No More Mr Nice Spy E-Book

Guy Bass

• Herausgeber: Little Tiger Press
• Kategorie: Für Kinder und Jugendliche
• Serie: Spynosaur
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 85

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2018

Beschreibung

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 is accused of eating the princess of Canada's prized pet, Pugsy Malone, he has his Right to Spy revoked! Facing imprisonment in Department 6's inescapable prison, The Bin, Spynosaur goes rogue. Together with his sidekick, Amber, Spynosaur is pursued across the globe by his former fellow agents, including Danger Monkey, Dr Newfangle, and expert tracker Jet Setter. Convinced he's been framed, Spynosaur goes looking for the one villain capable such a diabolical deed, his arch enemy, Ergo Ego. But without his gadgets and equipment, and with the full force of Department 6 bearing down on him, can our hero evade capture long enough to clear his name? There's only one villain who could have pulled off such a diabolical deception and there's only one way to discover the truth… It's time to get himself captured. Lurking within the Bin, Department 6's inescapable prison, is Spynosaur's arch-enemy, Ergo Ego … but does he have the answers Spynosaur's looking for … and is he willing to spill the beans?

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Contents

TITLE PAGE1. THE FATE OF ERGO EGO2. ON THE RIGHT TRACKS3. HOW TO MAKE AN ENTRANCE4. SPYNOSAUR GOES ROGUE5. UNDER CONTROL6. WHEN GADGETS GO BAD (AKA SPYNOSAUR VS DR NEWFANGLE7. EJECTED8. SNEAKING PAST SERGEI9. AMBER HAS FISH AND CHIPS FOR TEA (AKA SPYNOSAUR VS SERGEI)10. JET SETTER (AKA THE FATE OF AGENT A55)11. HIDING IN PLAIN SIGHT (AKA THE FÉTE OF SPYNOSAUR)12. SURROUNDED13. FÉTE FIGHT (AKA SPYNOSAUR VS THE AGENTS)14. TANKS BUT NO TANKS (AKA SPYNOSAUR VS DANGER MONKEY)15. SURRENDER16. LOCKED UP17. ERGO EGO’S BIG BOX OF FANTASTICALLY FOOLPROOF INGENIOUS IDEAS TO DEFINITELY DEFEAT SPYNOSAUR18. WHEN YOU’VE GOT TO GO…19. ESCAPE FROM DEPARTMENT 620. THE VOLCANO21. AT HOME WITH EGOS22. HUGO23. HUGO’S DIABOLICAL PLAN24. BRAIN FOG 2.0 (AKA TURNING THE VILLAINY UP TO ELEVEN)25. EVERYONE VS BRAIN FOG26. ROCKET TO THE MOON27. THE BEST FOILED PLANS28. AFT ER THE FOG (AKA RECKLESSLY REBELLIOUS RULE-BREAKING…AND RETIREMENT)29. INSTINCTSCOPYRIGHT

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 code name:

1.THE FATE OF ERGO EGO

“SPYNOSAUR!” screamed Ergo Ego. “You may have foiled my plans. But I will have revenge!”

Ego watched as Department 6 agents swarmed around his lair, dismantling his mind-control machines and going through his sock drawers.

“Revenge, I say!” the villain added. “R-E-V-V-E—No, wait, R-I-V-N…”

A shadow suddenly fell over Ergo Ego. He looked up to see Spynosaur looming over him. The scaly secret agent’s lizard eyes glinted in the dim light of Ego’s lair.

“Come to gloat, Spynosaur?” Ego hissed. “You may have thwarted me this time, but I’ll be back! You’ll never be rid of your arch-enemy!”

“Arch-enemy? Not sure I’d go that far,” Spynosaur said, clamping Ego’s wrists with hi-tech handcuffs. “I mean, I have a lot of enemies – Fandango Scaramoosh, Shady Lady, Gums Gambino…”

“Yes, but I’m the main one! I’m your arch-enemy, you stupid head!” Ego insisted. “I tied you to a space rocket and fired you into the moon, for goodness’ sake! If it wasn’t for me, you wouldn’t be the dinosaur you are toda—!”

“Sorry, I need to get this,” said Spynosaur, answering the call of his Super Secret Spy Watch™. “M11! Missing me already?” he said into the watch. “What’s that? A new criminal mastermind threatens world peace with his or her mad schemes? Sounds like a job for the world’s greatest secret agent…”

With that, the scaly spy swept away and disappeared into the shadows.

“Wait, where are you going? Come back! Spynosaur! Don’t ignore me, you stupid head!” screamed Ego as Department 6 agents led him away. “I’ll prove I’m your arch-enemy! I’ll make sure you never forget the name Ergo Ego! SPYNOSAUR!”

ONE YEAR LATER…

2. ON THE RIGHT TRACKS

“SPYNOSAUR!”

The cry rang out over Amber’s Super Secret Spy Watch™. M11’s voice was unmistakable – the head of Department 6 sounded like a foghorn being played through another foghorn.

“Dad, it’s M11!” Amber called out as she glanced down the train carriage. “She wants to know how the mission’s going!” Amber added.

“Tell her we’re on the right tracks,” replied Spynosaur with a grin. The world’s first and only secret agent dinosaur ploughed his way through a horde of hulking, black-clad thugs. The daring deinonychus punched, chomped and tail-swiped his way down the carriage, dispatching one brute after another with ferocity and flair.

“Blast it to smithereens, sidekick! Tell Spynosaur that time is running out!” M11 howled over Amber’s watch. “Need I remind you both of the terrible fate that will befall the world should you fail?”

