{"product_id":"a-royal-pain-in-the-burp-15-isbn-9780448482835","title":"A Royal Pain in the Burp #15","description":"George and his classmates are giving reports on their family trees, and their presentations will be broadcast on the local news. George is excited, but when he discovers he’s related to the king of Arfendonia—a place no one has ever heard of—he panics. What if he makes a fool of himself on live TV? And even worse, what if his burp decides to make a guest appearance? Then George will be a total royal embarrassment!Nancy Krulik has written over one hundred books for children and young adults, including two\u003ci\u003e New York Times\u003c\/i\u003e best sellers. Her very first story (in first grade) was about how she wanted to be Mary Poppins because she wanted to dance in the park with Bert and the penguins. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAaron Blecha was raised by a school of giant squid in Wisconsin and now lives with his family by the south English seaside. He works as an artist designing funny characters, animating cartoons, and illustrating books, including the Harry Hammer shark series. You can enjoy more of his weird creations at www.monstersquid.com.\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003eChapter 1\u003cbr\u003e \u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003cbr\u003e “I want everyone to enjoy a big piece of my Monday-morning surprise,” Mrs. Kelly told the fourth-graders as she put plates on each of their desks. “It’s \u003cb\u003emonkey bread\u003c\/b\u003e! And it’s delicious.”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e George Brown had never seen anything like this. It did not look delicious. It looked \u003cb\u003elumpy and brown\u003c\/b\u003e.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “Is this bread made from monkeys?” George asked nervously.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Everyone in the class started laughing.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “No,” Mrs. Kelly assured him. “It’s made from flour, cinnamon, and sugar. Many people bake monkey bread, but this is my grandmother’s special recipe.”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “Why is it called monkey bread?” George asked.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “I don’t really know,” Mrs. Kelly admitted. “But some people say monkey bread got its name because it resembles the bark of the \u003cb\u003emonkey puzzle tree\u003c\/b\u003e.”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “What’s a monkey puzzle?” Max asked. “Is that like a jigsaw puzzle?”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Mrs. Kelly walked over to her computer and posted a picture on the smart board.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “This is a monkey puzzle tree,” Mrs. Kelly said, pointing to the picture of a tall evergreen tree with grayish-brown bark.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e George looked at the picture. The tree didn’t look very much like the \u003cb\u003ebrown lump \u003c\/b\u003eon the plate in front of him.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “Monkey bread’s delicious, dude,” said George’s friend Alex. “Try it.”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e George wasn’t sure. But Alex had never lied to him. So George picked off a piece and took a bite.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “Mmmm . . . ,” George said. \u003cb\u003e“That \u003ci\u003eis\u003c\/i\u003e good.” \u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “Told ya,” Alex replied. He took a big bite of his monkey bread.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “This has raisins in it,” Sage said. “I’ve never had monkey bread with raisins before.”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “That’s how my grandmother made it in the bakery she ran,” Mrs. Kelly explained.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “Wow, I wish \u003ci\u003emy \u003c\/i\u003egrandmother ran a bakery,” George said. “Then I could get \u003cb\u003efree cookies and cakes\u003c\/b\u003e all the time.”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “I did,” Mrs. Kelly said. “I was very lucky. Growing up, many of my relatives were in the food business. Like my great-uncle Edgar. He ran an ostrich farm. So I got free \u003cb\u003eostrich eggs\u003c\/b\u003e. Those eggs were huge. You could make an omelet that would feed three people with . . .”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e George wanted to pay attention to what his teacher was saying. He really did. But he couldn’t. He was too focused on what his \u003ci\u003ebelly\u003c\/i\u003e was saying.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e \u003ci\u003eBing-bong. Ping-pong.\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e George’s tummy was making all kinds of noises. It was \u003cb\u003efull of bubbles\u003c\/b\u003e. Not just any kind of bubbles. Strong, crazy bubbles. The kind of bubbles that slam-danced against his stomach and boomeranged off his bladder.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e \u003ci\u003eBubbles that could cause a lot of trouble if they burst out of him.\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e George had to keep himself from burping. Because if the burp got loose, there was no telling what \u003cb\u003ehorrible\u003c\/b\u003e thing it would make him do. After all, the burp had gotten him in trouble plenty of times before.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e It all started when George and his family had moved to Beaver Brook. George’s dad was in the army, and his family moved around a lot. So George knew that first days at school could be \u003cb\u003epretty rotten\u003c\/b\u003e. But \u003ci\u003ethis\u003c\/i\u003e first day was the rottenest.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e In his old school, George had been the class clown. But George had promised himself that things were going to be different at Edith B. Sugarman Elementary School. No more pranks. No more \u003cb\u003egoofing on teachers\u003c\/b\u003e when their backs were turned.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Unfortunately, no one at George’s new school even noticed the non-funny new kid. They acted like he was \u003cb\u003einvisible\u003c\/b\u003e.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e That night, George’s parents took him out to Ernie’s Ice Cream Emporium. While they were sitting outside and George was finishing his root beer float, a shooting star flashed across the sky. \u003cb\u003eSo George made a wish.\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e \u003ci\u003eI want to make kids laugh—but not get into trouble.\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Unfortunately, the star was gone before George could finish the wish. So only half came true—the first half.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e A minute later, George had a \u003cb\u003efunny feeling\u003c\/b\u003e in his belly. It was like there were hundreds of tiny bubbles bouncing around in there. The bubbles ping-ponged their way into his chest, and bing-bonged their way up into his throat. And then . . . \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e George let out a big burp. A \u003ci\u003ehuge\u003c\/i\u003e burp. A SUPER burp!\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e The super burp was loud, and it was \u003ci\u003emagic\u003c\/i\u003e.