Killer Pizza by Greg TaylorKiller Pizza by Greg Taylor

Killer Pizza

byGreg Taylor

Paperback | May 24, 2011

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Pizza you'll die for!

Toby McGill dreams of becoming a world-famous chef, but up until now, his only experience has been watching the Food Network. When Toby lands a summer job at Killer Pizza, where pies like The Monstrosity and The Frankensausage are on the menu, things seem perfect. His coworkers, Annabel and Strobe, are cool, and Toby loves being part of a team. But none of them are prepared for what's really going on at Killer Pizza: It's a front for a monster-hunting organization!

Learning to cook pizzas is one thing, but killing hideously terrifying monsters? That's a whole other story. Still, if Toby quits Killer Pizza, will monsters take over his town?

Greg Taylor's Killer Pizza is a humorous and fast-paced read that R.L. Stine calls "a hot slice of horror that I couldn't put down!"

Greg Taylor is the author of the young adult novels The Girl Who Became a Beatle and Killer Pizza: The Slice. Born in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, he graduated from Penn State University and started out his career as a professional drummer, before moving to Los Angeles to become a screenwriter. His screenwriting credits include Jumanji, H...
Title:Killer PizzaFormat:PaperbackDimensions:368 pages, 7.58 × 5.22 × 0.97 inPublished:May 24, 2011Publisher:Square FishLanguage:English

The following ISBNs are associated with this title:

ISBN - 10:0312674856

ISBN - 13:9780312674854


Rated 4 out of 5 by from Great! I still can't get my head around the fact that their fourteen years old.... I got scared for them everytime they risk their life to catch a "monster". But I do love how not one moment in the book was a dull moment. Every chapter had a point in the story & I love that. Can't wait to read more about Toby, Strobe & Annabel as MCOs.
Date published: 2016-12-14
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Cool, Creepy book I loved this book! It was creepy and just plain awesome. I would recommend this to anyone looking for a creepy book about monster hunters. When Toby Magill thinks he's foung the perfect summer job at killer pizza, he discover's it's not all what it seems. I won't say much, but he's 14. He's to young to die.
Date published: 2012-02-16

