The Puppet Wrangler

Vicki Grant

Description

Telly Mercer is shy and quiet, used to living in the shadow of her older sister, Bess. Then she finds herself on the set of a puppet show, staying out of the way of her overstressed aunt Kathleen. One evening she makes a surprising discovery that launches her on an adventure with an unpredictable and angry puppet.

Sujets

• Juvenilee Fiction
• Puppets
• Toys
• Dolls

Informations

• Publié par: Orca Book Publishers
• Date de parution: 01 avril 2004
• Nombre de lectures: 1
• EAN13: 9781554695201
• Langue: English

Extrait

The Puppet Wrangler

VICKI GRANT

O RCA B OOK P UBLISHERS
Copyright 2004 Vicki Grant
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording or by any information storage and retrieval system now known or to be invented, without permission in writing from the publisher.
National Library of Canada Cataloguing in Publication Data
Grant, Vicki The puppet wrangler / Vicki Grant.
Electronic Monograph Issued also in print format. ISBN 9781551438207 (pdf) -- ISBN 9781554695201 (epub)
I. Title. PS8613.R356P86 2004 jC813 .6 C2004-900714-9
Summary: When Telly is sent to spend a month with her aunt on the set of a television puppet show, she is shocked to learn that Bitsie, the cute star of the show, has a dark side.
First published in the United States, 2004 Library of Congress Control Number : 2004100990
Orca Book Publishers gratefully acknowledges the support for its publishing programs provided by the following agencies: the Government of Canada through the Book Publishing Industry Development Program (BPIDP), the Canada Council for the Arts, and the British Columbia Arts Council.
Layout and typesetting: Lynn O Rourke Cover artwork 2003 Kathy Boake
In Canada: Orca Book Publishers PO Box 5626, Station B Victoria, BC Canada V8R 6S4
In the United States: Orca Book Publishers PO Box 468 Custer, WA USA 98240-0468
www.orcabook.com
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First, of course, to Gus, who makes all good things possible for me.
But also to Romney, who is not Kathleen, Buddy, who is not Mel, Jim, who may be Bitsie, and the entire cast and crew of Scoop Doozie .
You are all too talented, good-humored and civilized to appear in a book like this.
-V.G.
Contents
1 IT S NOT WHAT YOU RE THINKING
2 JUST SO YOU KNOW
3 WHAT DID I DO?
4 SPARE ME
5 TELLY DEAR,
6 A FEW THINGS MUM COULD HAVE AT LEAST ASKED KATHLEEN TO BEAR IN MIND
7 I ALMOST DIED,
8 NO ONE S WHO YOU THINK THEY ARE
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10 BY COMPARISON, EVEN BESS LOOKED NORMAL
11 JUST SO YOU KNOW PART II
12 I M TRYING TO BE REASONABLE HERE
13 HE GROWS ON YOU
14 EVERYTHING GORGEOUS NICK SINGH SAID TO ME THAT NIGHT
15 EVERYTHING I MEANT TO SAY TO GORGEOUS NICK SINGH THAT NIGHT
16 EVERYTHING I ACTUALLY SAID TO GORGEOUS NICK SINGH THAT NIGHT
17 MY DREAM COME TRUE
18 IGNORANCE IS BLISS
19 THE GOOD BITS
20 MY DAILY ROUTINE
21 IT CAME AS A SHOCK
22 BITSIE AND THE GREEN-EYED MONSTER
23 AN EXCITING NEW SHOPPING EXPERIENCE!
24 THIS IS HOW IT WORKS
25 EPISODE 10: BITSIE S BIG SURPRISE
26 I WAS JUST TRYING TO HELP
27 IT WAS BOUND TO COME TO THIS
28 IT COULD HAVE BEEN WORSE
29 HE DESERVED IT
30 REVENGE IS SWEET
30 LETTER BOMB
32 WHY AM I NOT SURPRISED?
33 THE FACTS OF LIFE
34 LIFE WAS SO MUCH EASIER IN DREEMLAND
35 THE GUY WAS A MANIAC
36 THE END OF THE WORLD AS I KNEW IT
37 SOMEONE OLDER AND WISER
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39 GOOD IDEAS COME FROM THE STRANGEST PLACES
40 IT WENT TO HIS HEAD...
41 SOMETHING TO REMEMBER
42 NOW SHOWING AT A BRAIN NEAR YOU
43 THE GREAT VAN GURP
44 YOU D THINK HE D HAVE NOTICED
45 A LITTLE DEMONSTRATION
46 NOT THE SOLUTION I WOULD HAVE CHOSEN, BUT IT WORKED
47 SOME ADDED COMPLICATIONS
48 RUNNING ON EMPTY
49 EVERYONE HAS A BREAKING POINT
50 WHAT GOOD WOULD THAT DO?
51 I JUST WENT FOR IT
51 I CAN COME UP WITH DUMB IDEAS AS WELL AS THE REST OF THEM
52 SEE?
53 FOR SALE: ONE SLIGHTLY USED KIDNEY
54 JUST LIKE ON THE HEALTH CHANNEL
55 MORE OR LESS THE WAY IT WENT
EPILOGUE: THEN WHAT HAPPENED?
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
1 IT S NOT WHAT YOU RE THINKING.
Everyone was screaming.
Most kids were screaming in a happy/scared kind of way-like we were all on some giant Krazy Karpet or something. The little kids were screaming because everyone else was. Adrienne Handspiker-figures-was screaming for help. (Like that would do any good. Who was going to help?)
I wasn t screaming. I never do. I was just sitting there.
It wasn t so bad. Whenever things get that crazy, my head goes really quiet inside. It s like I m watching TV with the sound turned off. Ideally, I d be able to change the channel too, but that would get noticed. (Go too blank in the face and teachers start calling home. I didn t need that. And you can bet my parents didn t need that either.) So I don t fool around with the picture. I just turn down the volume. That s when I get some of my best thinking done.
