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Informationen zum Autor Henry Winkler is an actor, producer, and director, and he speaks publicly all over the world. In addition, he has a star on Hollywood Boulevard, was presented with the Order of the British Empire by the Queen of England, and the jacket he wore as the Fonz hangs in the Smithsonian Museum in Washington, DC. But if you ask him what he is proudest of, he would say, "Writing the Hank Zipzer books with my partner, Lin Oliver." He lives in Los Angeles with his wife, Stacey. They have three children named Jed, Zoe, and Max. Lin Oliver is a writer and producer of movies, books, and television series for children and families. She has written more than twenty-five novels for children, and one hundred episodes of television. She is cofounder and executive director of the Society of Children's Book Writers and Illustrators, an international organization of twenty thousand authors and illustrators of children's books. Klappentext Hank is back and gets to work in the ninth book in the series-this time! he finds himself in quite the pickle! When Hank goes with his mom to her deli for Take Your Child to Work Day! he learns that he doesn't have the greatest talent as a deli worker. He messes up all the sandwiches and has to deal with one very unsatisfied customer-his arch-rival! Nick McKelty! So when an important order comes in! Hank only has one chance to get it right! or the eggs won't be the only things that are fried! Chapter 1 “Remember, everyone, tomorrow is Take Your Child to Work Day,” Ms. Flowers said to us after recess. “Who’s happy about that?” Before I even thought about it, my hand shot up in the air. “Would you like to tell us why, Hank?” she asked with that nice smile of hers. “I’m happy because it means that we won’t have a spelling test,” I answered. “Which is great for me because I’m having trouble with the word window . I can only remember the first three letters, which are W-I-N. Win.” “That’s a word that has nothing to do with you, Zipper Teeth,” Nick McKelty snarled. “Because you are a total loser.” “Nick!” Ms. Flowers said. “We don’t insult one another in this class. Now, tell me what your plans are for Friday.” “My dad’s taking me to work at his new bowling alley,” McKelty said proudly. “Are they going to use your head to knock down the pins?” I asked. The class laughed. That felt good to me, but not to Ms. Flowers. “Hank, did you hear what I just said to Nick? We don’t insult people in this class.” “My brain knows that, but my tongue forgot,” I explained. The class laughed out loud again. “Well, next time, have a talk with your tongue before you let it loose,” she said. I have to admit, Ms. Flowers can be pretty funny herself. “Anyone else want to share what they’re doing for Take Your Child to Work Day?” she asked. She was kind of looking at me when she asked that. Please don’t call on me, I thought to myself. Call on anyone else but me . I don’t have an answer to that question. “Hank,” Ms. Flowers asked, “what are your plans?” The truth was, I didn’t have any yet. I had tried to make plans. Actually, what I made was half a plan. I had asked my dad if I could go with him to work. He said that would be weird, since he works at the dining-room table, which is only about twenty steps from my bedroom. I wouldn’t even have to get out of my pajamas. So then I decided that I would ask my mom if I could go work at her deli, the Crunchy Pickle. But then, as always, my brain forgot to ask her the question. Ms. Flowers was still standing there, waiting for my answer. “My plans are a surprise,” I said. What I didn’t say was that they were going to be a surprise even to me! “Oh, surpris...
