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This is a serious
book about
serious things!!!
A kid racecar driver who works
for a serious secret agency called
Eee YiiiY Eee
A serious, stinky villain who
looks like dried fruit
A large serious vacuum cleaner
A serious diver who won't go
into water over his head
A Racecar disguised
as a serious shoeshine truck
A serious crossword puzzle
If you read this book, prepare
to never laugh again for the rest
of your life. It's serious!!!!!!!!
Otto Undercover #3: Water Balloon Doom
By Rhea PerlmanHarperCollins Publishers, Inc.
Copyright © 2006 Rhea Perlman
All right reserved.ISBN: 0060755008Chapter One
The Fleabag 500
Otto was behind the wheel, in starting position for the Fleabag 500. The race was named after the stadium owner's dog, who was in the book of Guinness World Records for continually scratching himself every second for the last 14 years.
Otto's lucky guitar was on the seat next to him.
The despicable Wilson Carlson Fullsom was in position right beside Otto, in car 56.
"Hey Pullup, swell banjo," he said. "Let me get a look at it."
"Sure," said Otto. That was the nicest thing Fullsom had ever said to him, even if he did get a few facts wrong, like his name, but at least he had used a palindrome. Otto held up the guitar.
"It's a guitar," said Otto.
Fullsom had a raw egg. He threw it. Luckily, Otto had enclosed the guitar in a superhard clear, elastic case. Things just bounced off of it. The egg boomeranged back, smashed on Fullsom's helmet, and ran down his face.
Just then an airplane looped across the sky, leaving a trail of sky writing. It said A Clifford Won. Otto always kept his eye out for his next assignment. He knew there was no one named A Clifford in the race. This was an anagrammed message for him. He had to go.
"Catch you next time, Foulsome," said Otto. "Car trouble." He pulled a lever, and smoke poured out from a smoke machine under Racecar's hood. Otto disqualified himself and left the track.
Wilson Carlson Fullsom couldn't believe his luck. Without Racecar in the race, he had a pretty good chance of winning.
He got out of his car and started yelling at Otto, "Look at that broken-down hunk of tin. What a loser. Where're ya goin', loser? Afraid of A Clifford? Look at the chicken."
Fullsom was still flapping his arms and making idiotic chicken noises when the starting flag went down. All the other cars whizzed by, leaving him in the dust.
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