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- Herausgeber: Little Tiger Press
- Kategorie: Für Kinder und Jugendliche
- Sprache: Englisch
- Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2016
A new hilarious series from best-selling author Guy Bass, perfect for fans of My Brother is a Superhero, The Astounding Broccoli Boy and Astrosaurs. Spynosaur is secret agency Department 6's not-so secret weapon. Created by mysterious science rays, Spynosaur has the mind of a super spy and the body of a dinosaur. Dedicated to protecting the world from criminal masterminds, this prehistoric powerhouse dishes out justice and puns to a host of eccentric enemies. But when he and his sidekick daughter Amber are sent to rescue a captured fellow agent, Spynosaur becomes embroiled in a plot to frame him. Can he and Amber clear his name in time to save the world?
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Contents:
Prologue
When top spy-entists put the mind of super-spy Agent Gambit inside the body of a dinosaur, they created the first everSuper Secret Agent Dinosaur.Together with his daughter, Amber, this prehistoric hero protects the world from villainy.
His codename:
1.
THE DOUBLE
Amber woke with a start. She sat up in bed and glanced over to her Super Secret Spy Watch™, which beeped incessantly.
“The signal!” she whispered. In twenty-seven seconds she was dressed and racing downstairs.
“Morning, Amber” said her mum, as Amber hurried past her on the stairs. “What do you want for breakfast?”
“Toast, please!” Amber replied. She waited for her mum to disappear into the kitchen before tiptoeing to the front-room window and sliding it open. Hiding in the bushes under the window was a very short, old man with a craggy face and a permanent scowl.
He was Amber’s exact height, wore a tracksuit identical to hers, and atop his head sat a wig just like Amber’s bob of red hair.
“Sergei does not like the toast,” grunted Sergei in a thick, deep growl. “Sergei likes Coco Pops.”
“Sorry, Sergei, I forgot,” said Amber with a wink. She clambered out of the window as Sergei clambered in. Once inside, Sergei adjusted his wig and brushed a leaf off his tracksuit, just as Amber’s mum returned from the kitchen.
“Toast won’t be a minute, Amber,” she said, kissing Sergei on top of the head.
“Toast…” he grunted. “Thank you, mother of Amber. I mean, Mother.”
“Well, you’ve got to keep your strength up – big day at school,” added Amber’s mum.
Sergei let out a long sigh. “School…” he grunted to himself. “Sergei is getting too old for this.”
2.
THE MISSION
While Amber’s double reluctantly awaited his toast, the real Amber was already speeding down the road on her bicycle. She was just out of sight of her house when a familiar low hum filled the air. The postman cycling towards her waved at Amber, before watching her and her bike suddenly rise up into the air and disappear.
“Woohoo!” cried Amber, as she and her bike were swallowed up inside an almost-invisible aircraft by a powerful gravity beam. She emerged into a garage-sized docking bay and hopped off her bicycle.
“Hi, Dad! So what’s the mission?” Amber asked, crossing the docking bay towards the Dinosoarer’s cockpit.
“Saving the world, of course,” said a low, clipped voice.
Standing before her was a dinosaur. The scaly, green Deinonychus measured a full nine feet from head to tail, with huge claws on his hands and feet, a long, broad head and a wide mouth filled with razor-sharp teeth. He wore a sleek spy-suit, with a silver pistol tucked into a shoulder holster.
Amber threw herself at the dinosaur and hugged him tightly.
“I missed you, too, poppet,” he said, wrapping his deadly claws round her.
“Da-ad, I told you not to call me that,” Amber groaned. “I’m a super secret agent…”
“Super secret agent in training,” corrected her dad. “How’s your mother?”
“OK, I s’pose,” Amber replied with a shrug. “I don’t see her much, what with all this spy stuff – Sergei spends more time with her than I do. Are you sure we can’t just tell her the truth?”
“And admit we’re spies? Out of the question,” replied Spynosaur. “I’ll always love your mother, but she can’t keep a secret to save her life. Do you remember the time you asked her not to tell anyone that you accidentally flushed your pet gerbil down the toilet? It was all over the village by teatime! No, I’m afraid your mum believes that I was a travelling peanut-butter salesman who died in a tragic kite-flying accident. We’re spies, Amber – keeping secrets is what we do.”
“I s’pose,” Amber sighed.
“Good girl,” said Spynosaur. “Now, have you been practising your ninja skills?”
“Every day!” replied Amber, kicking and punching at him furiously.
“Ah, the Hasty Puffer Fish Open Sandwich Drainpipe Attack excellent work, poppet,” said Spynosaur, casually deflecting her blows with his tail.
“Please stop calling me—” Amber began. But she was interrupted by a voice blaring out from the cockpit’s control panel.
