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Night Buddies Go Sky High
Night Buddies Go Sky High
Night Buddies Go Sky High
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Night Buddies Go Sky High

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Young John Degraffenreidt and his red crocodile buddy, Crosley, show up at the Pineapple Cheesecake Factory and find Big Foot Mae lying on the floor, staring up at her Great Star Puzzle on the ceiling. Crosley only wants a new supply of pineapple cheesecakes, but what Mae points to on her ceiling will start the Night Buddies on a totally new fantasy adventure.

A suspicious white dot has passed through the Corkscrew Constellation and is now moving underneath the Hound Dog Stars. Across the Borough, Crosley's brother Crenwinkle sees the same curious speck in the sky. It looks to be a long night for sleepyhead John, but thanks to the time spreader dingus with its sleep retardant setting, he gets right into their next escapade. Join the Night Buddies as they embark on another Program, this time taking them all the way into the stratosphere in their racing blimp.
LanguageEnglish
Release dateAug 8, 2017
ISBN9780984741748
Night Buddies Go Sky High
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Sands Hetherington

Sands Hetherington is a single dad, world traveler, and lifelong learner who turned his son's idea for a bedtime story into a 7-time award-winning children's book series. He enjoys writing, storytelling, and taking care of favorite 4-legged friends. Sands has an MFA in creative writing and an MA in English from UNC-Greensboro.

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    Night Buddies Go Sky High - Sands Hetherington

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    CHAPTER ONE

    "L iZARD! "

    "HiG! HiG! HiG! So who wuz yew expectin’, John Grassinreeds?"

    I reached across my bed and switched on the lamp. There was the iguana in his black undershirt, the one who parachuted out of the racing blimp. He was squatting in my open closet door.

    "How’d ya get IN here?"

    He squirted his tongue in and out: Same way I got in yore dumb blimp. Slipped in when nobody wuz lookin’.

    I sat up in bed and stared at him.

    "Why? What d’ya want? "

    Hush up, boy. I ain’t studdin’ the moles. Naw, he smirked, I come here t’ settle up.

    "Settle what up, lizard? Listen, you get outta my room right now!"

    I stood up, and as soon as I did, he reached in his pocket.

    I’m gonna paint yew green all over, banjo-eyes, jus’ lak I started to in the blimp las’ time when yew caused me t’ fall.

    The spray can came out and I reached down and grabbed a shoe.

    Hig! Hig! We circled around the room facing each other and the iguana snatched up my bed pillow.

    I don’t see but two shoes, twine-head, an’ soon as yew throws ‘em, yew’re gittin’ a fat green bee-hind!

    FZZT! He shot off a sample and shook the can.

    I threw the shoe at him as hard as I could, but he blocked it with the pillow, and I ran and grabbed the other shoe.

    Come ahead an’ throw, scamp, so we can git this over wid.

    I held onto the shoe and we kept on circling till I got to my chest of drawers. I stopped and he stopped.

    Dumb lizard, I bet ya can’t guess what I got in this middle drawer, can ya?

    Naw, he hissed. Lak I keer two hickory nuts.

    Ya don’t care about pineapple cheesecakes? I reached in the drawer with my free hand.

    "Foot! Yew ain’t got nothin’ nasty lak thet or I’d smelt it an’ never come in here!"

    He spat dark brown juice on the floor and came at me with his can.

    One step closer an’ it goes in your face! I told him.

    "Hig! Hig! Hig! Whut goes in my face?"

    I threw the other shoe, but he blocked it and raised his can.

    Tormentin’ yew shore makes me happy!

    FREEZE, LIZARD! barked the chain saw.

    "WHUH ?"

    I slapped the can away when he turned to look, and here Crosley came busting out of the closet, holding an open pineapple cheesecake in his claws!

    OPEN THE WINDOW, JOHN!

    "RIGHT "

    Now, lizard, does this item here strike you as the genuine article? He shoved it out at the iguana.

    "SOO WEE!" The lizard grabbed his mouth and backed off.

    Git away, Crawzly! Erp!

    That’s right, said Crosley. Back away just like that. He backed him up to the window.

    "

    "Don’t git no closer, Crawzly! Grak! I’m doin’ it "

    And the black-shirt slid through the window and crawled straight down the side of the house, head first.

    "

    He bent the pan over like a taco and sucked the insides out through one end.

    I locked the window: How on earth did ya get in the closet, Cros? Ya left for home fifteen minutes ago.

    Tell ya in a minute. We gotta clean up that lizard loogie on the floor.

    "Eww! Yeah."

    He handed me two nose plugs and shoved two more big ones in his snout.

    Brig the grundooner paper, Jod.

    I put in my nose plugs and went and got the roll. We wiped up the dark brown juice, scrubbed the spot with grundooner cleaner and flushed everything. Then we washed our hands (twice), took out our nose plugs and flushed them too.

    Cros was hiding his empty pan in a vest pocket when Mom knocked on the door.

    John, what’s going on in there? We could hear you through the ceiling.

    Crosley snatched his I-ain’t-here doodad off his bunch of whatchamacallits and I jumped in bed.

    Nothin’, Mom. Come on in.

    She opened the door and looked around: Why’s your light still on?

    I had t’ go t’ the bathroom. I just got back in bed.

    She looked around again: Why did that take so long? What were all those noises?

    Just me an’ Crosley, Mom. An’ one o’ the Iguana Gang got in.

    She sniffed: John Degraffenreidt, you really can come up with the wildest notions! All right, I want that light out and you and the Iguana Gang asleep right now, understood?

    You-are-not-to-worry, Mom.

    Fine. And I better not hear any more noise. Sleep tight. She turned off the light.

    Night, Mom.

    The door clicked shut.

    Cros, I whispered, hang your jacket over the dresser lamp.

    "Right, buddy "

    I heard him cross the room and then the lamp fell over. I rolled out of bed.

    "Quiet, Cros "

    "Awright, awright "

    The lamp clicked on and glowed dull yellow through Crosley’s jacket.

    "Cros, where ?"

    There he was then, pulling the flat glass thing out of his teeth.

    Oh, right, I whispered. I forgot you went invisible.

    He grinned: It’s been a long time, chief. How long was it ya said, fifteen minutes?

    How’d ya get back so fast? Listen, we really gotta whisper.

    You’re tellin’ ME? I been standin’ right here next t’ your mom, remember?

    Ya really bailed me out, Cros. He was gonna paint me green.

    Yerk! Yerk! Wonder what your mom woulda said about that?

    She’da said I did it. She thinks I make all this stuff up. Hey, hide that spray can in the drawer, will ya?

    Cros picked it up and grinned at me: You was bluffin’ about that pineapple cheesecake, right?

    Come on, Cros, what would I be doin’ with that in my drawer?

    "Not much, I guess.

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