{"product_id":"ben-yokoyama-and-the-cookie-of-endless-waiting-isbn-9780593126868","title":"Ben Yokoyama and the Cookie of Endless Waiting","description":"\u003cb\u003e\"Great characters, hilarious jokes... a joy to read.\" —Lincoln Peirce, \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author of Big Nate series\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eLiteral-minded Ben cracks open a fortune cookie and it tells him that he can have anything he wants, if only he's willing to wait...  A madcap adventure about the perils of patience, for fans of DIARY OF A WIMPY KID or THE TERRIBLE TWO.\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eGood things come to those who wait.\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBen does his best to heed his fortune cookie's advice, and as a result he is paired with Walter--the kid who's always picked last--for a school scavenger hunt. Working with Walter must be a good thing if the cookie said so, but so far all he does is talk too loud and recite obscure facts about feet. Meanwhile, Ben has an argument with his best friend Janet, and waiting for \u003ci\u003eher\u003c\/i\u003e to apologize first isn't going so well.... But eventually, Ben's patience starts paying off: if he and Walter are able to pull out a win in the scavenger hunt, they'll earn a half-day of recess for the whole school! Waiting may not \u003ci\u003ealways\u003c\/i\u003e be a good thing, but taking the time to listen and consider all options isn't half bad.\"Great characters, hilarious jokes, and delightful drawings make each page a joy to read.\" —Lincoln Peirce, \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author of Big Nate\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Full of humor, heart, and glorious art, \u003ci\u003eThe Cookie Chronicles\u003c\/i\u003e are baked to perfection.” —Tui Sutherland, \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author of Wings of Fire\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Hugely heartfelt, very funny, and delightfully illustrated, \u003ci\u003eBen Yokoyama and the Cookie of Doom\u003c\/i\u003e is sure to be deeply loved by young readers.” —Jasmine Warga, Newbery Honor author of \u003ci\u003eOther Words For Home\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e“Our time on Earth is limited. Cookies are delicious. These are two of life’s most important truths, and this marvelous book contains both of them. If I could, I would eat it.” —Lemony Snicket, \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author of \u003ci\u003eA Series of Unfortunate Events\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e“WARNING: This book will make you crave noodles. And cake. And more Ben Yokoyama books, because they’re amazing!” —Susan Tan, author of the \u003ci\u003eCilla Lee Jenkins\u003c\/i\u003e series\u003ci\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“A great blend of witty text and dynamic illustrations. My family can't get enough of Ben Yokoyama!” —Minh Lê, author of \u003ci\u003eDrawn Together\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e“Full of laughs and excitement.” \u003ci\u003e—Kirkus Reviews\u003c\/i\u003eMatthew Swanson and Robbi Behr are the husband\/wife, author\/illustrator team behind\u003ci\u003e The Real McCoys\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci\u003eBabies Ruin Everything\u003c\/i\u003e and \u003ci\u003eEverywhere, Wonder\u003c\/i\u003e (Imprint Books). Until recently, they also ran two small presses: Bobbledy Books and Idiots' Books. These days, they spend most of their time making books and raising four kids (10, 8, 6, and almost 2) in the hayloft of an old barn in Chestertown, Maryland. They spend the rest of their time speaking, teaching, and leading workshops on collaboration and creative entrepreneurship-and the rest of the rest of their time running a commercial salmon fishing operation on the Alaskan tundra.It was definitely time to get ready for school, but Ben was still in bed. It was good to be in bed.