Second part of the wildly imaginative fantasy set in a New York where people can fly and the daughter of the richest man in the universe can make herself invisible…It’s six months since the end of the Invisible Girl, and Gurl, AKA Georgie, is attending a posh girls school that she hates, and hardly speaking to Bug, who seems to be too busy making adverts and endorsements to see his old friend.But when a giant octopus appears in the Hudson and a giant sloth kidnaps a squealing heiress and takes her to the top of the Empire State Building, our two unlikely heroes realise that something very strange is going on.Could it have something to do with the pen that can think for itself? Where’s the Professor when you need him? And who is the artist punk they call the Chaos King?
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Laura Ruby. The Boy Who Could Fly
Contents
Mr Fuss Makes a Fuss
The Saddest Little Rich Girl in the Universe
Eight Arms to Hold You
Pinkwater’s Momentary Lapse of Concentration
Bad
Punk Rock
Patience and Fortitude
The It Club
Good Dog
How Much is That Demon in the Window?
Mega Megatherium
Hero
Maybe It’s the Fangs
Old Crow
Mandelbrot
Running Amuck
The Queen Says “Stupid!”
Hitting the Books
Woof
OK, Potato
Hello, Hewitt
The Book of the Undead
Like You, Like You
Art Appreciation
Hangman
The Temple of Dendur
Goddess Worship
Chaos
Fussy
Also by Laura Ruby
Copyright
About the Publisher
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For Steve, for making order out of chaos.
- Laura
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But the children would be difficult to get to. Freelancers, unfortunately, would have to be hired. Mr Fuss could not afford to be associated with the plan until the mission was completed.
Mr Fuss refolded the articles and clipped them into the planner. The planner then went back into the coat pocket. Suddenly, Mr Fuss was very tired. And in addition to formulating some sort of plan to find the pen, he still had four other unfinished tasks on his list for today. Ah well. He could go get himself a “magic” pretzel first. And he would take the subway uptown. Unlike most people who lived in the city, Mr Fuss enjoyed the subway. It was quiet and gloomy and most of the idiots who thought they could fly didn’t bother with it. He didn’t even mind the alligators. Sweet, really, when you got to know them. Mr Fuss took a moment to admire his own alligator-skin boots.
