{"product_id":"calvin-coconut-kung-fooey-isbn-9780375865060","title":"Calvin Coconut: Kung Fooey","description":"Calvin Coconut's fourth-grade class meets Benni Obi, a weird and likable new kid. Benny brags about knowing kung fu, eats worms, crickets, and chocolate-covered scorpions, and says all the wrong things to bully Tito. Uh-oh. Meanwhile, neighborhood kids and pets clear the road—Calvin's babysitter Stella is learning how to drive. She's got a lead foot. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eReaders will enjoy the humor in \u003ci\u003eKung Fooey\u003c\/i\u003e as Calvin's smarts and courage help him learn something new about standing up for friends, and facing a bully.GRAHAM SALISBURY is the author of five Calvin Coconut books: \u003ci\u003eTrouble Magnet, The Zippy Fix, Dog Heaven, Zoo Breath,\u003c\/i\u003e and \u003ci\u003eHero of Hawaii,\u003c\/i\u003e as well as several novels for older readers, including the award-winning \u003ci\u003eLord of the Deep, Blue Skin of the Sea,\u003c\/i\u003e and \u003ci\u003eUnder the Blood-Red Sun.\u003c\/i\u003e Graham Salisbury grew up in Hawaii. Calvin Coconut and his friends attend the same school Graham did—Kailua Elementary School.1\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eKung Fu\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOne morning I slid off my top bunk and staggered over to the wall to measure myself. Maybe I’d grown overnight.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI grabbed a book and pencil, and made a mark.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Aaack!”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMy sleepy dog, Streak, leaped off the bottom bunk and ran around the room barking. What’s up? What’s up? What’s up?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Aaaaaaaack!” I screamed again.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI burst out of my room.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Mom! Mom!” I shouted, stumbling into the kitchen from my bedroom in the garage. “Something’s wrong!”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMom grabbed my shoulders. “Settle down, Calvin, settle down.” Her face was a frown of concern. “Now . . . what’s wrong?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“I’m shrinking, Mom! For real! I measured myself and--”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Shrinking.” It wasn’t a question. She raised an eyebrow.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Yeah, Mom, I’m getting smaller, not bigger.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMy six-year-old sister, Darci, sat frozen at the breakfast counter gaping at me, her spoon dripping milk into her cereal bowl. Stella, the tenth-grader who had come to live with us to help Mom, stood at the kitchen sink with her back to us. She didn’t care that I was shrinking to death. She didn’t even turn around.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMom let go and brushed dog hair off my T-shirt. “What makes you think you’re shrinking, Calvin?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Well . . . I . . . I, uh . . .”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCalm down. Breathe.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI gulped. “I just measured myself on the wall in my room and I’m . . . I’m an inch shorter than I was last week. I’m not kidding, Mom, there’s something wrong with me . . . and . . . and . . .”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMaybe I was dying. Maybe my time was up.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI took a deep breath.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMom tried really hard not to smile. “There must be some mistake, Cal. People don’t just go around getting smaller.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eStella spurted out a laugh and staggered away from the sink.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMom turned to look at her. “Stella,” she said, and left the word hanging--which was Mom’s way of hinting that laughing at a shrinking person wasn’t very nice.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eStella bent over, holding her stomach, laughing and laughing.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Stop!” I said. “I’m . . . disappearing, and that’s not funny!”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eStella’s eyes were wet with tears. She pointed at me, trying to speak, but couldn’t. My shrinking problem was the funniest thing she’d ever heard in her entire life.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Well, I am!” I said to her. “You’d be worried, too, if you were getting smaller!”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMom studied Stella. “Stella, did you . . . ?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eStella tried to stop laughing but burst out again, even louder than before.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMom cupped the side of my face with her hand. “I think Stella just got you, sweetie.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Huh?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eStella ripped off a paper towel and dabbed at her eyes. Her shoulders bounced as she laughed. “Oh, oh, oh! This is just too good.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMom bent close and whispered, “Stella played a trick. I think she added a line to your measuring chart. You’re not shrinking.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“A . . . what?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“An extra line. Above the real mark. So it looks like you shrunk.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHeat flushed over my face. I squinted at Stella. “I’ll get you. I’m not kidding. You better watch out.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eStella laughed until she choked on her own spit. “Anyone could fool you, Stump. Anyone!”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Yeah, well, you drive like an idiot and everyone laughs at you!”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThat wasn’t a very good comeback, but it was all I could think of. Stella was trying to get her driver’s license. She already had her permit. Mom and Stella’s boyfriend, Clarence, were teaching her how to drive.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Lame,” she said. “Really, really lame.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThat was just the beginning of a truly strange day.","brand":"Yearling","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46301374972133,"sku":"NP9780375865060","price":7.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/1842\/7735\/files\/9780375865060.jpg?v=1767723293","url":"https:\/\/k12savings.com\/es\/products\/calvin-coconut-kung-fooey-isbn-9780375865060","provider":"K12savings","version":"1.0","type":"link"}