room-
mates, 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 more
complicated than one), the Frankenstein Punster
(monstrous super punner), T-Tex3000 (tiny and crazy
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