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This Gum for Hire A Chet Gecko Mystery [Paperback]

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  • Category: Books (Juvenile Fiction)
  • Author:  Hale, Bruce
  • Author:  Hale, Bruce
  • ISBN-10:  0152024972
  • ISBN-10:  0152024972
  • ISBN-13:  9780152024970
  • ISBN-13:  9780152024970
  • Publisher:  HMH Books for Young Readers
  • Publisher:  HMH Books for Young Readers
  • Pages:  144
  • Pages:  144
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Pub Date:  01-Jun-2003
  • Pub Date:  01-Jun-2003
  • Item ID: 100436669
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Kidnapped! One by one, the members of Emerson Hicky's football team are disappearing. As far as Chet Gecko is concerned, this is a cause for celebration.
Only trouble is that Chet's old nemesis, Herman the Gila Monster, is the number one suspect, and he wants Chet to clear his (not quite) good name.
Chet and his mockingbird partner, Natalie Attired, must solve the case fast, or Herman will make sure it's their last. But which is more dangerous--Herman . . . or P.E. class?
Chet Gecko--gumshoe, smart aleck . . .football player?!? Nowthere'sa mystery.
Chet's sixth case in paperback!
BRUCE HALEis the author of five picture books as well as the Chet Gecko mysteries. A popular speaker, teacher, and storyteller for children and adults, he was awarded a Fulbright grant in 1998 to teach storytelling and to study folklore in Thailand. He lives in Santa Barbara, California.
1

Case of the Mopey Monster

The stink alone should have tipped me off. I was taking a brain break, just swinging on the swing set, when a serious stench grabbed me in its funky blue fist.

It was strong enough to make a skunk blush.

Hmm, I thought, as I whooshed forward. Cabbage and beans for breakfast?

Right stink, wrong source.

Something snagged me in midswing— glomp!—and there I hung, stuck in the sky.

I twisted to look under the seat. An ugly mug met my gaze.

Even wrong way around, I could tell: It was Herman the Gila Monster. He wasn’t as big as Beijing, he wasn’t as mean as a six-pack of hungry sharks. But the Big Bad Wolf could’ve learned something from Herman— his breath was stinky enough to melt a brick house.

What’s up, Herman? I asked, coughing.

You, he said.

That’s Gila monls#