Secrets of Dripping Fang, Book Six: Attack of the Giant Octopus by Dan GreenburgSecrets of Dripping Fang, Book Six: Attack of the Giant Octopus by Dan Greenburg

Secrets of Dripping Fang, Book Six: Attack of the Giant Octopus

byDan GreenburgIllustratorScott M. Fischer

Paper over Board | January 5, 2007

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After Wally's brush with death by insulin shock (a lesser-known means of assassination, for sure), he and Cheyenne are more determined than ever to stop the Ont Queen and her millions of minions from enslaving the human race and ending life on Earth as we know it. But how can two orphans overthrow an entire army of freakishly massive ants? And further, how do we know that the Ont Queen won't resort to even more creepy and unusual methods to try to exterminate Wally once and for all?

Well, these two scrawny kids have managed to survive this long, haven't they? They might just make it through one more book.
DAN GREENBURG is the creator of the enormously popular Zack Files series of middle grade novels as well as the author of a number of bestselling adult books, the best-known of which is How to Be a Jewish Mother. He lives in New York. SCOTT M. FISCHER has illustrated many book jackets and has also created art for Magic: The Gatherin...
Title:Secrets of Dripping Fang, Book Six: Attack of the Giant OctopusFormat:Paper over BoardProduct dimensions:160 pages, 7.25 × 5 × 0.58 inShipping dimensions:7.25 × 5 × 0.58 inPublished:January 5, 2007Publisher:Houghton Mifflin HarcourtLanguage:English

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ISBN - 10:0152060413

ISBN - 13:9780152060411

Appropriate for ages: 7


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CHAPTER 1   I’d Like an Appointment with the Giant Octopus, Please Midnight in the basement of Cincinnati’s Horace Hotchkiss Aquarium. Puddles on the concrete floor. The festering smell of a fish market on a hot day.  “Keep your trap shut and follow me,” warned a voice in a harsh whisper.  The Jackal, a figure in a black leather trench coat, turned toward the voice. It had come from a man wearing a wet rubber scuba suit dripping with slime.  It was the job of the man in the scuba suit dripping with slime to clean the giant tanks in which the aquarium’s most dangerous inhabitants were imprisoned. The man’s name was Sledge. He had a two-day growth of beard and a deeply scarred face, the result of confrontations with creatures that didn’t appreciate his housecleaning. A large part of Sledge’s lower right lip was missing, revealing a disturbing sneer of teeth. It was fortunate he worked nights and rarely came in contact with the public.  Sledge led The Jackal into a dimly lit storage room. On its floor, black hoses coiled like sea snakes.  “Okay, chief, tell me what you want,” said Sledge, his voice as low and deep as a foghorn. “But make it snappy—I don’t have all night.”  Deliberately taking more time than he needed to, The Jackal removed a stiff pack of stinky French cigarettes from his trench coat pocket, put one between his lips, set it on fire with a wooden match, inhaled deeply, then exhaled a cloud of putrid smoke.  “One evening after the aquarium has closed,” said The Jackal, “a friend of mine, a young man, a professional daredevil, wishes to enter the tank with your giant octopus.”  “Absolutely, positively, totally, and completely out of the question,” the tank cleaner snapped.  “What a pity,” said The Jackal, puffing on his cigarette. “Why?”  “Why?” Sledge snorted, laughing nastily. “The octopus would snake her tentacles around your friend’s body and squeeze him like a tube of toothpaste. Her beak would open him up like a can of sardines, and she’d feast on his guts. His screams would die inside big bubbles of air. A truly ghastly death.”  “My friend is, of course, aware of the risk,” said The Jackal, inhaling more smoke from his vile French cigarette. “The risk is frankly what makes him do it. My friend has wrestled the man-eating crocodile, survived the attack of the giant grizzly, fought off the jaws of the great white shark. He does this for a living, you see. He’s quite well-known. Perhaps you’ve heard of him—his name is Wally Shluffmuffin.”  “I don’t care how well-known he is,” said Sledge. “The name means nothing to me, and your friend is a fool. He wouldn’t last sixty seconds with this creature.”  “I, on the other hand, believe he would last sixty seconds,” said The Jackal, with a grim smile. “I plan to videotape him from the other side of the glass. I already have a deal to sell the tape to a big TV reality show. My TV people will pay the same whether he lives or dies. Frankly, they’ll pay more if he dies. I can sign a legal paper absolving you and the aquarium of all responsibility. I can make this venture very much worth your while.”  “You don’t say.”  “I do say.”  “How much worth my while?”  The Jackal smiled again, a different sort of smile. “Very much worth your while.” He opened the black leather suitcase he’d been carrying. It was filled with bricks of newly minted hundred-dollar bills, Benjamin Franklin with pursed lips staring disapprovingly out from every one of them.  Sledge didn’t react to the contents of the open suitcase for the longest time. Then, at last, he spoke.  “Midnight next Thursday,” he said. “A back door will be left unlocked so you and your friend may come in unobserved. Your friend will enter the tank of the giant octopus and remain there for precisely six minutes. He will be permitted no scuba or other underwater breathing apparatus, no speargun or knife, no weapon of any kind. If he survives, you will both exit the aquarium as soon as the six minutes are up. If he does not survive—which he won’t—the creature will ingest all traces of him and you will exit immediately. I will sign no papers. We have never spoken of this matter or anything else. I have forgotten your friend’s name and I do not wish to know yours. We have never met.”  Sledge grabbed the handle of the suitcase. His hand was seriously deformed. It looked as though it had no bones. It looked less like a hand than a tentacle with a double row of suckers.   Text copyright © 2007 by Dan Greenburg Illustrations copyright © 2007 by Scott M. FischerAll rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopy, recording, or any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the publisher.

Table of Contents


 1 I’d Like an Appointment with the Giant Octopus, Please 
 2 Mutants Do Seem to Lack the Common Courtesies 
 3 Two Calls from a Concerned Citizen 
 4 Wally Is in Over His Head 
 5 Can the Dead Become Truly Responsible Parents?
 6 Meet the Mutants 
 7 Cheyenne, Cheyenne, Where Have You Been? I’ve Been to the Ont Cave to Visit the Queen. 
 8 We Here at DFFCDS Do Not Tolerate the Intolerant 
 9 School Days, School Days, Dear Old Golden Ghoul Days 
10 What Has Three Hearts, Blue Blood, and Is Red All Over? 
11 Most Orthodontists Tend Not to Have Such a Pronounced Overbite 
12 Mastering the Subtle Art of Job Interviews 
13 No, I Don’t Want to See Any of Your Stupid Babies 
14 Come On, Give a Bug a Hug 
15 Let’s Make Cheyenne Do Something Gross and Disgusting 
16 Never Go Home with Escorts Whose Faces Are Wrapped in Big Black Bandages 
17 All in Favor of Tearing Him to Pieces, Raise Your Claws 
18 Never Meet a Kidnapper in an Aquarium at Midnight 
19 Okay, the Good News Is It’s Not a Giant Snake
20 Take These Arms, I Want to Lose Them—Well, One of Them 
21 You Really Do Not Want to Annoy a Vampire 
22 You Can’t Say We Didn’t Warn You About Annoying a Vampire 
23 Our Larger Lockers Are Really Quite Comfy 
24 All Right Then, How Would You Define Employed? 
25 Vampire Dad Can’t Go On Like This 
26 You Can Go Home Again, But They’re Still Serving Gruel with Boogers 
27 Why, Grandma, What a Big Babushka You Have