“The DEPARTMENT 6 top-secret transmission channel!” Amber cried, as Spynosaur pressed a button on the Dino-soarer’s control panel. A woman’s face appeared on the cockpit viewscreen. She had a neatly cropped bob of greying hair and an impressive moustache.
“M11! Missing me already?” Spynosaur grinned, flashing his sharp teeth.
“Spynosaur, if it were up to me you’d be extinct,” snarled M11. “As far as I’m concerned, your maverick methods and routine recklessness have no place in Department 6. You were more than enough trouble when you were human, but—”
“—But since I continue to save the world on a bi-weekly basis, you’ll let me off,” interrupted Spynosaur, giving Amber a wink.
“Blast it to smithereens, Spynosaur, just pay attention,” M11 sighed. “A week ago, we began intercepting coded messages between high-ranking members of your favourite international crime syndicate.”
“P.O.I.S.O.N.?” hissed Spynosaur. “What are those diabolical do-no-gooders up to now?”
“The P.O.I.S.O.N. bigwigs are planning a meeting to consider the recruitment of a new member,” M11 continued. “None other than your former nemesis, Ergo Ego.”
“Ego’s alive?” Spynosaur growled, clenching his clawed fists. “I thought he was destroyed when you blew up his secret island lair in the Bermuda Triangle after he tied me to a space rocket and fired me into the moon!”
“And after I fought Ego for the brain box that contained your brainwaves,” added Amber proudly.
“You did very well, poppet,” her father noted, before returning to the screen. “Why didn’t you tell me, M11? Why didn’t you assign me the mission in the first place?”
“Because, blast it to smithereens, Spynosaur, I knew you’d make it personal!” snapped M11. “Making things personal is what reckless, rulebook-ignoring mavericks do!”
“Shooting someone into the moon is personal!” growled Amber.
“The point is, we have reason to believe Ego has created some sort of super-secret weapon, known only as the McGuffin,” M11 continued. “He plans to hand the weapon over to P.O.I.S.O.N. in exchange for membership of their guild.”
“He’s been desperate to join that felonious faction for years,” said Spynosaur. “Where is Ego now?”
“That’s the problem – we’ve had your former partner secretly tracking Ego for weeks – but two days ago we lost all contact,” M11 explained.
“Sounds like Danger Monkey needs me to save his tail again,” said Spynosaur.
“Your mission is to locate Danger Monkey and secure the McGuffin,” concluded M11. “Preferably without blowing up everything in sight.”
“Never fear, M11, we’ll find the Department’s prized primate and this weapon of mass mischief – and put a stop to Ergo Ego for good measure,” Spynosaur assured her. “And we’ll be back for Amber’s bedtime.”
“Da-ad,” groaned Amber.
3.
MISSING ‘N’ ACTION
The Dino-soarer had been in the air for more than an hour, speeding silently through the skies at supersonic speed. As Amber piloted the craft, Spynosaur sat beside her reviewing the mission briefing.
“Dad, we’re coming up on Danger Monkey’s last-known location,” said Amber, checking the viewscreen.
“Good! So, we rescue Danger Monkey, find the McGuffin and slap Ego in chains,” said Spynosaur, checking his pistol. “And all the while being cooler than a cucumber in the—”
“Snow!” gasped Amber, pressing her hands against the cockpit window as she peered out at a vast, snow-covered mountain range. After a moment, she glared at Spynosaur and saw a glint in his yellow eye. “Dad, don’t even think about—”
“Snow puns at all – got it,” he replied. He tapped at his Super Secret Spy Watch™ with a sharp claw. “Set the Dino-soarer to autopilot – it’s time to brave the elements.”
Spynosaur retrieved a puffer jacket from an overhead compartment and handed it to Amber. By the time she’d donned her spy gear, Spynosaur was dressed from head to tail in a fur-collared cold-weather suit, complete with parachute.
“Where’s my parachute?” asked Amber
Spynosaur scooped her up and held her to his chest. “Not until you’re at least twelve,” he said. He positioned himself in the middle of the docking bay and tapped his Super Secret Spy Watch™. “Now, let’s get some fresh air, shall we?”
Amber heard a CLUNK! and a WHIRRRR…Then she felt her stomach lurch as the floor of the Dino-soarer slid open, dropping them into the air.
They plummeted downwards, freefalling towards the snow-covered mountains. Spynosaur stretched out his powerful tail to change direction.
“AAAAAH-mazing!” cried Amber as they fell.
Spynosaur pulled a cord on his harness and the parachute opened with a FWUMPH! A moment later they were floating slowly towards a carpet of low-lying clouds.
“Remember, a good spy sees everything, misses nothing and never repeats himself. And sees everything,” said Spynosaur. “Let’s play our game, shall we?”
