{"product_id":"toys-go-out-isbn-9780385736619","title":"Toys Go Out","description":"\u003cb\u003e“A bit like the great movie \u003ci\u003eToy Story\u003c\/i\u003e and a bit like the wonderful Kate DiCamillo book \u003ci\u003eThe Miraculous Journey of Edward Tulane\u003c\/i\u003e. This is a great family book.” —\u003ci\u003eThe Washington Post\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eHere is the first book in the highly acclaimed Toys trilogy, which includes the companion books \u003ci\u003eToy Dance Party\u003c\/i\u003e and \u003ci\u003eToys Come Home\u003c\/i\u003e and chronicles the unforgettable adventures of three brave and loving toys.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIn these six linked stories from Emily Jenkins, and illustrated by Caldecott Medal winner Paul O. Zelinsky, readers will meet three extraordinary friends. Lumphy is a stuffed buffalo. StingRay is a stuffed stingray. And Plastic... well, Plastic isn't quite sure \u003ci\u003ewhat\u003c\/i\u003e she is. They all belong to the Little Girl who lives on the high bed with the fluffy pillows. A very nice person to belong to. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTogether is best for these three best friends. Together they look things up in the dictionary, explore the basement, and argue about the meaning of life. And together they face dogs, school, television commercials, the vastness of the sea, and the terrifying bigness of the washing machine.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA \u003ci\u003eParents' Choice\u003c\/i\u003e Silver Honor Winner, an ALA-ALSC Notable Children's Book, and an Oppenheim Toy Portfolio Platinum Book Award Winner, \u003ci\u003eToys Go Out\u003c\/i\u003e is truly a modern classic.\u003cb\u003ePraise for the Toys trilogy:\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"This charming book makes ideal bedtime reading.\" —\u003ci\u003eThe Wall Street Journal\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e“A sure hit for reading aloud and a classic in the making.” —\u003ci\u003e\u003ci\u003eThe San Francisco Chronicle\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Jenkins deftly penetrates the natural anxieties of childhood—the phobias, the insecurities, the self-doubts—without playing them down.\" —\u003ci\u003eThe New York Times Book Review\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Has the nostalgic feel of a children’s book from an earlier time—part \u003ci\u003eWinnie the Pooh\u003c\/i\u003e, part \u003ci\u003eHitty\u003c\/i\u003e and part bedtime book. A perfect selection for family read-alouds.” —Bookpage\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“A blend of \u003ci\u003eToy Story\u003c\/i\u003e and the stories of Jonny Gruelle and A.A. Milne. Young readers will enjoy exploring the warm, secret world of toys.” —\u003ci\u003eKirkus Reviews\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e“There’s a heavy fragrance of A.A. Milne to the narrative, not just in concept but in style and in details such as Plastic’s fondness for Pooh-like “hums,” but the book has a cuddly sturdiness all its own.” —\u003ci\u003eThe Bulletin\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"A timeless story of adventure and friendship to treasure aloud or independently. Wholly satisfying, this may well leave readers expecting to see the Velveteen Rabbit peeking in the bedroom window and smiling approvingly.\" —\u003ci\u003eBooklist,\u003c\/i\u003e Starred\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"An utterly delightful peek into the secret lives of toys. Here is a book bound to be a favorite with any child who has ever adored an inanimate object.\" —\u003ci\u003eSchool Library Journal,\u003c\/i\u003e Starred\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“You’ll love Lumphy, and StingRay, and Plastic. You'll laugh over their choice of birthday presents and hold your breath over Plastic’s encounter with the Possible Shark. Most of all, you'll never forget these three. I know I won’t.” —Patricia Reilly Giff, two-time Newbery Honor-winning authorEmily Jenkins has written many highly acclaimed books for children, including the popular award-winning chapter books\u003ci\u003e Toys Go Out, Toy Dance Party,\u003c\/i\u003e and \u003ci\u003eToys Come Home,\u003c\/i\u003e as well as a picture book that features the same beloved characters,\u003ci\u003e Toys Meet Snow,\u003c\/i\u003e which was named a \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e Notable Book and a \u003ci\u003eWall Street Journal\u003c\/i\u003e Best Children’s Book of the Year. She is also the author of \u003ci\u003eA Fine Dessert,\u003c\/i\u003e a \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e Best Illustrated Book of the Year; \u003ci\u003eWater in the Park,\u003c\/i\u003e a \u003ci\u003eBooklist\u003c\/i\u003e Editors’ Choice and a \u003ci\u003eBulletin\u003c\/i\u003e Blue Ribbon Book; and \u003ci\u003eLemonade in Winter,\u003c\/i\u003e a \u003ci\u003ePublishers Weekly\u003c\/i\u003e Best Book of the Year. Visit her at emilyjenkins.com.\u003ci\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Paul O. Zelinsky is the illustrator of \u003ci\u003eDust Devil,\u003c\/i\u003e a \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e Notable Book and an Oppenheim Toy Portfolio Platinum Award winner. He received the Caldecott Medal for his retelling of the classic fairy tale \u003ci\u003eRapunzel,\u003c\/i\u003e as well as three Caldecott Honors, for \u003ci\u003eHansel and Gretel, Rumpelstiltskin, \u003c\/i\u003eand \u003ci\u003eSwamp Angel.\u003c\/i\u003e His illustrations for \u003ci\u003eToy Dance Party\u003c\/i\u003e were called “superlative” in a starred review by \u003ci\u003eKirkus Reviews\u003c\/i\u003e. He lives in Brooklyn, New York. Learn more at paulozelinsky.com.chapter one\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e In the Backpack,   Where It Is Very Dark\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The backpack is  dark and smells like a wet bathing suit.