Mr Gum in 'The Hound of Lamonic Bibber' Bumper Book
Andy Stanton, David Tazzyman
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Mr Gum in ‘The Hound of Lamonic Bibber’ Bumper Book Step once more into Lamonic Bibber my friends - if you dare. In the dead of night, when all the stars are sleeping and the moon’s nipped off for a coffee, something dark and sinister stalks the streets of Lamonic Bibber. As a fog rolls in from the sea, carrying with it the unmistakeable whiff of pancakes and utter dread, an unearthly howl echoes through the cold midnight air. But who – or what – is at work here? Shabba me suspense-filled whiskers, this one will require some serious detective work!
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Andy Stanton’s internationally best-selling series has won everything from the Blue Peter Book Award (twice) the Roald Dahl Funny Prize and the Red House Children’s Book Award.
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Holmes-iest, clue-discov’ring-est Detective bloke we’ve ever, EVER seeeeeeeeen!’ ‘Well, now do you believe me?’ panted Friday. ‘I thinks so,’ said Polly. ‘THE TRUTH IS A LEMON MERINGUE!’ yelled Friday, as he sometimes liked to do. ‘Let’s get detecting!’ Chapter 7 A Clue or Two Back at Billy William’s butcher’s shop, Mr Gum and Billy were having a deep and meaningful discussion about life. ‘I’ll tell you who I hate,’ said Mr Gum thoughtfully, as he chewed on an out-of-date pork
nearly became real for a moment. ‘We need to stay awake, because tonight we’re going on a stake-out. Plus I quite fancy a coffee anyway.’ Chapter 8 The Stake-out Swirl. Night time once again and the fog was back, thick and whirling. Almost everyone in town was fast asleep in bed. Not the same bed, that would be weird. Different beds. In the zoo, all the animals had been switched off for the night. A copy of that morning’s Lamonical Chronicle blew along the deserted pavement, its
Knowledge™. ‘Frides,’ said Polly slowly, ‘can you sing that last bit again?’ ‘I am no baby with a dummy, always crying for his mummy,’ sang Friday – and that was it. The final piece of the puzzle slotted into place and Polly’s brain went ‘DING!’ so loudly even Friday heard it. ‘HOFFLESTICKS!’ she exclaimed. ‘Now I knows how them villains was able to get ’way with it, the sneakies! Come on, Frides,’ said Polly. ‘You’re gonna need loads more coffee to keeps you awake. An’ I’m a-gonna needs to
secretively through the town, wrapping itself around lampposts and dustbins like a ghost, turning everything it touched into a mystery. ‘’Tis the worst fog this town has ever seen,’ whispered Old Granny. ‘’Tis the worst –’ ‘Go back home, Old Granny,’ whispered Friday kindly. ‘You’re not meant to be in this bit of the story.’ ‘Sorry,’ said Old Granny, who was a bit drunk. And taking a sip of sherry from the bottle she always kept hidden in the fog she toddled off home, leaving Polly and Friday
once belong But now that time is past and gone And so we sing our joyful song The moustache has been passed on! The moustache has been passed on! The moustache has been passed on! It’s twirly and curly and rather long And it once nearly got eaten by a swan Called John the Swan who lived in Hong Kong The moustache has been passed on! The moustache has been passed on! The moustache has been passed on! There’s not many words that rhyme with ‘on’ We’ve already used ‘swan’ and ‘John’