{"product_id":"welcome-to-wonderland-2-beach-party-surf-monkey-isbn-9780553536133","title":"Welcome to Wonderland #2: Beach Party Surf Monkey","description":"\u003cb\u003e“Outrageous hijinks and nonstop hilarity—five-stars!\" —Lincoln Peirce, author of the Big Nate series\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eFrom the bestselling author of \u003ci\u003eEscape from Mr. Lemoncello’s Library \u003c\/i\u003eand coauthor with James Patterson of I Funny, House of Robots, and Treasure Hunters, comes the second hilarious, fun-in-the-sun adventure in his illustrated series about all the wacky things that happen when you live in a motel!\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e There’s always something wacky happening when you live in a motel, and P.T. (named after P. T. Barnum, of course) has grown up at the world’s wackiest! When word gets out that the hottest teen idols in Hollywood (plus current YouTube sensation Kevin the Monkey!) will be filming their next movie—\u003ci\u003eBeach Party Surf Monkey\u003c\/i\u003e—right in St. Pete’s Beach, Florida, P.T. and his friend Gloria know that the Wonderland would be the \u003ci\u003eperfect\u003c\/i\u003e location. Now they just have to convince the producers!\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e But when things start to go wrong (crazed fans? missing stars?), it will take all of Gloria’s business genius and P.T.’s wild stories to save the movie before both it \u003ci\u003eand\u003c\/i\u003e the Wonderland are all washed up!\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e BONUS: Includes fun extras like P.T. and Gloria’s Famous Fact-or-Fiction Quiz: Movie Edition\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHere's What People are saying about Welcome to Wonderland!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Outrageous hijinks and nonstop hilarity—five-stars! Kids who check into this madcap motel will want to stay forever!” —Lincoln Peirce, author of the Big Nate series\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"So funny I fell off my bed!\"--Izzy B., age 10\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Classic Grabenstein. The mystery should satisfy Grabenstein’s “Mr. Lemoncello” followers, and the humor and visuals will appeal to fans of his collaborations with James Patterson. This new series should be a hit.\"—\u003ci\u003eSchool Library Journal\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“A  delight. P.T. is a hoot and a half. A funny, madcap dash.\"—\u003ci\u003eKirkus Reviews \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Charm galore. Easy and breezy, this well-paced novel . . . belongs in the hands of any readers wanting their bad guys bad, their good guys great, and a little of Wonderland’s promised fun in the sun.”\u003ci\u003e—\u003ci\u003e\u003ci\u003eThe Bulletin of the Center for Children’s Books\u003c\/i\u003e \u003c\/i\u003e \u003c\/i\u003e\u003cb\u003eHere's what people are saying about Welcome to Wonderland!\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e*Sunshine State Young Readers Award List * South Carolina Book Award Nominee * Grand Canyon Reader Award Nominee * Winner of Sid Fleischman Humor Award (for Book 1, Home, Sweet, Motel)\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Delivers humor, adventure . . . and plenty of fun in the Florida sun.\"—\u003ci\u003eBooklist\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Classic Grabenstein. This new series should be a HIT.\"—\u003ci\u003eSchool Library Journal\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"A delight. P.T. is a HOOT AND A HALF. A funny, madcap dash.\"—\u003ci\u003eKirkus Reviews\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Charm galore. EASY and BREEZY. . . belongs in the hands of any readers wanting their bad guys bad, their good guys great, and a little of Wonderland's promised fun in the sun.\"—\u003ci\u003eThe Bulletin of the Center for Children's Books\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"The story makes you want to read MORE.\"—\u003ci\u003eKidsday, Newsday\u003c\/i\u003eChris Grabenstein is the author of the \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestsellers \u003ci\u003eEscape from Mr. Lemoncello’s Library, Mr. Lemoncello’s Library Olympics,\u003c\/i\u003e and \u003ci\u003eThe Island of Dr. Libris\u003c\/i\u003e and has coauthored numerous bestselling books with James Patterson, including the I Funny, House of Robots, and Treasure Hunters series and \u003ci\u003eJacky Ha-Ha.\u003c\/i\u003e Chris grew up going to St. Petersburg, Florida, every summer and loved visiting roadside attractions like Gatorland, the fabulous Tiki Gardens, Weeki Wachee Springs, and the “talking mermaids” at Webb’s City. You can visit Chris at chrisgrabenstein.com.1\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Scary Tales\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “When you live in a motel,” I told my audience, “you never know when your neighbors might be fiendish jewel thieves!”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Like always, the whole cafeteria was hanging on my every word. Even the lunch ladies in their plastic shower caps had come out to hear what I’d say next. It was so quiet you could hear a straw squeak its way into a milk carton.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “ ‘Was it dangerous?’ you ask. Of course it was! Was I afraid? Ha! Never!”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “How about when the tiger roared?” said my friend Gloria Ortega. “You looked pretty scared then.”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e I ignored her and kept going.