Toy Dance Party: Being the Further Adventures of a Bossyboots Stingray, a Courageous Buffalo, & a Hopeful Round Someone Called Plastic (Toys Go Out)
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“A bit like the great movie Toy Story and a bit like the wonderful Kate DiCamillo book The Miraculous Journey of Edward Tulane. This is a great family book.” —The Washington Post on Toys Go Out, the companion to Toy Dance Party
Here is the second book in the highly acclaimed Toys trilogy, which includes the companion books Toys Go Out and Toys Come Home and chronicles the unforgettable adventures of three brave and loving toys.
Lumphy, Stingray, and Plastic are back! And this time the three extraordinary friends find that their little girl has left for winter vacation and taken a box of dominoes, a stegosaurus puzzle, and two Barbie dolls—but not them. Could she have forgotten them?
As the girl starts to grow up, the three best friends must join together to brave a blizzard, save the toy mice from the vacuum, and make sure that they’ll always have the little girl’s love. (And they still have time to throw an all-out dance party with the washing machine!)
"Poignant and compelling, this sequel sparkles." —Kirkus Reviews, Starred
From the Hardcover edition.
on her stuffed duck while Honey tries on dress-up clothes. StingRay would really like some glitter makeup. Plastic would really like some glitter makeup, too. Even Lumphy would not mind some glitter makeup, so long as he could wash it off, later. But Honey isn’t playing with them, checking on them, or even talking about them. She is pulling her Barbie box out of a plastic shopping bag. She brought that stupid box and those silent Barbies along on the sleepover! Honey and Shay dress the
Barbies, and undress the Barbies, and brush their hair, and put their hair in ponytails, and dress the Barbies, and undress the Barbies, and wonder why one of them has teeth marks on its leg, and why the other one has teeth marks on its hand, and then forget about that and dress the Barbies, and undress the Barbies, and brush their hair, and dress the Barbies again. For a very long time. Finally, they pack up and it seems as if maybe they’re going to do something with Lumphy,
rack. Holding her corner in his mouth, he drags her as fast as he can into the Girl’s bedroom, where StingRay is tossing and flopping. With one big motion, Lumphy throws TukTuk on top of StingRay, covering her eyes, her flippers, her whole body. “Where are the lights?” StingRay yells. It’s all yellow in here! I’m going blind. I’ll never see another sunrise. Lumphy will have to lead me around so I don’t bump into furniture!” StingRay is still twisting and crying, but the weight of TukTuk is
bounds around the room squealing, “Stop! Stop!” The mice—Bonkers, Millie, Brownie, and Rocky—view the proceedings as entertainment. StingRay bangs Lumphy with the other flipper, this time on his woolly buffalo neck. “Ooh,” squeaks Millie. “She landed a good one on him, there!” “They need to control their tempers,” says Rocky. “They should use their words.” StingRay hits Lumphy in the tummy with her tail—Bap!—knocking him over. Now Lumphy, back on his feet, lowers his head and shakes his
to see a movie. I would have liked it as much as StingRay. I would have liked it more, actually.” Another kick. Harder, this time, and ooohhh, the chair wobbles and—the basket on it tips. The stuff in the basket tumbles out: yarn and thread and needles and fabric. It is a craft basket, and several balls of rainbow yarn land on top of Lumphy. He jerks his head around, but that only serves to stick his horns tight into an acrylic-blend ball. He rolls on his back, on his side, on his back, oofa