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Chapter 1 Toby Magill had just sat down at his desk to boot up his computer when he heard his cell phone ring. Tossing aside the graphic novels and clothes strewn across his bedroom floor, Toby found the phone in a pair of cargo shorts and snapped it open.     “Hello?”     “I’d like to speak to Toby Magill, please.”     “I’m Toby.”     “This is Steve Rogers, from Killer Pizza.”     “Oh, yeah. Hi.”     “I have good news, Toby. We’d like you to wear Killer Pizza’s distinctive black T-shirt with the red logo known around the world.”     “You would?”     “Congratulations. The job is yours to lose. Come in tomorrow morning at eleven. By the end of the day you’ll know how to make the best pizzas in the universe.”     Steve Rogers hung up before Toby had a chance to say thank you. Staring at the phone, Toby wondered if he really heard what he thought he had just heard. After peppering at least a dozen local businesses with work applications over the past few weeks—and getting turned down by all of them—had this man actually offered him a job?     If so, Toby wanted to do more than just say thank you to Steve Rogers. He wanted to kiss the guy’s foot! He felt like letting out a whoop of joy! But Toby—by nature a shy, introverted kind of kid—bypassed the whoop of joy and simply smiled at this wonderful news.     So long, summertime blues!     Only two weeks had ticked by since school let out, but Toby was already dealing with a mean case of the SBs. Sure, he had his graphic novels, computer, video games, and chores he was always forgetting to do. But step outside of his home and there was nothing to do in his Ohio suburban community of Hidden Hills. Nothing for Toby, anyway. His only real friend had left for California to spend the summer with his dad and stepmother. That had left Toby hangin’ out in the wind. Alone.     But this was great! Toby was confident that Killer Pizza would kick-start what had so far been an incredibly dull summer.     “Guess what? I got a job,” Toby announced at dinner that evening.     Toby’s mother frowned, obviously not overjoyed at the prospect of her son finding employment. His sister, Stacey, looked like she didn’t believe him. As for Mr. Magill, Toby’s news of summer employment brought a smile to his face. “That’s great, Toby. Where?”     “Killer Pizza. It’s right down on Industrial Avenue.”     “Weird spot for a pizza place,” Stacey said.     Toby felt like giving his bratty twelve-year-old sister a swift kick under the table. To say the two had a combative relationship would be putting it mildly.     It didn’t help that Stacey was so good at everything, from academics to learning the flute to being so naturally at ease with people.     By contrast, nothing had ever come easily to Toby. He struggled to keep a B average, had not been able to master any of the instruments he had tackled so far—including his battered secondhand guitar—and had always found it difficult to make friends, thanks to that shy streak of his.     Those weren’t the only differences between brother and sister. Physically they were worlds apart, as well, Stacey being a small, petite kid—she took after her mom in that regard—compared to Toby, who was big for his age and close enough to being overweight that his mother was constantly reminding him to watch those sweets.     “Well, that’s where it is,” Toby told his sister, referring to the location of Killer Pizza. “Go look for yourself if you don’t believe me.”     “I still think you’re too young to be working,” Mrs. Magill said. Toby had turned fourteen just a few months before, which meant he had been able to apply for a work permit. “Especially at a place called Killer Pizza. What kind of name is that?” Mrs. Magill’s expression looked like she had just eaten something very distasteful.     “It’s ‘Pizza to Die For.’ If I’m lucky, no one will die from any of the pizzas I make.”     “Toby! That’s a terrible thing to say!”     “Just a little joke, Mom. Anyway . . .” Toby gave his dad a smile as he got up from the table. “I start tomorrow morning.” After placing his plate, silverware, and glass into the dishwasher, Toby walked from the room.     “Tell you one thing,” Stacey yelled after her brother. “I’m not ordering a pizza from you, that’s for sure!”Stacey was actually right about Killer Pizza’s address. It was an odd spot for a pizza place. Industrial Avenue wasn’t an avenue at all. It was a dead-end side road lined with old, somewhat decaying industrial buildings that housed a hodgepodge of businesses, from Washabaugh Auto Body to a dog obedience school to Harr’s Boat Covers.     Toby was nervous as he rode his bike past Harr’s the following morning. “The job is yours to lose.” That’s what Steve Rogers had told him. When he got to the Killer Pizza shop—located in a crumbling, 1950s-era brick building that sported a certain kind of funky charm—he hesitated before entering, took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly.     Toby didn’t want this job just to ward off the summertime blues. Fact was, he harbored a secret passion he hadn’t revealed to anyone. Not to his family. Not to his best friend.     He religiously watched the Food Channel.     Yes, Toby thought it might be kind of cool to be a chef. And why not? Celebrity chefs were in, after all. They were stars. What they mostly weren’t—from what Toby had seen on TV, anyway—were muscled, perfect-looking, athletic types, the kind who always brushed past him disdainfully in the hallways at school.     That gave Toby the license to dream about being a chef in a way that he could never dream about being one of the Popular Kids at school. Problem was, dreaming was all Toby had done, as far as being a chef was concerned. Cooking was still a secret ambition of his, which meant he had zilch experience in the kitchen.     So that’s why Toby was so nervous as he stood on the sidewalk in front of Killer Pizza. This wasn’t dreaming anymore, it was real life, a pretty scary thing for someone who was not exactly overloaded with self-confidence. After squelching a sudden impulse to turn and run, Toby squared his shoulders and nodded. Ready or not, it was time. Time to meet his destiny!     