Swindle
Gordon Korman
Language: English
Pages: 256
ISBN: 0439903459
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
After a mean collector named Swindle cons him out of his most valuable baseball card, Griffin Bing must put together a band of misfits to break into Swindle's compound and recapture the card. There are many things standing in their way -- a menacing guard dog, a high-tech security system, a very secret hiding place, and their inability to drive -- but Griffin and his team are going to get back what's rightfully his . . . even if hijinks ensue.
This is Gordon Korman at his crowd-pleasing best, perfect for readers who like to hoot, howl, and heist.
Avenue Extension, but the old man still didn’t know the real reason Swindle had moved Luthor from store to home. Griffin was sure of it: The safe was there, with the card inside it. He grimaced. Bad enough Swindle was a security freak with an attack dog and an alarm system that had everything short of laser cannons. How were they supposed to pull off a heist under the nose of a full-time neighborhood spy? * * * WWW.ULTRATECH.USA MILITARY-CALIBER SECURITY FOR YOUR HOME Griffin leaned back from
away.” “If you’ve got nothing better to do on a holiday than hang out with Swindle,” Ben said sadly, “you’ve got nothing to be thankful for.” “This is just peachy.” Griffin moaned. “We’ve got the perfect plan and no chance to try it, because we can’t get that jerk out of the house.” “Could we try it during the day, when he’s at the store?” Savannah suggested. “I thought of that,” said Griffin. “It’s just too exposed. The ladder alone would stand out like a sore thumb.” Darren laughed out
We’ll be harnessed, remember?” “I’m afraid I’ll fall asleep,” Ben said in a sheepish voice. Griffin was beside himself. “Fall asleep? Are we boring you? The heist isn’t exciting enough to keep you awake? What more do you need? Air-raid sirens?” “Don’t make jokes! I never told anybody about this. I have narcolepsy.” “What? What’s that?” “My body has trouble regulating sleep,” Ben explained. “I might fall into a deep sleep any time of the day or night.” “But that doesn’t happen to you,”
when he realized he couldn’t move forward or backward. “I’m stuck!” he hissed. Ben grabbed him by the wrists and hauled with all his might, but Griffin remained hung up in the opening. A tremendous crash shook the structure and the very earth beneath Ben’s feet. The impact pitched Griffin out the window, sending him sprawling on top of Ben. The two scrambled up, dazed. Griffin was white with plaster dust from the waist down. “Run!” he bellowed. They fled, the sleeping bags trailing behind
Griffin was afraid to say much. What if the police had bugged their phone? “So, uh, Ben — did anything unusual happen yesterday? Any visitors at your house?” “Oh, yeah,” Ben replied nervously. “I think we all had … visitors. They talked about you a lot. The visitors, I mean. Are you all right?” “Kind of,” Griffin told him. “For now. You?” “I’m still part deaf in one ear from my mother yelling.” There was an awkward pause. “How about the apple?” Griffin subjected him to a long silence. “I