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- Herausgeber: Little Tiger Press
- Kategorie: Für Kinder und Jugendliche
- Serie: Spynosaur
- Sprache: Englisch
- Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017
From a land before time comes a hero for today … Spynosaur - he's going to make crime extinct! A hilarious new series from award-winning author Guy Bass, perfect for fans of My Brother is a Superhero, The Astounding Broccoli Boy, Darkmouth and Hamish and the Worldstoppers. When Spynosaur locks up the last of the world's worst criminal masterminds, all that's left are a string of disappointingly undemanding novelty villains. With no one worthy of his super-spy skills, Amber's worried that Spynosaur might give up spying altogether. Even Goldentoe, their last hope of a dastardly villain, admits to only pretending to be evil to win the heart of Shady Lady. Frantic that her dad has lost the will to spy, Amber convinces Goldentoe to make himself a more desirably dangerous suitor. With the help of the Science Ray and a sample of Spynosaur's DNA, Goldentoe transforms himself into Goldenclaw, a formidable half-man, half dinosaur far more powerful than Spynosaur, and intent on a spot of world-ending asteroid flinging...
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Contents
Introduction
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.
1.
DIVA FEVER
“Everything is going according to – Aatchoo! – plan!” said Diva Fever, blowing her permanently blocked nose in front of her assembled henchmen. She flounced up and down the airship’s long, teardrop-shaped control centre, making sure the light pouring through its many windows made her sequined dress glitter and sparkle. “Once I activate my under-the-weather weapon, the citizens of this sleepy village are – Aatchoo! – doobed!”
“The Common Cold Cannon is fully charged and ready to fire, Your Diva-ness,” grunted one of the henchmen from a console at the front of the airship’s control centre.
“Doobed, I say!” continued Diva Fever. “Doobed to having a slight temperature … doobed to having to blow their doses … doobed to feeling off-colour for an entire week!”
“Hardly the crime of the century,” sighed one of the henchmen loudly.
“Who – Aatchoo! – said that?” hissed Diva Fever, glowering at her four henchmen in turn.
They all had shaved heads and were dressed in drab, grey jumpsuits, with small black masks covering their eyes. They looked almost identical … except for one.
One of them looked a lot like a dinosaur.
The scaly “henchman” towered over the other lackeys and a long, green tail poked out from his jumpsuit. He adjusted his mask, yellow lizard eyes glinting.
“You! The newbie!” Diva Fever growled, oblivious to her so-called henchman’s true identity. “Did you dare insult by diabolical – Aatchoo! – plot?”
“You call giving a few people a touch of the flu ‘diabolical’?” replied the disguised dinosaur.
“How dare you doubt by evil plans! I have a good bind to fling you out of the airship by your tail!” Diva snapped. “Wait … tail?”
“Surprise,” said the dinosaur. With a swing of that great tail he sent Diva Fever flying. The henchmen scattered in horror as the dinosaur tore off his tiny mask.
“Sp-Spynosaur! The super secret agent dinosaur!” cried a horrified henchman.
“He must not foil by plan! Hold hib off! I’ll fire the Cobbon Cold Cannon!” howled Diva Fever, leaping to her feet.
Spynosaur let out a loud sigh, before diving at the hapless henchmen in a blur of movement.
In moments, the henchmen lay unconscious in a pile. But they had given Diva Fever just enough time to reach the cannon’s console. As she reached for the FIRE button, Spynosaur drew a grapple-gun from his henchman outfit and took aim. One shot and his grappling hook would streak forth, hooking his foe and putting an end to her scheme. One shot…
“Oh, what’s the point?” Spynosaur mumbled to himself and lowered his gun.
“The village is doobed!” cried Diva Fever, a semi-split-second from pressing FIRE. “Doo—”
“AMBITIOUS SPINNING CRAZY-GOLF SEA-TURTLE KICK!”
THWUMP
The last thing Diva Fever saw was the air above her head shimmer as an almost-invisible figure leaped towards her.
“That little wallop is for messing with Little Wallop!” declared the disembodied voice. As Diva Fever crumpled to the floor, the air shimmered again and Spynosaur’s daughter and sidekick, Amber, appeared. She was a girl of ten, with bright copper hair and a face full of freckles.
“This stealth-suit is officially awesome,” Amber added, inspecting her sleek, grey jumpsuit. “Being almost invisible while ninja-kicking villains is my new favourite thing! Also, cartoons.”
Spynosaur tossed Diva Fever on to the pile of henchmen. From his jumpsuit he produced a small, metal sphere and threw it at the vanquished villains… A second later the sphere exploded, releasing a huge, transparent bubble that engulfed Diva and her henchmen entirely. Spynosaur slid open the airship’s door and rolled the felon-filled sphere towards it.
“Now it’s time for your pun-ishment…” Amber declared.