Or at least try to learn how to make a decent pizza pie.     When Toby pushed through the front door of the pizza shop, he was greeted by the sight of four people standing in the small area in front of the ordering counter. He tried not to stare at the beautiful girl with the ink-black hair.     This can’t be right, Toby thought. That’s Annabel Oshiro. What’s she doing here?     And yet it was Annabel Oshiro. A bona fide member of the Cool Kids Clique at Toby’s school, Annabel was also a Rich Kid, her family being one of the wealthiest in the community. Impressive social credentials, to be sure, but the really impressive thing about Annabel—as far as Toby was concerned—was how down-to-earth she was. With her outgoing personality and winning smile, Annabel managed the rare feat of actually being nice to everyone, no matter where they were on the social scale.     Thrilled as Toby was at the prospect of working with Annabel, he couldn’t help but wonder . . . why she was here, at Killer Pizza, standing in front of the large, colorful poster that advertised the various KP pizza choices. Certainly she had better, more exciting things to do than slave away in the hot kitchen of a take-out pizza chain all summer long.     “Mr. Magill?” Steve Rogers, with his crew cut, glasses, and pressed T-shirt, was the classic small-shop manager type. His eyes, magnified behind his glasses, were staring at Toby. “I’d like you to meet your fellow Killer Pizza staff.”     Toby nodded, eager to get on with things.     Annabel smiled as she stepped toward Toby, holding out her hand. “You’re Toby, right?”     “Yes,” Toby said, surprised that Annabel knew his name.     “We had English and geometry together last year.”     “Yes,” Toby said again. He knew from taking those classes with Annabel that she was really smart, a serious student. So, let’s see, in addition to being great-looking, popular, and one of the Rich Kids, Annabel was also a brainiac. Not a bad résumé.     “This should be fun,” Annabel said, looking like she meant it.     “Yes,” Toby said. Better come up with a few more words in this conversation or this girl’s gonna think you’re an idiot!     A tall guy with a lean but muscular build was the next one to shake Toby’s hand. “Strobe,” he said simply. Strobe had really intense green eyes, Toby noticed, eyes that seemed to take him in and size him up in a quick glance. Unlike Annabel’s warm greeting, Strobe’s was cool, abrupt. Toby didn’t recognize him. Strobe—whatever kind of name that was—looked older to Toby. Which would explain his unfamiliarity. He probably went to Triple H (Hidden Hills High), the intimidating fortress that Toby would begin attending in the fall.     “And, last but not least, this is Doug,” Steve said, indicating a teenager who looked like he wanted to be anywhere else but in the front reception area of Killer Pizza. Doug did not respond to Toby’s effort to shake hands. After holding out his hand awkwardly for a moment, Toby withdrew it. Okay, this kid is kinda strange.     “You four are the first employees of the Hidden Hills franchise of Killer Pizza,” Steve announced. Toby thought Steve might tear up, he looked so emotional. “Wear the colors proud.”     With that, Steve distributed four Killer Pizza T-shirts and four Killer Pizza baseball-style caps. The T-shirts were black with KILLER PIZZA on the front pocket in small, red letters. On the back of the tee—also in red—was a large, smiling, Godzilla-like creature holding up a steaming pizza pie. Beneath this variation on the Italian chef holding up a pizza was the KP logo . . .     PIZZA TO DIE FOR.     “What do you say, people?” Steve said, his eyes glinting with excitement. “Let’s learn how to make pizzas!”Toby fell backward onto his bed that evening and smiled up at the ceiling. Yes! He had passed the first test!     True, he had no idea how he would react under fire, during the busy dinner hours when he would have to choose from more than two dozen toppings and three different types of dough as he quickly constructed one of five different sizes of specialty pizzas after another (example: the Creature Double Feature—two medium-size pizzas, choice of any three toppings). But so far, so good.     Toby had absolutely loved the feel of the dough between his hands as he began making his first pizza. He loved the challenge of sprinkling just the right amount of ingredients onto the round pie. (They were all instructed to make a Monstrosity—an extra large with everything.)     Finally, there was the nervous—but somehow wonderful—anticipation as he waited for his pie to come out of the wood-burning oven. When it did, Steve tasted Toby’s first Killer Pizza. He had criticized all the others for one reason or another. “Too much pepperoni” (Strobe’s). “Too doughy” (Annabel’s). “This is a total disaster!” (Doug’s).     So Toby had waited to see what was wrong with his pizza. He knew something had to be wrong with it. But then Steve, his eyes closed for what seemed like a long time after tasting Toby’s pizza, looked at him and said, “This pizza . . . is killer!”Excerpted from Killer Pizza by Greg Taylor.Copyright © 2009 by Greg Taylor.Published in 2009 by Feiwel and Friends.All rights reserved. This work is protected under copyright laws and reproduction is strictly prohibited. Permission to reproduce the material in any manner or medium must be secured from the Publisher.

Editorial Reviews

"Taylor keeps the action coming at a brisk pace.a fun diversion." -Publishers Weekly"A delectable choice for horror fans as well as reluctant readers." -School Library Journal"A monster is roaming the nights in Hidden Hills, Ohio. But why worry about monsters when you can sink your teeth into a Killer Pizza? Greg Taylor serves up a hot slice of horror that I couldn't put down!" -R. L. Stine"This much-needed book definitely fills a gap in horror stories for young readers left by the end of the Goosebumps series." -VOYA