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e (That’s one of the best things about being a storyteller. You don’t have to put in \u003ci\u003eall\u003c\/i\u003e the details.)\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “So there we were,” I said, “me and Gloria, tailing the two most wanted men in all of Florida.”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “The notorious Sneemer brothers!” added Gloria. “From Miami!”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “But we weren’t after the two thieves,” I said. “Oh, no. We wanted the jewels they’d stolen from the Miami Palm Tree Hotel. Diamonds! Emeralds! Rubies! Cubic zirconias!”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “That’s not really a jewel,” whispered Gloria. \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “Whatever,” I whispered back.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e And then I amped it up for my big finish, which, by the way, is the most important part of any story. “That’s where the race is won,” Grandpa always says. “At the finish line!”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e It was time to give it everything I had.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “We tracked those two banditos all the way to Tampa International Airport, where we saw them check a bag at curbside—an aluminum attaché case with a combination lock! They’d had it handcuffed to their wrists all day long. . . .”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “And they just checked it at curbside?” asked Pinky Nelligan, one of my best buds, which means he should know better than to ask logical questions while I’m busy making stuff up.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “It was their big mistake,” I told him. “Every crook makes one. Some return to the scene of the crime. Some brag to the wrong people. Some check their loot with a baggage handler when they should’ve kept it chained to their wrists!”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Pinky nodded. So did everybody else.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “Anyway, Gloria and I saw the airline baggage handler put the metal briefcase on a cart.”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Gloria gave me a “We did?” look. \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e It didn’t slow me down.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “We chased that cart into the terminal, where another airline worker tossed the briefcase onto a conveyor belt. It disappeared behind some black rubber flaps. So I jumped onto the conveyor belt, too!”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “Didn’t the security guards stop you?” asked Kate Mackenzie Williams.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “Oh, they tried,” I said with a grin. “But I’m slippery when I want to be. I wasn’t going to let them catch me! Even though it meant I might end up in the cargo hold of a jumbo jet headed to Timbuktu!”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e 2\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Story Time\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “So did you catch up with the briefcase?” asked Kate. \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “Oh, yeah,” I said. “I followed it all the way out to the runway, where these two big dudes were loading up a plane. They wondered what I was doing riding on a conveyor belt with a bunch of suitcases. I told them I was a bounty hunter following a tip.”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “And they believed you?”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “They did when I showed them my badge.”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e I flashed a tin sheriff’s deputy star, which has been crammed inside my wallet since forever. My grandpa used to give the badges away at our motel, the Wonderland, back when he had a ride-along train that looped through the parking lot. Masked actors pretending to be bandits regularly attacked it. Grandpa needed lots of deputies. I have a ton of badges.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “The baggage handlers believed me even more when I popped open that aluminum attaché case and showed them all the hot rocks.”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “You mean that candy that explodes in your mouth?” said Kate.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “No,” I said. “Those are Pop Rocks.”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “ ‘Hot rocks’ is what cops call stolen jewelry,” said Pinky. “Right, P.T.?”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “Yep.”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “What about the jewel thieves?” asked Kate. “What happened to them?”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e I shrugged. “Like I said, Gloria and I weren’t after the outlaws. We just wanted to return those precious family heirlooms to their rightful owners.” \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “And pick up the reward money from the insurance company,” added Pinky.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “Oh, yeah. That, too!”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “Was it a million-dollar reward?” asked Kate. \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “Due to the terms of our settlement,” said Gloria, who’s an incredible business wiz and knows how to talk like a lawyer when she has to, “we are not at liberty to divulge the exact amount.”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “That means we can’t tell you how much cash we scored,” I told the crowd. “But today, ladies and gentlemen, the Nutty Buddies and ice-cream sandwiches are on us!”