{"product_id":"flying-feet-isbn-9780375859113","title":"Flying Feet","description":"When Charlie hears that special buzz in his head, he knows it means one thing: an idea for a new invention. But Charlie's ideas tend to backfire—such as the flying feet that don't really fly. If only Charlie could make his inventions work, people might think he's as special as his older brother, Larry. Then the Zigzag afternoon center organizes a Come as a Character Day, and Charlie gets his chance to shine.PATRICIA REILLY GIFF is the author of many beloved books for children, including the Kids of the Polk Street School books. Her novels for older readers include the Newbery Honor Books \u003ci\u003eLily's Crossing \u003c\/i\u003eand \u003ci\u003ePictures of Hollis Woods\u003c\/i\u003e, and \u003ci\u003eWillow Run,\u003c\/i\u003e a companion to \u003ci\u003eLily's Crossing\u003c\/i\u003e. Her most recent books are the novels \u003ci\u003eWild Girl\u003c\/i\u003e and \u003ci\u003eStoryteller,\u003c\/i\u003e and the first two Zigzag titles, \u003ci\u003eNumber One Kid \u003c\/i\u003eand \u003ci\u003eBig Whopper\u003c\/i\u003e.FRIDAY\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Charlie counted in his head. Three. Two. One.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Brrrriiiinnnng!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The three o'clock bell.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e It was time for Afternoon Center.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Everyone was going outside today. Some kids were playing basketball. Some kids were doing a potato race.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Charlie had a new invention.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Wait until everyone saw it. They'd be yelling, \"Char-lie, Char-lie!\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e He was even wearing his brother Larry's good luck T-shirt.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Larry was in high school now. He'd gone to the Zigzag School, too. He'd read every book in the library. Even the boring ones.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The teachers still remembered him.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Larry's shirt said WISHBONE on the collar.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Charlie was wishing, all right.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Wishing his invention would work.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Charlie grabbed his bag. \"Come on, guys,\" he yelled. \"Invention time.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e He raced downstairs and outside. A bunch of kids raced, too.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Wait up, Charlie,\" Destiny called. Today she had braids and beads all over her head.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Beebe, a new girl, was with her. Her hair was the color of a carrot.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"I don't hear very well,\" she told Charlie.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e She flipped up her curly hair.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e He could see little tan circles in her ears.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Hearing aids,\" she said. \"They help me hear better.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Charlie leaned against the wall to wait. The school was long and yellow. The bricks were warm.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Beebe was still talking. \"My name is Beebe. Like two 'B's.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Charlie nodded. He could see Ramon, the college helper. Ramon was bouncing balls at the handball court.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Sumiko burst out the door. \"I'm here.\" She had a book in her hand. It had a bunch of Japanese words.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Habib came out next. He was juggling two Popsicle sticks. \"Me too.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"I hope your invention is good,\" Mitchell told Charlie.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Did you ever see anyone walk up a wall?\" Charlie asked.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"You're going to do that?\" Mitchell asked.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"You'll see.\" Charlie tapped his bag.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Hey, Ramon,\" Mitchell called. \"Charlie's going to be a human fly.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Charlie's heart began to pound.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e If only this worked.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e He'd be a hero.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e His picture would be on the wall. Right next to Zelda A. Zigzag's. She had been the first principal of the school.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Charlie opened the bag. He took out his Flying Feet.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e He'd been working on the feet for days.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e It had started with a buzz in his head.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e That was the way all his inventions began.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Buzz! An idea!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e He'd taken Larry's thrown-away sneakers. They were huge.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e He'd found suction cups on his father's workbench.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e He'd glued. . . .\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Painted the sneakers bright red. . . .\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Outrageous!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Now he took off his socks. His toes had to hold on.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e He edged his feet into them. Perfect. Flying Feet!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Ramon frowned. \"Are you sure you can do this?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Charlie wasn't so sure. He had to do it, though.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The whole Afternoon Center was watching.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Stand back.\" He made swimming motions with his arms. \"I need room.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Mitchell's sister, Angel, shook her head. \"We're going to need an ambulance,\" she told Ramon.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"I'm right here,\" Ramon said. \"Don't worry.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Charlie wanted to tell Angel to be quiet. But she remembered his last invention.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The Breathe-Underwater Box.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e He'd nearly drowned.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Charlie wiggled his toes in the Flying Feet. Larry's sneakers were a lot bigger than his feet.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e He hoped they'd stay on.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Go, go, go, go,\" Mitchell and Habib yelled.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Stop, stop,\" Angel said.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Charlie took a look at the handball wall.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e He took five steps back. Then he began to run.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e He could see Angel. Her hands covered her eyes.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The wall was in front of him.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e He took a giant step. Up. The sneaker stuck to the wall.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e It was going to work!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Charlie, the greatest inventor in the Center.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e His foot slipped out of the sneaker.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Bonk!\" he heard Mitchell yell.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Charlie hit the ground.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"I knew it,\" Angel said. \"Call the ambulance.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Ramon helped him up. \"He's all right. I have him.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e What Charlie had was ten sore toes.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Larry's WISHBONE shirt was ripped.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Worse than all that, his invention had failed.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Again!","brand":"Yearling","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46301786439909,"sku":"NP9780375859113","price":4.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/1842\/7735\/files\/9780375859113.jpg?v=1767727497","url":"https:\/\/k12savings.com\/products\/flying-feet-isbn-9780375859113","provider":"K12savings","version":"1.0","type":"link"}