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Zusatztext "With plenty of twists! lots of well-timed comic noises! and even a hilarious section narrated by Major Fluffy! this is sure to delight fans! while recruiting new ones. Another laugh factory between covers."— Booklist Informationen zum Autor Jon Scieszka is the first National Ambassador for Young People's Literature in the USA, named by the Library of Congress. He is the author of some of the best known and funniest books written for children and is the creator of the Trucktown series. Jon is a former school teacher and an avid promoter of literacy - particularly for boys. His website www.guyssread.com focuses on his national campaign. Jon lives with his family in Brooklyn, NY. Shane Prigmore is currently a development and story artist at Dreamworks Feature Animation and he was a principle character designer on the stop motion feature CORALINE. Shane lives in California. Klappentext Michael K.! Venus! TJ! and the SPHDZ are working hard to keep kids signing up to be Spaceheadz. But Agent Umber of the AAA (Anti Alien Agency) is relentless and the unseen leader of Spaceheadz turns out not to be who anyone expected. Illustrations. SPHDZ Book #3! Two small elves stood in line behind the red ropes outside Dunker’s Donuts on Fifth Avenue in Brooklyn. This was not as completely crazy as it might sound, because there was also a sign in the Dunker’s Donuts window that read: The two elves stood in line with the rest of the moms and dads and babies and kids waiting to tell Santa what they really wanted. The two elves wore those green elf outfits you’ve seen in cartoons and movies and cookie commercials. But the strange thing about these two elves was that one of them wore soccer cleats and the other one wore a SpongeBob SquarePants backpack . . . that was carrying another tiny, hamster-size elf. “What are you going to ask Santa to bring you, Chelsea?” the mom in front of the elves asked her daughter. “A pony,” said Chelsea, kicking her little brother. “Oooooh,” said the SpongeBob-backpack elf. “More flavor! I’m going to add a pony to our list.” “We are already asking Santa for one hundred more SPHDZ,” said soccer-cleats elf. “Can he also fit two ponies in his flying-sled delivery system?” “Eeek squeak squeak eeek,” said hamster elf. “Squeee week wee eek.” “Great whole-grain jingle bells!” said soccer-cleats elf. “This Santa Claus is super-size and great taste!” “Eee eee eee eeek?” asked hamster elf. “Yes,” said backpack elf. “That is a most extra-crunchy idea. I will send a visual image of us to Michael K. and Venus.” “Ho, ho, ho,” said the suspiciously skinny-looking Santa in the Holidayz HoHoHoles Korner of the Dunker’s Donuts. “I don’t think Santa will be able to get you a real F-18 Hornet fighter jet.” The little boy in Santa’s lap punched Santa in his red velvet stomach and pulled Santa’s white beard down under his chin. “You are a stupid Santa.” The backpack elf held a camera out at arm’s length. “Squeeek,” said the hamster elf. The elves twisted their faces into something like smiles. The hamster elf nodded. The camera took a picture. “Come on, Jackson,” said the little boy’s mom. “We will go talk to Santa’s manager about this.” The dad took Jackson’s hand and glared at Santa. “I can’t believe I had to buy a dozen Holidayz HoHoHoles for this. All you had to do was say ‘Okay.’?” “I could look into procure...