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Waking up inside, Lumphy feels cramped  and grumped. “I wish I had been  asked,” he moans. “If I had been asked,   I would  have said I wasn’t going.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Shhh,” says StingRay, though she doesn’t like the  dark backpack any more  than Lumphy. “It’s not so bad if you don’t complain.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “We weren’t told about this trip,” snorts Lumphy. “We were just packed in  the  night.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Why don’t you shut your buffalo mouth?” snaps StingRay. “Your buffalo   mouth is far too whiny.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e There is a small nip on the end of her tail, and StingRay  curls it away  from Lumphy’s big square buffalo   teeth.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Plastic usually hums  when she is feeling nervous. “Um tum tum—um tum  tum—tum—tiddle—tee,” she trills,  to see if it will make the inside of the  backpack seem any nicer.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Don’t you  know the words to that song?” asks Lumphy.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “There are no words. It’s a hum,”  answers Plastic.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e No one says anything for a while, after that.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Does anyone  know where we’re going in here?”   wonders Lumphy.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Plastic does not.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e StingRay  doesn’t, either.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “My stomach is uncomfortable,” grumphs the buffalo. “I think  I’m going to  be sick.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e . . . . .\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Buh-buh bump! It feels like the backpack  is going down some stairs. Or  maybe up some stairs.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Or maybe up something worse  than stairs.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e StingRay tries to think calming thoughts. She pictures the high  bed with  the fluffy pillows where she usually sleeps. She pictures the Little Girl   with the blue barrette, who scratches where the ears would be if StingRay  had ears.  But none of these thoughts makes her feel calm.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “I hope we’re not going to the  vet,” StingRay says,   finally.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “What’s the vet?” asks Lumphy.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “The vet  is a big human dressed in a white coat who puts animals in a  contraption made from  rubber bands, in order to see what is wrong with  them,” answers StingRay, who sometimes  says she knows things when she  doesn’t. “Then he pokes them over and over\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e with  needles the size of carrots,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e and makes them drink nasty-tasting medicine,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e and puts them in the bumpity washing machine to fix whatever’s broken.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “If  anyone needs to go to the vet, it’s the one-eared sheep,” says  Plastic, remembering  the oldest of the Little Girl’s toys. “And Sheep’s  not even here. No, we can’t be  going to the vet. We aren’t broken.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Speak for yourself,” snorts Lumphy, who  feels even sicker than before at  the thought of the bumpity washing machine.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e . . . . .\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Woosh. Woosh. The backpack begins to swing.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Back and forth.  Back and forth.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Or maybe round and round.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “I hope we’re not going to the  zoo,” moans StingRay.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “They’ll put us in cages with no one to talk to. Each  one in a separate  cage,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e and we’ll have to woosh back and forth all day,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e and do tricks on giant swings,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e with people throwing quarters at our faces,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e and teasing.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “I don’t think we’re big enough for the zoo,” Plastic says  hopefully. “I’m  pretty sure they’re only interested in very large animals over there.” \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “I’m large,” says Lumphy.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “She means really, really, very large,” says  StingRay. “At the zoo they  have stingrays the size of choo-choo trains;\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e and  plastics the size of swimming pools.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Zoo buffaloes would never fit in a backpack.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e They eat backpacks for lunch, those buffaloes.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Is that true?” asks Lumphy,  but nobody answers him.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e . . . . .\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Plunk! The backpack is thrown onto the  ground.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Or maybe into a trash can.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Or onto a garbage truck.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “We might  be going to the dump!” cries StingRay. “We’ll be tossed in a  pile of old green beans,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e and sour milk cartons,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e because the Little Girl doesn’t love us anymore,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e and it will be icy cold all the time,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e and full of garbage-eating sharks,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e and it will smell like throw-up.