The Good, the Bad and the Very Slimy (Rotten School Series #3)

by R. L. Stine, Trip Park (Illustrator)

Overview

April-May June Loves Bernie Bridges . . . she just doesn't know it yet.

She's the coolest hottest girl in the school and Bernie thinks she should go to the dance with him.

April-May won't even be seen with Bernie because he's such a troublemaker.

So Bernie makes her a promise—a really scary promise. He says he'll stay out of trouble for a whole week if she promises to go to the dance with him.

Bernie is shaking, quivering, quaking. Can he turn into a goody-goody—especially when it's time for the famous (against the rules!) super slimy slug race?

Product Details

ISBN-13:	9780061907227
Publisher:	HarperCollins
Publication date:	05/14/2009
Series:	Rotten School Series , #3
Sold by:	HARPERCOLLINS
Format:	eBook
Pages:	128
Lexile:	480L (what's this?)
File size:	4 MB
Age Range:	8 - 12 Years

About the Author

R.L. Stine has more than 350 million English language books in print, plus international editions in 32 languages, making him one of the most popular children’s authors in history. Besides Goosebumps, R.L. Stine has written other series, including Fear Street, Rotten School, Mostly Ghostly, The Nightmare Room, and Dangerous Girls. R.L. Stine lives in New York with his wife, Jane, and his Cavalier King Charles spaniel, Minnie. Visit him online at rlstine.com.

Trip Park grew up in Ithaca, New York, and went to college at The University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill, where he was first drawn to advertising. He then moved to Chicago, later New York, where he joined advertising agencies and worked on kids’ favorites including Cap’n Crunch, Gatorade, Kellogg’s, and Ronald McDonald. His children’s commercials have won numerous awards. But advertising also brought something equally as rewarding. There he got to work with some of his favorite illustrators. Watching these artists create their pieces inspired Trip Park to try his hand at illustrating himself.

Trip Park has illustrated a number of children's books including Gopher Up Your Sleeve, written by Tony Johnston, Trout, Trout, Trout! (A Fish Chant) and Ant, Ant, Ant! (An Insect Chant), both written by April Pulley Sayre. He has also developed characters and helped animate commercials for Nickelodeon, The California State Fair, Lego, and many others. When Rotten School came along, the opportunity to translate to the drawing board R.L. Stine’s cast of kids was a wonderful chance to combine his love for children’s illustration with this group of rotten students. His work can be seen at www.tripparkproductions.com.

Trip lives in Charlotte, NC with his wife, Laura and four children.

Hometown:

New York, New York

Date of Birth:

October 8, 1943

Place of Birth:

Columbus, Ohio

Education:

B.A., Ohio State University, 1965

Website:

http://www.rlstine.com

Read an Excerpt

Rotten School #3: The Good, the Bad and the Very Slimy

Chapter One

A Brand-New Bernie

You are probably wondering why I—Bernie Bridges—decided to change my behavior, change my personality, and become a whole new kid.

A new Bernie Bridges! It's a frightening thought—isn't it?

Especially since the old Bernie Bridges was perfect!

Well, the new Bernie Bridges had to be even perfecter. You'll see why. . . .

Don't get me wrong. I think life is great here at the Rotten School. I think all kids should go to boarding school and live away from home.

My buddies and I live in an old house at the back of the campus, called Rotten House. No parents! It's a terrific life.

Of course, we do have some problems with those goody-goody kids who live in the dorm across from us. It's called Nyce House. What kind of geek would live in a place called Nyce House?

But, I'm getting away from my story. And I know you're very eager to hear my story—since it's all about me. . . .

It started one night after dinner in the Student Center. That's where my guys and I go every night to shoot some pool, play video games, and hang out.

I was hurrying to the game room. Tuesday night is slug race night, and I was late. I had Sluggo, my racing slug, wrapped up safely in my shirt pocket.

I carried Sluggo into the game room and started to unwrap his little velvet blanket. The guys were waiting around the pool table.

I saw my pals Feenman and Crench standing behind me. They were holding up signs to cheer us on.

"Hey, Bernie,you're late," Feenman cried.

"No problem," I said, rolling my big slug around in my hand. "Sluggo is feeling strong tonight. And fast. Aren't you, Sluggo?"

He oozed a warm liquid into my hand. I guess he was trying to answer me.

That spoiled brat, Sherman Oaks—my arch- enemy—grinned across the table at me. He was petting a fat, silvery slug.

He had his buddies from the Nyce House dorm with him.

The big, beefy hulk, Joe Sweety, leaned over the table, putting his slug through its warm-up exercises. Wes Updood stood next to him, tossing his slug up in the air and catching it.

My friend Beast flashed me a thumbs-up. Beast is very big and very hairy. He grunts a lot, and sometimes he walks on all fours. But we're pretty sure he's human. (At least 80 percent human.)

Nosebleed, another kid from my dorm, leaned against the wall with his head tilted back, trying to stop a nosebleed.

I set Sluggo down on the table and started to give him a rubdown. We all train our own slugs. We race them from one end of the pool table to the other. Sometimes the slugs forget they are in a race. So we poke them with toothpicks to keep them moving. (They don't seem to mind.)

I turned to Sherman. "Sluggo has won five races in a row," I said. "He's going to leave your new slug in his slime trail."

Sherman shook his perfect, wavy blond hair. "I don't think so, Bernie. I brought a secret weapon tonight."

He plopped a white paper bag on the table—and pulled out a big hunk of raw meat. "Hamburger," he said. "It's gone rotten. See? It's turning green and purple. My slug, Godzilla, loves it. I put the spoiled meat at the end of the table. And Godzilla races his heart out to get to it."

"Yuck! It stinks!" Feenman and Crench both cried. They covered their noses. "It's covered with maggots! Get it out of here!"

"This is top-grade sirloin," Sherman bragged. "Nothing but the best rotten meat for Godzilla."

I shook my head. "Sluggo still wins," I said. "He's a vegetarian. He doesn't care about rotten meat."

I lined Sluggo up at the edge of the table. The big guy was eager to race. "Put up your money, dudes," I said. We each bet five dollars. It's winner-take-all—and we know who the winner will be!

Sherman plopped the pukey hunk of beef at the far end of the pool table. Then he placed his fat slug next to mine. Now all six slugs were lined up.

"Ready . . . ," I called out. "Set . . . "

The game room door burst open.

We all spun around.

There stood Mrs. Heinie, our teacher, hands on her hips, her eyes bulging in horror behind those two-inch-thick glasses she wears.

"What on earth are you boys doing?" she shrieked.

Rotten School #3: The Good, the Bad and the Very Slimy. Copyright © by R.L. Stine. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold.