Timmy Failure: Now Look What You've Done
Stephan Pastis
Language: English
Pages: 304
ISBN: 0763680141
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
The clueless, comically self-confident kid detective returns in a sequel to the New York Times bestseller Timmy Failure: Mistakes Were Made.
"When you lose hope, find it." —Timmy Failure
He doesn’t like to pull rank. To reveal that he’s this guy: Timmy Failure, founder, president, and CEO of the greatest detective agency in town, perhaps the nation. But he is.
And he’s about to crack the biggest case of his generation: a school competition to find a stolen globe. It’s his ticket to bringing home a $500 prize, which is guaranteed to set him up for life. But someone is clearly trying to game the system. Hoodwink. Con. Defraud. So it’s up to Timmy Failure, with the dubious help of Total, his lazy polar-bear partner, and his unlikely new ally, eccentric Great-Aunt Colander, to find a way to avenge these shenanigans. Defeat this injustice.
If he can only get his entry form in on time.
office to date. My great-aunt’s solarium. 24 It’s spacious. It has great views. And the glass offers protection. Against the wind. The bees. And the occasional flying aunt. 25 6 Spoon Rollo Anthology Flying aunts or no flying aunts, the Nunzio Benedici case will not wait. So I have traveled again to Nunzio’s house. And I’m conducting a lineup. “Stand still,” I say to Rollo Tookus. “This is official police business.” “I have a book report due,” says Rollo. “And don’t talk,”
29 “Look,” says Nunzio. “For the last time, all I know is that Spooney Spoon is missing.” “All right, all right, calm down,” I tell him. “I am calm,” he says. “You’re the one who’s sweating all over my bedroom carpet.” I laugh with confidence. “The CEO of the nation’s finest detective agency doesn’t sweat, Nunzio.” “Then what do you call that?” he says, pointing at my forehead. “Butter,” I say. “Lots and lots of butter.” 30 7 One Flew Out of the Cuckoo’s Nest Even quick-witted
business partner. And wherever he is, he is in trouble. Life-threatening trouble. 36 So I hobble toward the sound of the alert. Down a long hallway. Up a flight of stairs. Through an arched doorway. Into old Gustav’s study. Where I find this guy: Hiding from this guy: 37 Meaning that this guy: Has lost his Baggie Privileges. 38 8 When the Moon Hits Your Eye Mr. Jenkins is making an announcement. He is my teacher. But I’m not listening. Mostly because I am taping Rollo Tookus to his
obstacles around me. Such as Obstacle No. 1. That’s my mother. She’s a kind enough person. But she has her weaknesses. Like insisting I attend this place: 7 Now, school is fine for those who need it. But for those touched by greatness, it is a debilitating nuisance. Then there’s Obstacle No. 2. His name is Total. He is a fifteen-hundredpound polar bear. 8 He was raised in the Arctic. But his home melted like an ice cube in the sun. And he wandered 3,000 or so miles to my house. So I gave
FIGHT IN FRANCE!’ ” 111 My great-aunt rolls in on her Boom Boom Shoewheels. “You’re fighting in France?” she asks. “Is there no privacy in this place?” I moan. “Because if you’re fighting in France, I should go with you.” I get off my chair. “It’s from a book of speeches by Winston Churchill,” I tell her. “I found it when I locked myself in the study.” “You locked yourself in the study?” she asks. “It’s like he knew the Wedgie,” I say. “Well, if you’re fighting the Wedgie, I’m fighting the