Like right then, for instance. When everyone else was screaming their faces off, I was thinking about the English language. It has got to be the worst way to say what you mean.
Example: I say, My big sister Bess took the school bus. You think, Yeah, so? You picture your typical teenager with a knapsack and maybe a nose ring climbing on and elbowing her way to a good seat by the window.
You don t picture this: Bess actually taking the school bus. Hopping into the driver s seat when Fred Smeltzer nipped out to check the back tire, yanking the door closed with that big old metal arm, and gunning off down Highway 12 like some cartoon maniac.
That s what I mean when I say Bess took the bus. Once you understand that, of course, the screaming follows naturally.
Even I was surprised, though-when I finally zoned back in-to hear everybody singing. Bess had them all going, I have not brought my specs with meeeeeee, just like this was some field trip to Ye Olde Heritage Saw Mill or something.
I have to hand it to her. Bess never does anything halfway. She doesn t just steal a car and make a break for Mexico like an ordinary sixteen-year-old would. She steals a bus and takes twenty-seven kids on the ride of their lives. She gets everybody singing and laughing and making up stupid verses to The Quartermaster s Store . 1 She even takes the detour down Sow s Ear Road so we can go over the bump that makes your stomach flip. Fred only does that the last day of school. Bess was all ready to do it twice in one day! In fact, she was actually backing up over the bump-which feels even weirder-when Cody Hebb barfed.
Things kind of went downhill from there. It was hot in the bus anyway, and what with all the excitement and Cody throwing up whole unchewed pieces of bacon, everyone started barfing. Well, not everyone, but there was a definite trend in that direction.
Bess even managed to make that fun. She started a contest-sort of a Motion Sickness Olympics-and everyone (who wasn t busy throwing up) really got into it. She called it Digestive Tract and Field. (I was the only one who got the joke. Our dad s the town doctor.) She had one eye on the road and the other eye looking for technical proficiency and artistic merit. She gave Cody a whole bunch of extra points for those reusable bacon strips, but in the end Alyssa Corkery won. She d had Tropical Punch for breakfast. That bright pink color was hard to beat.
Bess was just about to start the awards ceremony when we ran smack into the Mounties. Not literally smack into them -but close enough that even I screamed. (When the Mounties set up the roadblock at Hanson s Point, I guess they never figured we d be taking the corner that fast.)
They sure looked pale by the time we came to a stop. Who could blame them? Bess was, as they say, known to the police. They knew what she was capable of. They d been bringing her home in the backseat of cruisers since she was five.
I guess it started out cute. I don t really remember her first run-in with the law-Bess is four years older than I am-but my parents used to talk about it. She was mouthing off- surprise, surprise-and got sent to her room. When they went to check on her five minutes later, she was gone. My mother went hysterical. The Mounties found Bess an hour later, after Mrs. Sproule called (also hysterical) to report that someone had pulled out every single one of her tulips. Turns out Bess wanted to bring her mummy a bouquet.
See what I mean? Never halfway. Either lots of lip or 212 Princess Pink tulips, complete with bulbs.
Maybe if they d nipped her behavior in the bud right then and there, the other stuff wouldn t have happened. (That s Dad s current theory.) But they were so happy to have her back safe and so touched by the bouquet, and everyone made such a fuss when Bess hit the front page of The Clarion (once when it happened and once when she helped Dad and the expensive landscaping crew redo Mrs. Sproule s garden), that the whole thing turned into an Isn t-she-adorable! story.
And there s always a bit of that in everything Bess does. (For instance, most hard-core criminals wouldn t have come up with the Barfelona Olympics idea.) When she mooned the politician, it was the guy who called Nova Scotians lazy bums. When she ran away to Halifax, it actually was with the circus. Even her shoplifting was about playing Robin Hood. She just wanted to give stuff to people who needed it.
Or so she said.
There were times I liked Bess. A lot. She s funny and was usually there if I needed her.
No, scratch the last part. When I was a kid, she d get me home if I was bleeding or wet or something. And believe me, if anyone ever dared be mean to her little sister, she d stand up for me. (She always managed to pay them back double for anything they did.) But later? I don t know. Usually I just tried not to need her.
I tried not even to hear her. It was too confusing. I wanted to pound her for messing things up all the ti