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- Herausgeber: Little Tiger Press
- Kategorie: Für Kinder und Jugendliche
- Sprache: Englisch
Calling all Dirty Bertie fans! Dirty Bertie – the boy with nose-pickingly disgusting habits – is back for another helping of comic chaos! With ever-increasing madcap schemes and crazy capers, Bertie continues to delight his legions of fans who revel in his revolting ways. Join Bertie as he turns Know-All Nick into a monster, gets stuck on a mountain with Dad and comes face to face with his French double! Dirty Bertie is a hugely popular series created by award-winning illustrator, David Roberts (Tyrannosaurus Drip, The Wind in the Willows, The Troll, Eddie Dickens Trilogy). With each hilarious story approximately thirty pages long and split into chapters with illustrations on nearly every spread, Dirty Bertie is ideal for confident readers to enjoy by themselves, or for sharing with your child.
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Seitenzahl: 38
Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2016
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To Joel ~ D R
For my dear Sally x ~ A M
Contents
1 Monster!
CHAPTER 1
Miss Boot glared at her class, waiting for silence.
“The Summer Fair is only a week away, and I need polite, sensible children to help run the stalls,” she said. Her eyes fell on Bertie, who was drawing on the back of his hand. She sighed – he was about as sensible as a fruit bat.
Bertie put down his felt-tip pen and sat forward. There was only one stall he and his friends were interested in running, and he hoped that no one else pinched it.
“I’ve made a list of all the stalls,” said Miss Boot. “Raise your hand if you would like to help with one of them. First, the book stall…”
Bertie waited as Miss Boot worked her way down the list.
“Next, face painting,” she said.
Bertie’s hand flew into the air. Darren and Eugene leaped out of their seats excitedly.
“Ooh! Ooh, Miss! Can we do it? Can we?” they begged.
“We’d be brilliant at face painting,” said Bertie.
Miss Boot sucked in her breath. She imagined entrusting Bertie with a set of face paints. He’d probably give people revolting spots or ugly warts. In no time there’d be a queue of wailing children and angry parents demanding their money back. It was out of the question.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” she said. “Donna and Pamela, I’m sure I could rely on you.”
“But what about us?” moaned Bertie.
“I have another job for you,” said Miss Boot. “The Lucky Dip – you can’t do any damage with that.”
THE LUCKY DIP? NO! Bertie slumped back in his seat. Why did they always get the most boring stall at the fair? There was nothing to do on the Lucky Dip, and the prizes were rubbish. Last year Bertie had won a bar of scented soap – what was “lucky” about that? Besides, he was brilliant at face painting.
When the bell rang for break, Bertie trailed outside with his friends.
“It’s not fair,” he complained. “We never get chosen for anything!”
“The Lucky Dip… BOR-ING!” groaned Darren.
“Well, there’s nothing we can do. Miss Boot won’t change her mind,” sighed Eugene.
“We’re not beaten yet,” said Bertie.
He’d set his heart on face painting and he wasn’t giving up without a fight. After all, anything could happen on the day. With a bit of luck, Donna and Pamela might be allergic to face paints.
CHAPTER 2
The day of the Summer Fair arrived. Miss Boot stood at the school gates, greeting people as they came in. The sun was shining and the school field was packed with visitors. Everyone seemed to be having fun – everyone except Bertie and his friends at the Lucky Dip.
Bertie sat kicking his feet behind a large black bin filled with sawdust.
“LUCKY DIP – A PRIZE EVERY TIME!” said the sign. So far they’d only had two customers – one had won a plastic key ring and the other a jar of elastic bands.
“This is rubbish,” grumbled Darren.
Bertie gazed longingly at the face-painting stall, where a queue of children waited their turn. Donna was painting someone as a mermaid while Pamela drew a butterfly on a toddler’s cheek.
“Look at that,” said Bertie in disgust. “They’re not even doing it properly!”
“Maybe we could ask them to swap?” suggested Eugene.
“Fat chance!” snorted Darren. “Who wants to run the Lucky Dip? The prizes are all useless!”
Suddenly Bertie had an idea. What if the Lucky Dip prizes weren’t so useless? What if it was a gold mine and everyone wanted a go? Then Donna and Pamela might be tempted to swap with them!
“Lend me a pound, Eugene,” said Bertie.
“What?”
“Come on,” said Bertie. “Do you want to do face painting or not?”
Reluctantly Eugene handed over one of the coins he’d brought for the fair. Bertie wrapped the coin in red tissue paper and hid it near the top of the bin.
A few minutes later Royston Rich stopped at the stall.
