Tut, Tut #6 (Time Warp Trio)

Tut, Tut #6 (Time Warp Trio)

Jon Scieszka

Language: English

Pages: 80

ISBN: 0142400475

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

Everyone’s favorite time-travelers are changing their styles!  The Time Warp Trio series now features a brand-new, eye-catching design, sure to appeal to longtime fans, and those new to Jon Scieszka’s wacky brand of humor.

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a woman wearing the two Pharaoh crowns,” said Anna. “I’ll bet you your week’s allowance you didn‘t,” I said. “I’ll bet you I did,” said Anna, putting Cleo down and looking through the pile of Egypt books. “And you have to clean the kitty litter for my week, too,” I added. Sam drew a few more teeth on the figure of the Devourer in the Weighing of the Heart scene in his scroll, then stood back to admire all three projects. “Congratulations Trio,” said Sam. “Here we have three excellent

closing, and Thutmose ran down the hall, leaving us in the dim circle of light cast by the fire. I started to unwrap Anna and noticed something strange. “Didn’t you say you put these covers on yourself?” I asked. “I was cold.” “But these are tied in knots.” “Hey,” said Sam. He adjusted his glasses to study a stack of papyrus scrolls next to the fireplace. “Book of the Dead texts. Here’s the whole scene of the Weighing of the Heart: Anubis checking the scale with the heart and the feather of

next week. And Fred can clean the week after.” Fred and I dug in our pockets and handed over our cash. Sam just kept his arms folded. “You know—I don’t think we really lost the bet, because it was Cleo who helped us, not Isis. I mean come on, she’s a mythological figure. What proof do we have that it wasn’t just a lucky accident? Maybe Cleo was just looking for her litter box and knocked down the papyrus where The Book was hidden.” Anna sat her Barbie down on my sugar-cube temple. “Maybe we

Egyptologists seem to have forgotten,” lectured Sam, “that the authorities usually punished grave robbers by chopping off their hands. So I’m staying right here. No one is going to call me a grave robber.” Fred went back to the statues. “Oh come on, you chicken. They won’t miss a few gold pieces.” I looked at Sam, sitting on his hands. I looked at Fred, digging in a dead person’s treasure. “Are you both nuts? Fred, get away from that stuff. Sam, get on your feet. We are going to find The Book,

rule when I grow up,” said Thutmose. He looked around, and everyone including Fred, Sam, and me naturally gave him a little bow. There was definitely something kingly about him. “To the boats everyone,” he ordered. “We’re going back to the palace.” Thutmose led us down from the cliffs to a broad, slow-moving river. A whole gang of attendants trailed behind. Hatsnat brought up the rear whispering something to two of his priests. I recognized them as the ones who had dropped the trunk in Hatsnat’s

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