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- Herausgeber: Little Tiger Press
- Kategorie: Für Kinder und Jugendliche
- Serie: Undead Pets
- Sprache: Englisch
- Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2014
Joe is just an ordinary boy until he makes a wish on a spooky Egyptian amulet... Now he's the Protector of Undead Pets! This is the eighth book in the spooky but sweet series, and it tells the story of Frankfurter, a sausage dog who needs Joe's help before he can pass over. Moments before his encounter with a revolving door, Frankie overheard two men plotting to burgle the hotel that is run by his owner. Frankie needs Joe's help to stop the robbery and bring the criminals to justice. The books in the Undead Pets series are full of animal zombies and pets with one last thing to do before they pass to the other side! Funny, dark and full of adventure, this series is ideal for boys seeking a fast-paced and amusing chapter book.
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CONTENTS
CHAPTER ONE
The hotel’s revolving doors whizzed round three times, then Toby burst out into the lobby.
“AWESOME!” he squealed. “Your turn!”
Joe grinned at his little brother. He knew they shouldn’t be playing in the revolving doors but it was hard to resist…
It was a sunny Friday afternoon and the Edmunds family had just arrived at the Grand Hotel in Skipton Sands. Dad had gone to fetch the rest of the bags. Mum and Sarah, Joe’s big sister, were waiting at the reception desk, and Joe and Toby were supposed to be sitting quietly on the sofas.
“Boys!” snapped Mum as the doors spun round again and Joe tumbled out. She gave them that look. The one that meant they were millimetres from a mega-blaster telling-off!
But Toby was already heading back to the doors.
“Toby!” bellowed Mum. “Stop that at once! You might get stuck.”
“Your mother’s right,” said a voice. It belonged to a silvery-haired old lady who had appeared from the office behind the reception desk. “Accidents do happen!”
“Oh, hello,” said Mum. “My name’s Helen Edmunds. We’ve got a booking for two nights.”
The lady glanced down at a big book on the desk. “Oh yes, you’re here for the wedding. Welcome to the Grand Hotel – I’m Mrs Stanway, the owner. Please call me Sylvia.”
Joe looked around the lobby. It was huge, with a high ceiling and wood-panelled walls. There were lots of weird ornaments dotted about, too – a stuffed fox inside a glass case, a giant vase with a blue whale painted on the side. There was even a collection of samurai swords pinned to a wall.
“Look, Joe!” Toby had found a large brass gong. He picked up a wooden stick that hung next to it…
DUNGGGG!
Sarah gave a shriek.
“Toby!” Mum snapped. “Put that down! I’m so sorry,” she added to Mrs Stanway. “He’s a bit overexcited about staying in a hotel.”
“Oh, don’t worry,” Mrs Stanway replied. “The gong isn’t valuable. None of my things are. I just like collecting interesting objects.” She smiled at Toby. “You should look at the suit of armour on the landing upstairs. My granddaughter says there’s a ghost inside.”
“Wow!” breathed Toby. “Can I see it?”
“Maybe later,” Mum called, but Toby was already racing up the stairs, two at a time.
Joe was about to follow, when he noticed a small dog sleeping near the bottom of the stairs. It had a long, thin body and droopy ears, and it was snoring loudly.
“Joe! Give me a hand!” Dad was struggling through the revolving doors, his arms full of luggage. He shuffled forward, then staggered out into the reception area, dropping the bags.
The dog looked up and blinked a few times. Joe noticed it had weird eyes – big and staring and green. The dog stood up stiffly and Joe noticed its short legs. It was a sausage dog! Then suddenly the dog lunged towards Dad…
RUFF! RUFF! RUFF! RUFF! RUFF!
It was barking at Dad and baring its teeth.
Dad ignored the dog and calmly carried on picking up the stuff he’d dropped.
The dog leaped forward as though it was about to sink its teeth into Dad’s ankles.
“Watch out!” cried Joe.
But Dad didn’t even look up. “Come on, Joe!” he said impatiently. “Help me with the bags.”
“But…” Joe began.
And then the dog stopped barking and sat back. “It’s not him. He looked a bit like one of the bad guys for a minute, but he’s not!”
Joe gasped. The dog had spoken. This was no ordinary dog – it was an undead pet! That explained why Dad had ignored it – he couldn’t see it!
“Hello, Joe,” the dog said, turning to face him. “My name is Frankie. I’ve been waiting for you. There’s going to be a robbery and you’ve got to stop it!”
CHAPTER TWO
Joe felt a tingle of excitement. An undead pet was the last thing he’d expected to see! They often turned up at home, demanding that Joe solve their problems – they were unable to pass over to the afterlife until he helped them. But he hadn’t expected one to turn up at his cousin Megan’s wedding. Maybe the weekend wasn’t going to be quite as dull as he’d thought!
“We need to talk!” yelped the dog, who was pacing unsteadily around the lobby.
Joe noticed it had stitches round its middle as though it had been chopped in half and joined back together.
“Are you listening?” snapped the dog impatiently.
Joe nodded, but he couldn’t reply in front of his family – undead pets were invisible to them. In fact, they were invisible to everyone apart from Joe. Thanks to the magical Egyptian amulet that his great-uncle Charlie had given him, Joe was the only person who could see the creatures.
“We’re on the second floor,” said Mum. “Mrs Stanway says there’s a small lift that we can use to take the luggage up.” She handed two bags to Joe – the first was his own rucksack, the other one was pink.
“Hey!” grumbled Joe, forgetting the undead dog for a moment. “Why do I have to carry Sarah’s bag?”
“Because I’m carrying my bridesmaid’s dress!” said Sarah importantly. She pushed past him with a large clothes bag in her arms and followed her parents to the lift.
