Robo-Dodo Rumble by Tom Angleberger

Author:Tom Angleberger
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Abrams
Published: 2019-09-10T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 9

We got the penny. That was all the money that was left in my store, since no one had bought any cookies all day!

“Now what do we do with the penny?” I asked.

“We’re going to buy cookies from Robo-Dodo,” said Didi Dodo.

“WHAT ARE YOU TELLING US?!” we all yelled.

“I’m telling you that we are going to buy cookies from Robo-Dodo,” said Didi Dodo.

“But we don’t want its nasty cookies,” said the baby chicks. “Yuk!”

“And I don’t want to support its business,” I said.

“And I was going to use that penny to get a gumball,” said the Queen.

“Don’t you trust me?” asked Didi Dodo.

“Of course we do,” I said.

“Then tighten up your skates, ‘cause we’ve got another jump to make!”

“What do we do?” asked the chicks.

“Do you know any musical numbers?”

“We learned to sing ‘Achy Breaky Heart’ and do the Achy Breaky country line dance by watching YouTube.”

“Great,” Didi told them. “Just wait for your cue.”

Minutes later, we were up at the top of Gertrude’s Used Ski Jump ramp again. The giant eel monster was right in front of it.

“This ramp is even scarier now,” I cried, “because there’s a giant eel monster right in front of it!”

“You’ll just have to make sure you jump over the giant eel monster!” said Didi Dodo, and she pushed me over the edge.

We zoomed down the ramp, then up the ramp, then through the air . . . directly at the giant eel’s giant mouth!

I may be a flightless bird, but I was flapping my wings like crazy!

But as I went higher and higher, the eel opened its mouth wider and wider!

“We’re not going to make it!” I yelled to Didi.

“Yes . . . we . . . are . . .” said Didi, also flapping like crazy. “Baby chicks, hit it!”

Far down below, the baby chicks began to sing “Achy Breaky Heart” and do the Achy Breaky country line dance.

The eel couldn’t help itself. It glanced down to see who was singing and dancing.

It was just enough!

We barely cleared its huge mouth, then skated up its head, past its beady eyes, onto its fin, and jumped into the air again.

Down below, the chicks were yelling “Yee-haw” and waving tiny bandanas.

We landed back on top of Robo-Dodo, dodged a few laser blasts, and skated straight into the same hole we had used earlier.

But this time, Didi grabbed on to the butter hose and I grabbed on to Didi. She swung us out of the bowl, over the oven, and right into Robo-Dodo’s control room.

“Boo-hoo-hoo,” said Robo-Dodo. “All my cus-to-mers have gone a-way.”

“Don’t worry,” said Didi, holding up the penny. “We found one more customer for you.”

“Great,” said Robo-Dodo. “Which one of you wants all the coo-kies you can eat?”

“Oh, it’s not for us,” said Didi. “It’s for the giant eel.”

“Uh . . .” said Robo-Dodo. “How ma-ny coo-kies can a gi-ant eel eat?”

“TONS!” said Didi. “So you better start baking.”

“I do not want to,” said Robo-Dodo. “That sounds like a bad biz-ness deal for me.

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