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e \u003ci\u003e“Woo-hoo!”\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Everybody except Gloria and me streamed back to the cafeteria line to grab an ice-cream treat. We strolled outside to meet her dad in front of the school.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Gloria and Mr. Ortega are “extended stay” guests at my family’s motel on St. Pete Beach because Mr. Ortega recently landed a job as a sports reporter on WTSP, our local CBS station.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “He’s working his way up the dial” is how Gloria puts it. “Hopping from one station to the next, moving from city to city, hoping to one day land his dream job at ESPN.”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “ESPN is the leader of the pack,” Mr. Ortega tells me all the time. “And if you’re not running with the lead dogs, P.T., all you see is a bunch of furry butts.”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Anyway, right after the news broke that “Two Florida kids solve decades-old jewel heist,” all sorts of TV and radio people wanted to interview me and Gloria. Well, mostly me. Gloria “doesn’t do” TV.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “That’s Dad’s wheelhouse,” she says.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e I had no idea what manning the wheel of a boat had to do with being on TV, but I agreed to handle all the press requests—including the call from \u003ci\u003eEveryday Superstars\u003c\/i\u003e, a show on ESPN5 that airs at like three in the morning . . . every other Tuesday.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e I told them I’d do it—but only if Manny Ortega (that’s Mr. Ortega’s TV name) did the interview.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e I wanted to help him run with the big dogs.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Hey, he’s a good guy. He should look at stuff besides furry dog butts.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e 3\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e More Famous Than Amos!\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “I am standing with P. T. Wilkie, the boy who cracked the fabled Miami Palm Tree Hotel jewel heist case,” Mr. Ortega told the camera lens. “And, sports fans, you can just feel the electricity in the air.”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Gloria’s dad was dressed in a snazzy blue blazer with an ESPN5 patch stitched to the chest pocket. As always, he looked extremely handsome, with every strand of his shiny hair pasted into place. His smile was brighter than the TV lights blinding me. His eyes twinkled almost as much as his teeth.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “Up against the infamous Sneemer brothers,” Mr. Ortega continued, “young P.T. brought his A game. He left it all out on the field. He knew what he had to do and went out there and did it.” \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Because he wants to be on ESPN, Mr. Ortega knows a ton of sportscaster clichés and he’s not afraid to use them.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “By the way,” I said, “we’re celebrating the rescue of the stolen jewels this coming Saturday with special guided tours at the Wonderland Motel, 7000 Gulf Boulevard, where there are always marvels to behold and stories to be told. All T-shirts are buy one, get one free, this weekend only. Limit two per customer. Void where prohibited.”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Before I left for school that morning, Grandpa reminded me to plug our newest attraction. He’s the one who opened Walt Wilkie’s Wonder World way back in October 1970. That’s right. Exactly one year before that other Walt opened Disney World over in Orlando.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “We had a very good year, P.T.,” Grandpa always tells me. “A very good year.”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Now the Wonderland is mostly an old-school motel with lots of wacky statues (we have a giant dinosaur \u003ci\u003eand\u003c\/i\u003e a bucking jackalope) decorating the property. Between the reward money that helped us pay off what bankers call a “balloon loan” (it’s a mortgage, not a loan to buy balloons) and the hype around the jewel heist and the notorious thieves who’d stayed in rooms 103 and 114, we had a shot at another very good year. Maybe two!\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “By finding those stolen jewels,” said Mr. Ortega in his smoothest broadcaster voice, “you,\u003cbr\u003e P. T. Wilkie, have become the most famous, most beloved middle school student in the entire state of Florida. How does that make you feel?”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “Awesome!”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Mr. Ortega nodded and smiled. “As it should. But be mindful of what a great football coach once said: ‘Success is about having; excellence is about being.’ ”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “Huh?” I was confused. Mr. Ortega was starting to sound like Yoda from the \u003ci\u003eStar Wars\u003c\/i\u003e movies.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e He turned to the camera to tell the whole world what he and the coach had meant.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “Some think success is all about having money and fame. But excellence, my friends, is about being the best \u003ci\u003eyou\u003c\/i\u003e that you can possibly be! From Ponce de León Middle School in St. Petersburg, Florida, this is Manny Ortega.” He fist-thumped the chest patch on his blazer. “For ESPN-Five.”