Secrets of the Dripping Fang #08; When Bad Snakes Attack Good Children by Dan Greenburg; Illustrated by Scott M. Fischer
	List Price:   $9.95 Unit Price:   $7.96 You Save:   $1.99 (20%) ISBN-10:   0152060561 ISBN-13:   9780152060565 Publisher:   Houghton Mifflin Harcourt; Harcourt Children's Books Series:   Secrets of Dripping Fang Ser. Edition:   illustrated Category:   Reading Series Pages:   144 Format:   Hardcover; Paper over boards
Awards
1994  Leslie Bradshaw Award for Young Readers  Nominee/Honoree  2004  Buckeye Children's Book Award  Nominee/Honoree  2006  Beehive Children's Fictional Book Award  Nominee/Honoree
Subjects
CHILDREN'S FICTION
Description/Notes
New from Dan Greenburg! What can we expect from the next two brilliantly creepy books in the deliciously disturbing Dripping Fang series? Well, it’s probably a safe guess that they will be just as bizarre and frightfully fun as the others. And we could possibly surmise that they’ll take our two heroes, Wally and Cheyenne Shluffmuffin, back to the clutches of the show-tune-happy Hortense Jolly at the Jolly Days Orphanage, where odd adventures might ensue. Who knows, maybe even The Jackal (of international assassin fame) will make another appearance.nbsp; nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp; Nothing’s exactly for certain when it comes to these out-of-the-ordinary tales, but it’s definitely a fact that Dan Greenburg gets wackier and more inventive with each new installment. Followed by an assassin and her poisonous snakes, ten-year-old twins Wally and Cheyenne Shluffmuffin try to get from their Ohio home to the FBI training facility in Quantico, Virginia, to get help in freeing human hostages from the onts. Chapter 1 The Man Who Knew Too Much—or, Possibly, Too Little The face of the woman behind the reception desk at FBI headquarters in downtown Cincinnati was oddly familiar and a bit unsettling. Something about her skin didn’t look quite right. It looked like the skin of a dead person. It looked like you could peel her face right off her skull. nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp; “Yes, may I help you?” asked the woman, but there wasn’t much help in the voice. nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp; “We’re Wally and Cheyenne Shluffmuffin,” said Wally. “We’re here to see Special Agent Cromwell.” nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp; “And you have an appointment?” said the woman. nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp; “Well, no, but we’ve been here before,” said Wally. The Shluffmuffin twins were ten years old, had red hair and freckles and a tendency to attract creatures with sinister intentions, most of whom were not even human. nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp; “And what was this in reference to?” said the woman. nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp; “Well, we gave him some pictures,” said Cheyenne. nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp; “Pictures . . . ?” nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp; “Of the six buses that disappeared in downtown Cincinnati,” said Cheyenne. “And pictures of the people who were on the buses when they disappeared. Agent Cromwell said he was going to show them to people in his department and then get back to us, but we haven’t heard from him in over two weeks.” nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp; “And these pictures were taken where?” said the woman. nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp; “It doesn’t matter,” said Wally, deciding against saying they were taken in the cave of the Ont Queen, ruler of all giant ants in the state of Ohio. “Can we just please see Agent Cromwell?” nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp; “No.”nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp; “Excuse me?” said Wally. nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp; “Special Agent Cromwell no longer works here,” said the woman. nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp; “No? What happened to him?” said Cheyenne. nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp; “He’s dead.” nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;“Dead?”said Cheyenne. “But we just saw him two weeks ago. He seemed fine.” nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp; “Yes, two weeks ago hewasfine,” said the woman. “But now he’s dead. It was very sudden. Sudden and tragic. We were all quite stunned.” nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp; “What did he die of?” Wally asked. nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp; “Heart attack,” said the woman, suddenly losing interest in the discussion and turning back to papers on her desk. “Is there anything else? I’m afraid we’re quite busy here today.” nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp; “Who’s taking ove