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Informationen zum Autor George Lopez ’s multifaceted career encompasses television, film, standup comedy, and late-night programs. He currently stars in and executive produces the NBC sitcom Lopez vs. Lopez , and can also be seen in his Netflix original comedy special, We’ll Do It for Half . His autobiography Why You Crying? was a New York Times bestseller. He has received a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame and was named one of the 25 Most Influential Hispanics in America by TIME magazine, and one of the Top Ten Favorite Television Personalities by The Harris Poll. ChupaCarter is his first series for children. Visit him online at GeorgeLopez.com Ryan Calejo is an award-winning author born and raised in south Florida. His critically acclaimed Charlie Hernández series has been featured in half a dozen state reading lists and is a two-time gold medal winner of the Florida Book Awards. Follow him on Twitter and Instagram @RyanCalejo. Santy Gutiérrez grew up in Vigo and now lives in Corunna (La Coruña), both seaside cities in Spain. In his career, he has won acclaim as the Best Spanish Young Editorial Cartoonist and Best Galician Caricaturist, and he founded the BAOBAB Studio Artists' Collective. His wife and son are his personal inspirations. Follow him on Instagram @SantyGutierrez_Art. Klappentext When Ernie's dad is accused of stealing artifacts related to the legendary El Dorado gold, Jorge and his friends set out to clear his name and run into a fiendish ring of thieves along the way. Leseprobe CHAPTER 1 “Hold up!” I lowered the junky old metal detector and turned to Ernie in surprise. “Are you talking about the El Dorado?” Ernie looked at me like I’d sat on his last Twinkie. “Uh, hello ? Earth to Jorge! What do you think I’ve been talking about this whole time?” “Honestly? I have no idea,” I confessed. “I sort of tune you out when you start babbling about Star Trek or ancient history.” The three of us—that’s me, Ernie, and Liza—were prowling around the outskirts of Ernie’s parents’ sprawling fifteen-acre ranch, on the hunt for hidden treasure. But so far, we’d done an awful lot of hunting and very little finding . A few yards away, Liza, who was passing a cracked, not-so-magical metal-detecting wand over a clump of deer grass, grinned at me like, You’re too much, Jorge. “I’m not kidding,” I said, wiping sweat off my face. “History makes me sleepy. I mean, you’ve seen what happens in Mrs. Green’s class when she starts talking about the Industrial Revolution. It knocks me right out!” “Well, he’s not lying,” she told Ernie. “I’ve had to poke him awake five classes in a row now.” “That was YOU?!” I shouted. “Liza, how could you do that? I’m a growing boy! You could throw my entire sleep cycle out of whack!” Sighing, Liza showed me the bottoms of her eyeballs, then turned her attention back to the patch of scraggly grass. “If you want to count sheep in class,” she said with a hint of annoyance, “then I suggest you join the kindergartners after lunch . . .” “I already tried that!” I admitted. “But Mrs. Herrera told me I was too big for the blankets they hand out!” “I sincerely hope you’re joking, Jorge.” I wasn’t. But she didn’t need to know that. Behind us, the fiery face of a blazing New Mexican sun was glaring down from above the pointy peaks of pine trees. Squinting against the glare, I turned back to Ernie, who was busy hunting for a mythical city of gold underneath a tiny clump of red-and-white mushroom caps. “Anyway, let me get this straight,” I said. “You were actually expecting to find El Dorado five minutes from your house?” Not that it would’ve surprised me much with my boy Ernie. Over the last couple of weeks, the kid had becometotally obsessed with that silly legend. I mean, it was getting almost as bad ...
