The Werewolf Club Meets Oliver Twit

by Daniel Pinkwater; Jill Pinkwater

• ISBN13: 9780689845741
• ISBN10: 068984574X
• Format: Hardcover
• Copyright: 2002-02-01
• Publisher: Atheneum

Summary

Even a child who is pure of heart

And does his homework neatly

May become a wolf when the wolfbane blooms

And the moon is full completely

Mr. Talbot has taken the Werewolf Club to London! Unfortunately, they made the trip in Uncle

Excerpts

Chapter One The Watson Elementary School Werewolf Club sat at its usual table in Honest Tom's Tibetan American Lunchroom. We were watching Billy Furball lick his plate. We were depressed."Did you have to order that disgusting thing?" Lucy Fang asked, sipping her water."He who pays, picks," Billy Furball said. "Club rules.""Youneverask what anyone else might want," said Henry Count Dorkula."And you're not a werewolf, bat boy." Billy burped loudly. "That was yummy.""Has anyone else ever ordered one of those here?" Ralph Alfa asked. "The Jitterbug, or open faced mashed potato, meatloaf, and gravy sandwich is not everyone's cup of goop.""We just added it this week. We must now wait and see if it's popular. More water, folks?" The glamorous Carta Lola Carolina, counterwoman and waitress, filled our glasses."If you'd gotten a couple of hot dogs, we all could be eating," I, Norman Gnormal, said."I offered you forks for sharing," Billy said, licking his fingers."Share that goop? Gooey gravy and mashed potatoes? I might still throw up." Henry Count Dorkula pulled his cape out of harm's way as Billy Furball began licking spilled gravy off the table."Little boys and girl of the night, I have an announcement." Mr. Talbot, our faculty advisor, lurched up to our table."So announce!" said Lucy Fang."I have to go to England," he announced."I'll go with you," Billy Furball said."Why?" Lucy Fang asked."Because I want to," Billy Furball said."Not you, slob face. Why does Mr. Talbot have to go to England?""I must see about my Uncle Bill's will." Text coyright copy; 2002 by Daniel Pinkwater Chapter Two "Your Uncle Bill died?" I asked."In 1904. He was my great-uncle," Mr. Talbot said."Isn't it a little late to see about his will?" Lucy Fang asked."Things move slower abroad," Mr. Talbot said."A broad what?" Billy Furball asked."Broad? Like a chick, like a dame, like a girl?" Henry Count Dorkula asked."Woman, mini-brain." Lucy Fang said. "Not 'girl' or 'chick' or 'dame.'""They move slower when they're wide?" Ralf Alfa asked."Abroad.As in overseas. Over the water. Away from the United States," Mr. Talbot explained."I'm going with you!" Billy Furball was bouncing up and down in his chair."What's with you, Billy?" Ralf Alfa asked."I want to see the royalty. In person.""But you hate royalty. You're an antimonarchist," said Lucy Fang."Right. I'm going to stand outside Buckingham Palace and boo them. Maybe I'll throw rotten tomatoes. ""Let's all go," said Ralf Alfa."And how exactly do you propose to pay for your tickets?" asked Mr. Talbot. "I notice you're sitting here drinking water and eating nothing.""Maybe you'd be willing to extend us a small loan, Henry suggested."Come to think of it, I don't have enough money for my own ticket," Mr. Talbot said. Text coyright copy; 2002 by Daniel Pinkwater