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Informationen zum Autor Franklin W. Dixon is the author of the ever-popular Hardy Boys books. Scott Burroughs started his career at Disney and has illustrated everything from children's books to advertisements and editorials. He is also the published author of several children's books. He lives in Denver, Colorado, with his wife and sons. Klappentext Frank and Joe are excited to learn that Thrill Kingdom! their local amusement park! is having a contest for kids to design a brand-new ride. And they're even more excited that their friend Phil is entering! But on the day of the contest! someone ruins Phil's roller coaster contest entry. Illustrations. The Great Coaster Caper 1 Buccaneer Bullies Eight-year-old Joe Hardy gulped as the cage door snapped shut. It wasn’t the cage of a snarling tiger or a wild gorilla. It was worse—much worse! Joe was locked inside the Tarantula, the scariest, most extreme ride at the thrill park! “What am I doing here?” Joe shouted. He had always avoided the Tarantula like cooties. Joe’s nine-year-old brother, Frank, sat across from him inside the cage. “You’re not wimping out, are you, Joe?” Frank asked with a smirk. Joe gripped the safety bar so tightly he thought his knuckles would crack! “No way!” he squeaked. “Bring it!” Joe’s stomach dropped as the cage lifted off the ground. He squeezed his eyes shut. This was it … until he felt the steely black cage jerk to a stop. Did the ride break down? Joe wondered hopefully. No such luck. In a flash the cage began spinning until everything around Joe was one big dizzying blur! “Whoooaaaaaa!” Joe cried through rattling teeth. “Hold on, bro!” Frank laughed. “We’re going to flip!” Flip? “Why did I let you talk me into this ride, Frank Hardy?” Joe yelled. “I must have been craaaaaaazy—” “Joe? Joe?” Frank’s voice cut in. “Joe, wake up!” Joe’s eyes snapped open. He turned his head to see Frank hanging upside down—from his top bunk, not inside a cage! With a sigh Joe let his head fall back on his pillow. The terrifying Tarantula ride was only a dream. Or nightmare! “That must have been some dream,” Frank said, flipping down to the floor. “What was it about?” Joe kept his mouth shut. He had been scared of the Tarantula ride at the Thrill Kingdom amusement park since he was a really little kid. Frank would just tease him like he did all the time. “Um … I had this dream about zombies, Frank!” Joe said, climbing out of bed. “Seven-foot zombies chasing me all through Bayport.” “Zombies, huh?” Frank said. “You don’t think it had something do with Phil’s Zooming Zombie Coaster? And the contest today?” Joe smiled at the thought of the contest at Thrill Kingdom. It was a cool contest just for kids. The rules were to design and build a miniature thrill ride. Not only would the winner get free ride passes for the rest of the summer—his or her ride would replace the old fun house, Buccaneer Cove! “Phil has got to win first prize,” Frank said. He pulled a neatly folded polo shirt from his dresser drawer. “It’s totally sweet!” “Because we helped,” Joe said. He grabbed a wrinkled T-shirt draped over a chair. “You helped Phil glue Popsicle sticks to make the tracks. And I ate the Popsicles.” To prove it, Joe stuck out his tongue. Even though he had brushed his teeth after eating the last pop the night before, his tongue was still streaked ...
