{"product_id":"bridget-vanderpuff-and-the-great-airship-robbery-3-isbn-9780593754122","title":"Bridget Vanderpuff and the Great Airship Robbery #3","description":"\u003cb\u003eFollow the brilliant Bridget Vanderpuff on another action-packed adventure as she sets off for Paris in this middle grade novel perfect for fans of \u003ci\u003eThe Great British Baking Show \u003c\/i\u003eand Beth Lincoln!\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSomeone has stolen Mr. Vanderpuff’s golden whisk! If Bridget and her new friend Stacy don’t find it by midnight, the world’s best baker will never mix again.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd as the girls chase a chain of impossible puzzles through the secrets and shadows of Paris, Tom and Pascal find trouble in Belle-on-Sea…\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCan Bridget and her friends crack the case and save the bakeshop in time?\"Bridget’s antics are livelier than ever...Riotous fun.\"\u003cb\u003e—\u003c\/b\u003e\u003ci\u003eKirkus Reviews\u003c\/i\u003eMartin Stewart (he\/him) is an award-winning Scottish author and former secondary school English teacher who likes to eat a lot of cake.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDavid Habben (he\/him) is an illustrator and fine artist based in Salt Lake City, Utah.\u003cb\u003e1\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eHot Pursuit\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003enew case * car chase * cliff face\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBridget braced the bakery bicycle.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“It’s no use!” cried Tom, gripping her waist. “Hungry Horace Harris is getting away!”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Not if I’ve got anything to do with it!” shouted Bridget, as the getaway van skidded from the square. “Hold on!”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe bounced the bike through knots of shrieking villagers.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“\u003ci\u003eUg-ug-ug-ug-ug-ug-ug-ug!\u003c\/i\u003e” wobbled Tom, his face a cobble-shaken blur.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“That’s the spirit!” said Bridget, sliding onto Union and Main.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe sat back and rummaged in her chef whites.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“What are you doing?” screamed Tom.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Looking for my goggles.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“But . . . but . . . but . . .” spluttered Tom, “\u003ci\u003eyou’re not holding on to the handlebars\u003c\/i\u003e!”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe bike hopped over a speed bump, rendering the children briefly airborne. Its wheels shook as they rattled over scattered stones, cobwebs flying from the rusty brakes.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“There!” Bridget grinned, snapping a pair of pilot’s goggles over her eyes. “\u003ci\u003eNow\u003c\/i\u003e we can speed up.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e“Speed up?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBridget leaned forward, pedaling until the chain squealed and her hair—­vast, red, teeming with self-made inventions—­billowed like a vengeful flame. Her curls smothered Tom’s screams as the van—­black smoke belching from its exhaust—­appeared on the horizon.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“It’s no use, Harris!” she shouted. “\u003ci\u003eNobody\u003c\/i\u003e steals cakes in Belle-on-Sea!”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHungry Horace Harris cut through a gap in the hedge. Bridget swung after him, tires hissing through the long, wet grass.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSeagulls pinwheeled overhead, eyes fixed on the pastry in Tom’s pocket.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBridget rolled her eyes.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Is that \u003ci\u003eanother \u003c\/i\u003eApple Turnoverandover?” she said.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Poffibwy,” managed Tom, cheeks bulging.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“No wonder the seagulls follow you everywhere,” she yelled. “You’re a picnic on legs!”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe van’s rear doors burst open.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHungry Horace Harris, the world’s most notorious cake thief, leered from the loading bay.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Who’s driving the van?” gasped Tom.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Nobody,” said Bridget.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe sea hovered into view. Tom bit his lip.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Bridget Vanderpuff!” growled Harris, stolen sweet treats spilling free of the van. “I might’ve known! Clear off—­unless you wants trouble!”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Clearing off now!” shouted Tom. “Sorry to have bothered you!”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBridget dug him in the ribs. The van had crested the rise and was heading downhill—­straight for the Cliffs of Belle.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“It’s you who’s in trouble, Harris!” she called, wind whipping her face. “You’re running out of land—­\u003ci\u003eand \u003c\/i\u003eluck!”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Gah!” roared Harris, spinning a Splendiferous Pastrycase at the children like a crisp, delicious Frisbee.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe Pastrycase \u003ci\u003espluffed \u003c\/i\u003eBridget with fruit and cream.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“That was for Ms. French!” she yelled. “\u003ci\u003eAnd\u003c\/i\u003e the world’s fartiest poodle!”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHarris bowled bake after bake from the careening van, Swirls and Buns and Bing Bongs soaring through the coastal air. Bridget ate custard as she ducked and wove, the rickety bike groaning under her and Tom’s weight. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Mr. Constantine’s Caramagnificent Donuts!” she gasped. \u003ci\u003eSplaff!\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Mr. Pringle’s Butterunctuous Crunches!” \u003ci\u003eSploff!\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“The \u003ci\u003emayor’s \u003c\/i\u003eDeelites!” \u003ci\u003eSpleeff!\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Time’s up, Harris!” shouted Bridget, her face a mask of twice-whipped cream.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe van burst through the final gate before the cliffs. Harris took a bite from a Fabanananana Swirl, then grinned.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Never!” he bellowed.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd jumped.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe thief’s bulbous frame struck Bridget’s front tire, launching Tom—­still in his seated, waist-gripping position—­straight into the van.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Tom!” cried Bridget.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Bridget!” screamed Tom.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBridget pedaled like lightning as Harris rolled free.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Are you hurt?” she panted.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“No!” yelled Tom from the back of the van. “Luckily, I landed on a Trillionaire’s Trifle!”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Thank goodness! We don’t have much—\u003ci\u003eWill you stop eating the trifle?!\u003c\/i\u003e”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTom—­his entire face smeared with caramel—­shook as though waking from a dream.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“I’m sorry!” he wailed. “It’s just so delicious!”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhite-tipped waves loomed ahead, bright in the morning sun. Bridget craned her neck.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe field had an unnerving, cutoff look.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Listen to me very carefully!” she shouted, hopping over a mound of turf. “And do exactly as I say!”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTom ate another scoop of trifle.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“All right!”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Good! Now, when I say jump—”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“\u003ci\u003eJump?\u003c\/i\u003e”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Exactly!”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“No! I mean \u003ci\u003eare you crazy\u003c\/i\u003e?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Not in the least,” said Bridget, as she closed on the runaway vehicle. “This is all part of the plan!”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTom glanced at the approaching cliff.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Is that supposed to be reassuring?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“\u003ci\u003eJump!\u003c\/i\u003e”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“I can’t!”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“You can!”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTom held on to the doorframe.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“I can’t!”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Tom,” yelled Bridget, cheeks tight with the incredible speed, “you can do it! But it has to be \u003ci\u003enow\u003c\/i\u003e—­you’re about to go over the cliff! Just count to three!”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTom nodded.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“One,” he whispered, licking his lips.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Two,” he managed, closing his eyes. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Threeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe van disappeared over the cliff, dropping like a stone toward the roiling waves and treacherous rocks.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTom’s mouth opened like a big, shiny cave, tonsils trembling as he released a scream of pure, unbridled terror.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBridget pedaled into midair—­and dived.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe floated for a heartbeat, then flattened her arms, shooting like a dart toward Tom and the falling van. The wind snapped through her hair, filling her lungs and prickling her skin. 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