\u003cbr\u003e \u003ci\u003eI will stay in bed all day, \u003c\/i\u003ethought Ben. \u003ci\u003eI will live in this cozy, warm bed forever.\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Ben’s stomach made a sound like a dying hyena. He remembered the problem with staying in bed.\u003cbr\u003e \u003ci\u003eI want sausages, \u003c\/i\u003ehe thought. \u003ci\u003eAnd I want them right now\u003c\/i\u003e.\u003cbr\u003e Ben jumped out of bed faster than a sneeze jumps out of a nose.\u003cbr\u003e He wriggled out of his pajamas and into his clothes. He sprinted down the stairs and into the kitchen and almost knocked over his mom.\u003cbr\u003e I suppose you want sausages, said Ben’s mom.\u003cbr\u003e She knew Ben pretty well. He didn’t answer because he didn’t have to. Asking Ben if he wanted sausages was like asking a coyote if it wanted to howl.\u003cbr\u003e Ben sat down at the table and picked up his fork.\u003cbr\u003e His mom gave him a look.\u003cbr\u003e Aren’t you forgetting something?\u003cbr\u003e Whatever Ben had forgotten, it couldn’t be as important as sausages. But then he remembered. Because he hadn’t raked the leaves yesterday, he was supposed to rake them this morning. It had seemed like a good plan at the time.\u003cbr\u003e But now there were sausages.\u003cbr\u003e How about I rake them \u003ci\u003eafter \u003c\/i\u003ebreakfast?\u003cbr\u003e That’s not what we discussed. Plus, it’s going to rain soon. There’s nothing worse than raking in the rain.\u003cbr\u003e Ben looked at the sausages. The sausages looked at Ben. They loved each other so much.\u003cbr\u003e But Ben knew better than to argue with his mom. He went outside and raked.\u003cbr\u003e His stomach was not happy with the rest of him.\u003cbr\u003e When Ben came back inside, his dad was sitting at the table, wiping his mouth with his napkin. The sausage plate was empty.\u003cbr\u003e Ben gasped like an actor in a movie about vampires.\u003cbr\u003e Oh, Ben. I’m so sorry! said Ben’s dad. I thought you’d eaten already!\u003cbr\u003e Ben could tell that his dad was actually sorry, but it didn’t help \u003ci\u003eenough.\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Have some eggs,” said Ben’s mom, handing him a plate. “Have some orange juice.”\u003cbr\u003e Orange juice and eggs were not the same as sausages. Ben’s stomach was miserable and mad.\u003cbr\u003e But then he smelled something else. Something sweet and buttery and warm.\u003cbr\u003e Suddenly his stomach was full of hope.\u003cbr\u003e Ben’s eyes followed his nose to the source of the smell. \u003ci\u003eThe oven light was\u003c\/i\u003e \u003ci\u003eon! His mom was wearing oven mitts!\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Do I smell a— ?”\u003cbr\u003e “Not for you,” said Ben’s mom like a screen door slamming shut.\u003cbr\u003e “But it smells like a— ”\u003cbr\u003e “Don’t even \u003ci\u003ethink \u003c\/i\u003eabout it, mister.”\u003cbr\u003e Their neighbor Mrs. Ezra had been teaching Ben’s mom to bake cakes, and she was starting to get the hang of it. If there was one thing Ben liked even more than sausages, it was cake.\u003cbr\u003e The timer beeped. His mom opened the oven.\u003cbr\u003e The cake was yellow and fluffy and perfectly shaped.\u003cbr\u003e Ben picked up a fork and greeted that cake like a seal greets a bucket of fish heads.\u003cbr\u003e “Benjamin Alexander Yokoyama,” said Ben’s mom, and that was the end of her sentence.\u003cbr\u003e Ben had once won a contest for having the name with the most syllables of any boy on his first- grade field trip to the apple orchard. It was something he was proud of.\u003cbr\u003e But that wasn’t why his mom had said his full name.