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e I still didn’t totally get what Mr. Ortega had been talking about. But to tell you the truth, I didn’t really care.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e I was on TV. \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e I was famous!\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e 4\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Mr. Grumpface\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e After the interview, Gloria and I headed to grumpy Mr. Frumpkes’s class.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Yes, everybody calls him Mr. Grumpface. Even the other teachers.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e If the Ponce de León yearbook had pages for “Least Favorite Teacher” and “Most Likely to Annoy,” Mr. Frumpkes’s photo would be on both. Every year.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Mr. Frumpkes teaches history, or, as I like to call it, the Study of Famous Dead People.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “You’re tardy, Mr. Wilkie,” Mr. Frumpkes said when Gloria and I hurried into his classroom five minutes after the second bell.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “Sorry,” I said. “We had this TV thing.”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Mr. Frumpkes made like he was playing the world’s tiniest violin with his thumbs and forefingers. \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “Oh, dear,” he said sarcastically. “A TV thing. My heart weeps for you, Mr. Wilkie.”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “I guess I was tardy, too,” said Gloria.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “No, Miss Ortega. You were simply associating with the wrong individual. I know you’re new here at Ponce de León, but you should really try to cultivate a better caliber of friend.”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “But, sir,” said Gloria, “isn’t the freedom of assembly, and, therefore, the right to associate with whomever I choose, guaranteed to all American citizens under the First Amendment to the United States Constitution?”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Mr. Frumpkes’s ears turned purple. It looked like he was wearing eggplants for earmuffs.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “This is Ponce de León Middle School, Miss Ortega—not the United States of America. Sit down, both of you, before I remember where I put my pink detention pad!”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Gloria and I did as we were told. We were both too busy after school coming up with new business schemes to keep the Wonderland running in the black (that’s how Gloria says “making money”) to waste time sitting in detention hall.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Mr. Frumpkes clasped his hands behind his back and paced at the front of the room.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “Now then, where was I? Ah, yes. The Big Lie. History’s time-honored propaganda technique. People will always fall for a big lie over a small one. For instance, today in the cafeteria, a certain student told a \u003ci\u003ehuge\u003c\/i\u003e whopper, claiming he had heroically thwarted a pair of jewel thieves by jumping onto a baggage carousel at the Tampa airport.”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e He brandished a copy of the \u003ci\u003eTampa Bay Times\u003c\/i\u003e.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “The truth of the matter is, I’m afraid, somewhat less dramatic.”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “So?” said Pinky. “The story gets better every time P.T. tells it!”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “Next time,” added Kate, “maybe Kevin the Monkey will be in it!”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “\u003ci\u003eOooh\u003c\/i\u003e!” said the whole class. “Kevin! The Monkey!” \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “And who, pray tell, is Kevin the Monkey?” asked Mr. Frumpkes. “One of your pimple-faced popstars?”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “Kevin the Monkey is a supercool capuchin from the Sunshine State Primate Sanctuary,” said Kate. “He’s a total YouTube sensation!”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “And a savvy PR vehicle,” added Gloria. “Last year, Kevin the Monkey’s channel earned one point six million dollars for the animal rescue charity, thanks to rollover ads. Net-net, he and the primate sanctuary have put together a rock-solid monkey business plan!” \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e When Gloria said that, the class cracked up.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “Monkey business!”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e The laughter grew louder when somebody (probably Kate Mackenzie Williams, because she’s a total gadget freak) used their phone to hack into the Smart Board’s Wi-Fi connection and run a hysterical Kevin the Monkey clip.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e I figured it was a good thing Mr. Frumpkes couldn’t find his detention pad.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Otherwise, the whole class would be doing hard time after school.","brand":"Yearling","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46302539055333,"sku":"NP9780553536133","price":10.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/1842\/7735\/files\/9780553536133.jpg?v=1767743769","url":"https:\/\/k12savings.com\/es\/products\/welcome-to-wonderland-2-beach-party-surf-monkey-isbn-9780553536133","provider":"K12savings","version":"1.0","type":"link"}