Dial M for Mongoose: A Chet Gecko Mystery by Bruce HaleDial M for Mongoose: A Chet Gecko Mystery by Bruce Hale

Dial M for Mongoose: A Chet Gecko Mystery

byBruce Hale

Paperback | December 6, 2010

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Chet Gecko's investigations often show him the seamy underbelly of school life, but this case throws him for a loop. A deadly stink bomb is unleashed, a school building falls to rubble, money goes missing from the principal's office, and that's just a start. Chet's endurance for trouble is tested, but so is his loyalty: Someone is trying to get his mongoose janitor pal Maureen DeBree fired. A true-blue P.I. doesn't take that kind of monkey business lying down. Standing up, maybe.And stand up he will-to some very shifty school bullies. Chet keeps digging for the truth like a mole after an earthworm sandwich. Oh, foolish detective.
BRUCE HALE is the author of fifteen Chet Gecko mysteries, as well as Snoring Beauty, illustrated by Howard Fine. A popular speaker, teacher, and storyteller for children and adults, he lives in Santa Barbara, California. www.brucehale.com
Title:Dial M for Mongoose: A Chet Gecko MysteryFormat:PaperbackDimensions:128 pages, 7.5 × 5 × 0.36 inPublished:December 6, 2010Publisher:Houghton Mifflin HarcourtLanguage:English

The following ISBNs are associated with this title:

ISBN - 10:0547480792

ISBN - 13:9780547480794


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School-wide sabotage . . . Jerry Dooty extended his cupped paws. "I found these on the floor in Maureen’s office." We leaned closer. He held a bunch of little-bitty pieces of wood. Headless matchsticks. "I thought they seemed a little . . . I don’t know, suspicious?" he whined. "Figured I’d take them to Principal Zero, see what he thought." Natalie frowned. "You think he’ll think she’s suspicious?"" I think he’ll think she’s not thinking," said Mr. Dooty. "Maybe he’ll think she made the stink." "The stink?" I snapped. "You think?" "I think." Jerry Dooty gave an elaborate shrug. "But who cares what I think? I’m just the assistant janitor." Could he be right? Could my mongoose pal have sunk so low? I shook my head. Never in a million lunchtimes. Mr. Dooty shuffled past us, droning, "But I’ll tell you one thing—" Before he could finish his one thing, three things happened. First, Natalie sneezed. "Ha-CHOO!" Second, an eerie creaking, like the front doors to a thousand haunted houses, filled the air. And third, with a loud FOOMPF! the one-story building next to us collapsed.

Editorial Reviews

Praise for the Chet Gecko series:Those who haven't read a 'Chet Gecko' mystery don't know what they're missing." - School Library Journal "Hold onto your fedoras; this gecko's going places." - Kirkus Reviews "A choice series for reluctant readers." - Booklist "The sleuth with the smart mouth shows no signs of slowing down . . . and should continue to draw fans like fleas to a dog show." - Kirkus Reviews "