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Zusatztext "The book is filled with scientific information! humor! and an appropriate amount of noxious gasses." Informationen zum Autor Stuart Gibbs is the New York Times bestselling author of the Charlie Thorne series, FunJungle series, Moon Base Alpha series, Once Upon a Tim series, and Spy School series. He has written screenplays, worked on a whole bunch of animated films, developed TV shows, been a newspaper columnist, and researched capybaras. Stuart lives with his family in Los Angeles. You can learn more about what he’s up to at StuartGibbs.com. Klappentext In 2041 twelve-year-old Dashiell Gibson's a resident of Moon Base Alpha, and at the moment he's faced with a number of problems: coping with the nasty Sjoberg twins, finding out how the commander of the base has managed to disappear from a facility no bigger than a soccer field, and dealing with the alien Zan, who communicates with him telepathically from afar--and who's hiding a secret which may threaten the whole Earth. Leseprobe Spaced Out EXTRATERRESTRIAL MOVIE NIGHT Earth year 2041 Lunar day 216 Bedtime If I hadn’t made the mistake of showing Star Wars to an alien life form, I never would have ended up fighting Patton Sjoberg with the space toilet. But then, being friends with an alien had been one problem after another. It was far more difficult than I had ever imagined. For starters, there was no end of things I had to explain. Every single aspect of my life was strange and unusual to Zan Perfonic. She wanted to know the reasons for everything I did. But it turns out, there’s not much reason behind half the things we humans do. For example, blessing someone after they sneeze. One day, Zan overheard me do this for my sister, and later she asked why I’d said it. I had to think for a moment before admitting, “I have no idea. It’s just something we humans do. It’s supposed to be good manners.” “Like when you use napkins to blot partially eaten food off your faces?” “Kind of.” “What does ‘bless you’ mean?” “Um . . . that you want good things to happen for someone. I think.” “So every time someone involuntarily blasts snot out of their nose, you humans tell them you want good things to happen to them?” “Er . . . yes.” “Do you say ‘bless you’ for other involuntary actions? Like when someone burps?” “No.” “Or farts?” “Definitely not.” “Why not?” “I guess because farting is considered rude.” “And yet, is also considered funny?” “Not by everyone.” “Your sister seems to think it’s funny.” “Well, she’s six.” “Your father does too. He’s not six.” “Good point.” “So why do some people find involuntary emissions of noxious gases from their rectums funny while other people find it rude?” “I don’t know.” “Do you think it has something to do with the sound?” It went on like that for twenty minutes, with Zan asking me to try to explain everything from whoopee cushions to “pull my finger” until I was mentally exhausted. For this reason, I’d taken to showing Zan movies whenever I could. They made life easier. I’d used them to help explain everything from dinosaurs to World War II to professional sports. I know I sound like a crazy person with all this talking-to-an-alien stuff. Like the kind of lunatic who stumbles through the streets babbling gibberish and wearing a tinfoil hat. But I’m not crazy. My name’s Dashiell Gibson and I’m a totally sane twelve-year-old boy who happens to live on the moon. You’ve probably heard of me. All of us up here are pretty famous, seeing as we’re the first families to colonize someplace that isn’t earth....