“I thought we were just rescuing some dumb dog,” Amber replied.

“This is not just any dog! This is the princess of Canada’s incredibly inbred priceless Peruvian pug, Pugsy Malone,” M11 hissed. “The princess is on the warpath – if you fail to save her dog, she has vowed to unleash the full wrath of Canada upon the world! It’ll mean all-out war!”

“Don’t worry, M11 – we’re just negotiating with the dog-nappers now,” said Amber as a thug flew past her head and bounced along the corridor. She looked up and realized there was only one brute left standing. “Gottagocallyouback!” she said, ending her call with the press of a button. Then she vaulted over a seat and into the air.

With a flying, double-footed kick, she sent the last of the thugs crashing through a carriage window.

“Nicely done, Amber – I always said you were well trained,” said Spynosaur with a grin.

“Da-ad, no puns,” she groaned as they reached the door to the train’s cab. “Well, we’ve been through all twelve carriages … there’s nowhere left to run.”

“Indeed – ninety-nine knuckle-bruising pugnappers down, one to go,” Spynosaur concurred. He dug his clawed hands into the cab’s door and it splintered and cracked like dried firewood. “Our pilfered pooch is behind this door, or I’m not the world’s greatest secret–”

Spynosaur wrenched the door off its hinges and tossed it aside.

“–Huh,” he added. The cab was empty.

What’s more, the train controls were a smouldering wreck. The Speedy Beaver was hurtling along the tracks at full speed with no way to stop it.

“Ah, the old shift-the-train-on-to-an-unfinished-section-of-track-before-blasting-the-controls trick,” said Spynosaur, glancing out of the window. “By my calculations we have precisely–” (Spynosaur pressed a timer on his Super Secret Spy Watch™) “–nineteen seconds before the train plummets off the end of the track into a bottomless ravine. That’ll certainly derail our mission…”

Amber was about to deliver another groaning, “Da-ad,” when:

“The dog! But where…?” Amber said, her gaze drifting upwards. “Dad, the roof!”

Spynosaur helped Amber out of the cab window and they quickly clambered on to the roof of the speeding train. The slightest misstep would see them falling to a certain death. Amber couldn’t have been happier with how the day was turning out.

Spynosaur peered down the length of the speeding train, squinting in the bright Canadian sunshine. A few metres away on the roof stood the hundredth hired thug, doing his best to stay upright as he tried to fire up a jetpack strapped to his back. Under his arm he carried a small, beige dog with a ridiculously squashed face and bulging eyes.

“Eww, that’s the princess’s precious pooch?” Amber said, screwing up her face. “What’s wrong with it?”

“It’s not Pugsy’s fault he’s a crime against nature,” replied Spynosaur. He closed in on the thug, who was frantically pressing the jetpack’s ignition switch. “Having a hard time getting your escape plan off the ground?”

“Don’t come any closer, or I drop the dog!” the thug growled, dangling Pugsy over the edge of the train.

“I’d rather you didn’t – the princess of Canada is one piece of bad news away from starting a war,” replied Spynosaur. He winked at Amber. “You might say losing Pugsy would send her over the edge…”

“Over the edge…” Amber repeated, looking down the train tracks. Ahead, she could make out an iron barrier, signalling the end of the track. Beyond it, a vast ravine plummeting into nothingness.

“Dad, the tracks…!” she cried.

“Yes, I think this is our stop,” her dad replied, checking his watch. “Grab Pugsy on the way down, will you?”

“On the way down?” Amber began. “What do you mea— AAAA!”

3. HOW TO MAKE AN ENTRANCE

“Where’s Pugsy?” shrieked the princess of Canada.

The princess was barely a teenager, with a mass of frizzy black hair topped off with a sparkling tiara. She stamped around the throne room of the royal palace in a blindingly bejewelled dress. “Bring me back my Pugsy, or I’ll blow it all up!”

The princess’s servant scurried behind her, his bald, egg-shaped head beaded with nervous sweat.

“P-please try to stay calm, Your Majesty!” begged the servant, fretfully adjusting his oversized glasses and smoothing his long, white beard as he chased the princess around the room.

“I will not!” replied the princess with a rabid grunt. She spun round and eyeballed M11 at the other end of the throne room. The head of Department 6 had a neat bob of greying hair and an equally neat moustache, which twitched nervously as she hammered buttons on her Super Secret Spy Watch™.

“You!” snarled the princess, striding over to M11 with her servant hurrying behind. “Do something! You promised you’d rescue Pugsy…”

“I can assure Your Majesty I have my very best agent on the job,” M11 replied. “If anyone can rescue Pugsy Malone, it’s Spynosaur…”

“But if he messes up, you can still count on me!” came a cry. A monkey dressed in a spy-suit stepped into the princess’s path.

“The name’s Danger Monkey – second-best agent in Department 6!” Danger Monkey declared, puffing out his chest. “Rest easy, Your Princessness – if Spynosaur messes up, I’ll rescue your pig, or whatever it is. You can count on me to—

With a swift kick, the princess booted Danger Monkey across the throne room. She rounded on M11. “Bring me Pugsy, or I blow it all up,” she growled.

“Blast it to smithereens, Spynosaur!” M11 whispered, returning to her Super Secret Spy Watch™. “Where in the name of my moustache moisturiser are you?”

A low hum suddenly filled the air. M11 glanced up at the great, domed ceiling of the throne room. Through the perfectly polished glass she saw Spynosaur’s jet-black spy-plane, the Dino-soarer, hovering in mid-air.