\u003cbr\u003e She’d said it so she wouldn’t also have to say, If you touch this cake with that fork, you will regret it until you are one hundred and seven years old.\u003cbr\u003e I wasn’t going to eat it, said Ben. He put down the fork. He smiled at his mom like a mouse smiles at a python.\u003cbr\u003e I am awfully glad to hear it, Ben. Because this cake is not for you. This cake is for ladies who ride motorcycles.\u003cbr\u003e Ben’s mom was in a motorcycle club that met on Monday evenings.\u003cbr\u003e That’s why I definitely won’t eat the cake when I get home from school this afternoon.\u003cbr\u003e Ben hoped that saying the words out loud would somehow make them true.\u003cbr\u003e Ben’s dad was putting on his coat. Ben looked at the clock. It was time to leave for school.\u003cbr\u003e His mom handed him his lunch box.\u003cbr\u003e “Thanks,” said Ben. His stomach was already making sinister cake- eating plans. \u003ci\u003eCut it out, \u003c\/i\u003esaid Ben to his stomach. But Ben’s stomach didn’t have ears. He had an idea. “You know what might make it easier for me to \u003ci\u003enot \u003c\/i\u003eeat that cake?”\u003cbr\u003e Ben’s mom put her hands on her hips. “You mean other than the fact that you already promised not to?”\u003cbr\u003e “Yes, other than that.”\u003cbr\u003e “What?”\u003cbr\u003e “If I could have \u003ci\u003edessert \u003c\/i\u003ein my lunch today.”\u003cbr\u003e “No way,” said Ben’s mom. “No, sir.”\u003cbr\u003e “I think it would really help,” said Ben.\u003cbr\u003e “Maybe something really small, like seven gingersnaps.”\u003cbr\u003e Ben’s mom gave Ben her \u003ci\u003eYou and I have different definitions of the word “small” \u003c\/i\u003eface.\u003cbr\u003e Dessert in his lunch might make Ben feel better about not getting any sausages, said Ben’s dad.\u003cbr\u003e Ben’s mom gave Ben’s dad a cloud ynight look.\u003cbr\u003e Ben’s dad gave his mom a sunny morning smile.\u003cbr\u003e Ben’s mom said, “Hrumph,” and looked in the cabinet. The box of gingersnaps was empty. Ben remembered maybe accidentally eating them.\u003cbr\u003e “Sorry, Ben,” said his mom, who didn’t seem sorry at all.\u003cbr\u003e \u003ci\u003eAt least there’s that cake, \u003c\/i\u003esaid Ben’s stomach.\u003cbr\u003e “Wait,” said Ben’s dad, picking up a brown paper bag from the counter. “I just remembered! Aunt Nora left this for you when she stopped by last night.”\u003cbr\u003e Ben’s mom gave Ben’s dad a thunderstorm face.\u003cbr\u003e Ben’s dad’s face took out its umbrella and tried to stay dry.\u003cbr\u003e Ben’s mom said, “Hrumph” again, and louder this time.\u003cbr\u003e Ben recognized the bag. It was from the Chinese restaurant! His dad reached in and pulled out a cookie. \u003ci\u003eA fortune cookie!\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Ben reached for the cookie, but his mom grabbed it first.\u003cbr\u003e “On \u003ci\u003eone \u003c\/i\u003econdition,” she said with her \u003ci\u003eI can’t believe your dad is such a pushover \u003c\/i\u003eface.\u003cbr\u003e “Yes?”\u003cbr\u003e “Do not. Eat it. Until lunch.”\u003cbr\u003e “No problem,” said the part of Ben that was farthest from his stomach.\u003cbr\u003e Ben put his lunch box in his backpack and headed for the door.\u003cbr\u003e Bye, Ben, said his dad.\u003cbr\u003e Bye, Ben, said his mom.\u003cbr\u003e \u003ci\u003eBye, cake, \u003c\/i\u003esaid Ben’s stomach.\u003cbr\u003e \u003ci\u003eWe’ll see each other soon enough.\u003c\/i\u003e","brand":"Yearling","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46300562817253,"sku":"NP9780593126868","price":8.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/1842\/7735\/files\/9780593126868.jpg?v=1767722420","url":"https:\/\/k12savings.com\/products\/ben-yokoyama-and-the-cookie-of-endless-waiting-isbn-9780593126868","provider":"K12savings","version":"1.0","type":"link"}