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Nerdastic fifth grader Adam Gason is at it again, and is barely conscious when he realizes that the fate of mankind hangs in the balance. When he befriends Sara O’Connor, the mother of the future resistance, his destiny becomes clear: that he must save her from an evil fart send back in time to kill her or the future is really going to stink.WARNING: This book is full of farts!
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Dingleberry Small
Bully vs. Fart: The Early Daze
Bully vs. Fart 2: Fart Wedding
Bully vs. Fart 3: Liquid Menace
Bully vs. Fart 4: Terminating Sara O'Connor's Fart
Max Underpants
My Robot Farts!
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First Edition (v1.0)
Published on August 22, 2016
ISBN-13: 9781536534863
Title Page
Also by Dingleberry Small
Copyright
Opening Quote
Chapter 1: Sara
Chapter 2: Infirm
Chapter 3: Priorities
Chapter 4: Target Practice
Chapter 5: Run!
Genius Corner
About the Author
Thank You!
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"Be careful following the masses. Sometimes the M is silent." —Some Crazy Unknown Author
Adam Gason didn’t know how or why he found himself lying on a trail a quarter of a mile from school. The night before was a complete blur, the only clue that something odd had happened were the welts on his wrists. The indentations that lingered there appeared to have been made by some metal object that bound his hands together. “Was I really in handcuffs?” he gasped, and began walking to school.
Certainly he expected to find some answers in the surrounding trees and bushes, but came up empty. How could he have forgotten about being arrested and brought to the police station? He had a world class memory, at least until last night, and his throbbing head felt like a hard drive that had been struck with a sledgehammer.
What the heck was going on here? And where was his backpack? Even worse, where was his homework? He couldn’t afford to lose a single point--he was shooting for a perfect score again this year. And why was he still in his clothes from yesterday? Of all things, that was one of the few things he could remember. The pattern of his plaid short-sleeve collared shirt was his only connection to yesterday. Time would fill in the rest, or so he hoped.
Adam put on a brave face, patted down his black, wavy hair that sprung up like bed head, and walked through the front doors of Mile One Elementary.
Inside, the halls were eerily quiet, which meant one thing: class was in session. “Oh, balls!” He sprinted down the hall, turned the corner, and peeked in th [...]