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “I don’t think so,” soothes Plastic.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “I’ll be forced to sleep on a slimy bit of used paper baggie, instead of  on  the big high bed with the fluffy pillows!” continues StingRay.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e There is a noise  outside the backpack. Not a big noise, but a rumbly one.  “Did you hear that?” asks  StingRay. “I think it is the X-ray machine. The  vet is going to X-ray us one by  one\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e and look into our insides with an enormous magnifying glass,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e and then  poke us with the giant carrot!”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “I’m sure it’s not an X-ray,” says Plastic calmly,  although she isn’t sure  at all. “An X-ray would be squeakier.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Then I think  it is a lion,” cries StingRay. “A lion at the zoo who does  not want to be on display  with any small creatures like you and me.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e A lion who doesn’t like sharing her  swing set,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e and wants all the quarters for herself.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e She is roaring because  she hasn’t had any lunch yet,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e and her favorite food is stingrays.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “A lion  would be fiercer,” says Plastic, a bit un-  certainly. “It would sound hungrier,  I bet.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Maybe it is a giant buffalo,” suggests Lumphy.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Maybe it is a  dump truck!” squeals StingRay. “A big orange dump truck  tipping out piles of rotten  groceries on top of us,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e and trapping us with the garbage-eating sharks\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e and the throw-up smell!”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Wouldn’t a dump truck be louder?” asks Plastic, though  she is starting to  think StingRay might have a point. “I’m sure it’s not a dump  truck.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e . . . . .\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The backpack thumps down again with a bang. “I would  like to be warned,”  moans Lumphy. “Sudden bumps make everything worse than it already  is.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “The Girl doesn’t love us and she’s trying to get rid of us!” cries  StingRay  in a panic.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The backpack opens. The rumbly noise gets louder, and the light  is very  bright—so bright that StingRay, Plastic, and Lumphy have to squinch up   their eyes and take deep breaths before they can see where they are. A  pair of warm  arms takes them all out of the dark, wet-bathing-suit smell  together.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The three  toys look around. There are small chairs, a sunny window, and a  circle of fidgety  faces.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e It is not the vet.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e It is not the zoo.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e It is not the dump. (They  are pretty sure.)\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e But where is it?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The rumbly noise surges up. A grown-up  asks everyone to Please Be Quiet  Now. And then comes a familiar voice.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “These  are my best friends,” says the Little Girl who owns the backpack  and sleeps in the  high bed with the fluffy pillows. “My best friends in  the world. That’s why I brought  them to show-and-tell.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Welcome,” says the teacher.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Sticky, unfamiliar  fingers pat Lumphy’s head and StingRay’s plush tail.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Plastic is held up for  all to admire. “We are here to be shown and told,”  she whispers to StingRay and  Lumphy, feeling quite bouncy as she looks  around at the schoolroom. “Not to be thrown  away or put under the X-ray  machine!”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The teacher says Lumphy looks a lot like  a real buffalo. (Lumphy wonders  what the teacher means by “real,” but he is too  happy to worry much about  it.)\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “We’re special!” whispers StingRay. “We’re her  best friends!”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “I knew it would be something nice,” says Plastic.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e . . .  . .\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Funny, but the ride home is not so uncomfortable. The smell is still  there,  but the backpack seems rather cozy. Plastic has herself a nap.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e StingRay isn’ t worried about vets and zoos and gar-bage dumps anymore; she  curls herself into  a ball by Lumphy’s buffalo stomach. “The Little Girl  loves us,” she tells him. “I  knew it all along, really. I just didn’t want  to say.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Lumphy licks StingRay’ s head once, and settles down to wait. When he knows  where he is going, traveling  isn’t so bad. And right now, he is going home.","brand":"Yearling","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46301725458661,"sku":"NP9780385736619","price":8.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/1842\/7735\/files\/9780385736619.jpg?v=1767742876","url":"https:\/\/k12savings.com\/products\/toys-go-out-isbn-9780385736619","provider":"K12savings","version":"1.0","type":"link"}