Spynosaur opened his mouth as if to speak, but after a moment he just shrugged … and then booted the bubble out into mid-air.
“AAAAAAA-tchoo!” screamed Diva Fever as she and her henchmen plunged towards the ground.
“Wait, no puns? You always do puns!” cried Amber. She hung out of the airship and shouted after the plummeting bubble. “That’ll teach you to be sniffy! Sorry to give you the cold shoulder! Snot looking so good for you now!” Amber turned to her dad. “Uh, weren’t we meant to take Diva back to Department 6?”
“What’s the point?” Spynosaur replied with a sigh. “It’s not like she’s diabolical enough to do any harm … not really.”
Amber scratched her head.
“Well, can we at least blow the airship to smithereens?” she asked hopefully.
“Why not just let it float away?” Spynosaur said wistfully. “Float away, like lost dreams...”
“But we always blow up something,” Amber replied.
Spynosaur just stared up into the sky, looking oddly lost. “Float away, float away, lost to the skies,” he began. “When the villains are gone, what use are we spies?”
“Da-ad, not another poem … I keep telling you, spying and poetry don’t mix!” Amber groaned.
2.
A LIFE WITHOUT SPYING
Spynosaur opened his parachute much earlier than normal (he usually waited until the last possible moment to keep things death-defying), so he and Amber had a leisurely descent towards Little Wallop, which, by chance, was where Amber lived with her mum.
“Are you all right, Dad?” Amber asked as they floated towards her house. “That’s the third time this week you’ve not blown something up… It’s been so long since you made a pun I’ve started doing it for you… And the poetry? Don’t even get me started on the poetry…”
“Sorry … I guess my heart’s not in it,” Spynosaur sighed. “It’s been months since we captured the P.O.I.S.O.N. high command. Since then, no one’s come close to filling their diabolical boots. All that’s left are novelty villains – Diva Fever .… Brad Grammar and the Split Infinitives … The Tickle Monster… What I wouldn’t give for a real nemesis – a diabolical criminal mastermind worthy of my astonishingly impressive spy skills.”
“But isn’t stopping all the villains the point of being a spy?” asked Amber.
“But what’s the point of a spy without villains?” Spynosaur replied. “Without them, I’m just a man trapped in the body of a dinosaur … and dinosaurs belong in the past.”
Amber’s blood ran cold – her dad sounded like he was losing the will to spy! What if he decided to give it up altogether? As far as Amber was concerned, a life without spying was no life at all…
Spynosaur and Amber landed on the front lawn of number 13 Diggle Drive just as Amber’s mum stepped out of the front door carrying a bin bag. They quickly leaped behind a wheelie bin. Amber’s mum had no idea about Amber’s secret life as Spynosaur’s sidekick – as far as she was concerned, Amber was just like any other ten-year-old and her dad had been a simple peanut-butter salesman who met his end in a tragic kite-flying accident. Spies and secret-keeping went hand in hand.
“Amber! Are you out here? Breakfast’s ready,” called Amber’s mum. “Where’s that girl got to?”
Amber glanced at her dad, who had somehow contorted his massive body in such a way as to hide himself behind a single wheelie bin. Amber dared not move a muscle, even to activate her stealth-suit’s almost invisibility. She held her breath as she heard her mum lift the bin lid…
“Amber! There you are!” said Amber’s mum.
Amber was sure she’d been spotted. She was about to look up when:
“Yes, I am here, my mother,” said a deep, gruff voice. Amber dared to peek round the bin. Behind her mum stood a short, old man with a face like cracked stone. He wore a red wig not unlike Amber’s own hair.
“I was playing in garden with hula-hula-hoop, like normal child of my age,” continued Sergei. “Now I will be eating breakfast.”
“I hope you’re hungry,” said Amber’s mum, dropping the bag into the bin and making her way back to the house. “I’ve made your favourite!”
“Boiled pig’s heart in salt jelly?” Sergei said hopefully.
“No, silly, Scrambled Egg Surprise!” laughed Amber’s mum. Sergei grumbled loudly and followed her back inside.
“Yes!” Amber cried, leaping to her feet. She was about to rush into the house and relieve Sergei of his breakfast-eating duties when she spotted her dad, still contorted behind the dustbin and looking oddly lost. “Uh, are you going to be OK, Dad? I mean, I could stay with you, if—”
“And have you miss Scrambled Egg Surprise?” Spynosaur replied with a smile. “No, you go in – I’ll see you when the world needs saving ag—”
Spynosaur and Amber checked their Super Secret Spy Watches™.
“The signal!” Amber whispered excitedly. “We’re needed!”
“Probably a cat stuck up a tree or something equally un-diabolical,” huffed Spynosaur. He tapped his watch with a clawed finger to summon the Dino-soarer.
Amber saw the leaves of the trees shake as her dad’s almost-invisible jet-plane descended through the sky towards them.
“Or maybe
