What's for Dinner, Mr Gum?
Andy Stanton, David Tazzyman
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The side-splitting sixth installment of the Mr Gum series
Mr Gum's back! But what's he up to this time? Oh, dreadful things my friends, dreadful things indeed. Seems he's found himself a brand new treat—rancid kebabs just dripping with dirty grey sauce. And he just can't get enough of them. He's gotta have more! But not everyone's too happy about Mr Gum's new dinnertime arrangements and soon the town of Lamonic Bibber is gearing up for war. Can Polly and her friends save the town from being torn apart? Will Mr Gum's hunger ever be satisfied? And who on earth is Thora Gruntwinkle? Readers will find the answers to these questions, and they'll also see a gingerbread man driving through London, an annoying little monkey driving everyone mad, and Friday O'Leary falling asleep in a hedge!
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, or stored in a database or retrieval system, without the prior written permission of the publisher. First e-book edition 2011 ISBN: 978-1-4052-59323 For Andy, Kathy and Ellie And for Bob, the fattest cat in L.A. Contents Cover Title Page Copyright Chapter 1 Off to the Seaside! Chapter 2 Butcher Shop Blues Chapter 3 Billy on the Trail Chapter 4 Greasy
married in the sunshine. Polly, Alan Taylor, Old Granny, big-hearted Jonathan Ripples, Martin Launderette – everyone! Well, almost everyone. ‘I ain’t going to no stupid flippin’ weddin’ business,’ scowled Mr Gum as the townsfolk skipped off. ‘Shabba me whiskers! What a dirty rotten bother the whole thing is!’ ‘I ain’t goin’ neither,’ said Billy William the Third, spitting into a molehill to annoy whatever might be down there, most likely a mole. ‘Love – who needs it? No one, that’s who.’
About the Author About the Illustrator PRAISE FOR Mr Gum Some of the crazy old townsfolk from Lamonic Bibber Chapter 1 Off to the Seaside! This is the story of the Battle of Lamonic Bibber, or as it became known, the Dinnertime Wars or, as it didn’t become known, Ghostbusters III. And know this, my friends – it was a terrible conflict indeed. Like all wars it was full of madness and anger. Like all wars there were courageous heroes and dastardly villains. Like practically all wars
ground. The streets ran red with chilli sauce. A news reporter tried to sneak in with a helicopter but Greasy Ian got him with a pickled egg right between the eyes and he went home and cried to his mum. KA-BLIMMMMMO! By day the sun was hidden behind clouds of oily smoke. By night the sun was hidden because it was night-time. The townsfolk hid in their houses and the days grew dark, for that ghastly demon WAR stalked the earth, my friends. WAR, WAR, WAR! The entrails soared and the fat
businessman or eaten by a Beefeater for dessert. ‘We’ve got to find Thora Gruntwinkle and I think I know where she might be.’ ‘You do?’ said Friday O’Leary in surprise. ‘I certainly do,’ said Alan Taylor. ‘Do you remember what I was like when you first met me?’ ‘I remembers,’ said Polly. ‘You was a horrid little richie with far too much money for your own goods. You was always splashin’ it about an’ showin’ off like nobody’s fat business.’ ‘That’s right, Polly,’ said Alan Taylor. ‘But have