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Suddenly George lost control of his arms and legs. It was like they had minds of their own. His hands grabbed straws and \u003cb\u003estuck them up his nose\u003c\/b\u003e, making him look like a walrus. His feet jumped up on the table and started dancing the hokey pokey. Everyone at Ernie’s Emporium started laughing—except George’s parents, who were covered in the \u003cb\u003eice cream\u003c\/b\u003e he’d kicked over while he was dancing.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e The burp came back over and over again. And every time it did, it made \u003cb\u003ea mess of things\u003c\/b\u003e. A mess George got in trouble for. Which was why George couldn’t let that burp burst out of him now!\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e But the burp really wanted to come out and play.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e \u003ci\u003eCling clang! \u003c\/i\u003eAlready the bubbles were kicking at his kidneys and climbing up his colon.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e \u003ci\u003eTwing twang!\u003c\/i\u003e The bubbles twisted around his teeth and tickled his tongue.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e And then . . . \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Uh-oh! The magical super burp was free. Now whatever the burp wanted to do, George had to do. And what the burp wanted to do was \u003cb\u003emonkey around\u003c\/b\u003e.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e His mouth started making monkey sounds. “Ook, ook, ook!”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e His arms started scratching at his fur . . . uh . . . er, \u003ci\u003eskin\u003c\/i\u003e.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e His back curved. And his feet started bouncing up and down.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “George is getting all\u003cb\u003e weird \u003c\/b\u003eagain!” Louie Farley told Mrs. Kelly.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e George frowned. Louie was such a \u003cb\u003etattletale\u003c\/b\u003e. Not that Mrs. Kelly had to be told. It was hard to miss all that ooking, scratching, and bouncing.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “Ook! Ook!” George said. \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e His hands stopped scratching just long enough to grab \u003cb\u003ea big hunk\u003c\/b\u003e of monkey bread from Mrs. Kelly’s desk. Then he shoved the bread into his mouth.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “George, that’s rude!” Mrs. Kelly scolded. “Sit down now!”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e George wanted to sit down. He really did. But George wasn’t in charge. The burp was. And it wanted to go ape!\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “Ook! Ook!”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Scratch, scratch.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e \u003ci\u003ePop!\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Just then, George felt something \u003cb\u003eburst in his belly\u003c\/b\u003e. All the air rushed out of him. The super burp was gone. But George was still there, all bent over with his hands scratching his sides.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “Oooh. George is gonna get it now,” Louie told his pals, Max and Mike.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Mrs. Kelly sighed. She said, “I know monkey bread is delicious. Especially the first time you try it. But that’s \u003cb\u003eno excuse\u003c\/b\u003e for just grabbing it, George.”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e George sat down and opened his mouth to say “I’m sorry.” And that’s exactly what came out.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Mrs. Kelly nodded. Then she continued with the lesson. “My grandmother and my great-uncle Edgar were fascinating people. But I’ll bet you don’t know why I told you about them.”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e The kids all \u003cb\u003estared\u003c\/b\u003e at her. They had no idea.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “Everyone has interesting people in their family,” Mrs. Kelly explained. “And you’re going to learn about \u003ci\u003eyour \u003c\/i\u003erelatives when we study our \u003cb\u003efamily trees\u003c\/b\u003e in social studies this week.”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “Social studies?” Max asked. “Didn’t we just study trees in\u003ci\u003e science\u003c\/i\u003e?”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “Family trees aren’t real trees,” Mrs. Kelly explained. “They’re your family history. I want each of you to research your family tree to find someone who did something \u003cb\u003eunexpected or exciting\u003c\/b\u003e.”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “What if everyone in our family tree is boring?” George asked.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “I’ll bet there’s someone in your family who did something surprising,” Mrs. Kelly assured him. “And you’re going to get to tell everyone in Beaver Brook about it on Friday night during our \u003cb\u003eFamily Tree Festival Assembly\u003c\/b\u003e.”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “How are we going to fit everyone from Beaver Brook in the auditorium?” Mike asked.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “We’re not,” Mrs. Kelly assured him. “Your parents will be invited to come to the assembly. Everyone else can \u003cb\u003ewatch on TV\u003c\/b\u003e at home. A reporter from \u003ci\u003eChannel Forty-Seven\u003c\/i\u003e \u003ci\u003eNews\u003c\/i\u003e will be there to film your reports for a special they’re doing on family trees.”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e That got George’s attention. TV was a huge deal. \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “Wow!” Julianna exclaimed. “That’s the news my family watches.”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “Mine too,” Sage said. “I love the way they make\u003cb\u003e little frowny faces\u003c\/b\u003e on the raindrops during the weather report.”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “I’m going to have to get a haircut if I’m going to be on TV,” Louie said. “I want to look good.”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003eGeorge snickered.\u003c\/b\u003e It would take more than a haircut to make Louie look good.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “How are we going to find out about our ancestors?” Alex asked Mrs. Kelly.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “You can start online,” Mrs. Kelly explained. “I will show you a website that locates documents that tell you where \u003cb\u003eyour relatives\u003c\/b\u003e came from and what jobs they had.”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “I don’t need a website to tell me my relatives had important jobs that made a lot of money,” Louie said. “The Farleys are all important—and rich.”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “Don’t be so sure,” Mrs. Kelly warned Louie. “You never know what you may find out when you look into your history. \u003cb\u003eStrange branches\u003c\/b\u003e can be found on family trees.”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “Who knows what kind of strange things are hanging from George’s tree,” George heard Louie whisper to Max and Mike.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Alex must have heard it, too, because he whispered to George, “Louie’s a jerk.”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e George laughed. “Yeah. 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