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This is a work of fiction.
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Text copyright © 2015 by Megan McDonald
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CONTENTS
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The Sherlock-Holmes Comet 7
Master of Disaster 29
Albert Einstink 49
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Judy and Stink were sleeping out in
the backyard. Judy and Stink were
stargazing. Judy and Stink were
searching the sky for comet P/2015
OZ4. The Sherman-Holm comet. Stink
called it the Sherlock-Holmes comet.
The night sky looked like the Starry
Night painting, only better. “No
blinking, Stink,” Judy told him.
The Sherlock-Holmes Comet
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“A comet is a once-in-a-lifetime thing.
No way would you want to miss it.”
Stink tried not to blink. But thinking
about blinking just made him
blinkier.
“Sure is dark out here,” said Stink.
“That’s because it’s nighttime,
Stink.”
“Sure is quiet out here,” said Stink.
“That’s because it’s nighttime,
Stink.”
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Judy pointed to a band of stars that
looked like a giant brushstroke across
the sky. “That’s the Milky Way,” said
Judy.
“Hey! There’s the Big Dipper. And
the Little Dipper. And the Medium
Dipper.”
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“And there’s Wynken, Blynken, and
Nod,” said Judy.
“For real?” asked Stink.
“Gotcha!” said Judy, laughing
herself silly.
quiet for a long time.
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“They should call this star-waiting,”
said Stink.
“Good things come to those who
wait, Stink.”
“Says who?”
“Abe Lincoln. The ketchup bottle.
Mom and Dad.”
While he waited, Stink dumped out
his backpack. “Star book. Star map.
Star finder. Flashlight. Toilet-paper-
tube telescope, and . . . my Star Talker
DL7.”
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Stink pressed a button.
“The full moon in March is called a
Worm Moon.”
Stink pressed the button again.
“A star in Draco, the Dragon, was used
by ancient Egyptians to build pyramids.”
Stink pressed the button again.
“The full moon in March is called a
Worm Moon.”
Stink pressed the button again.
“The full moon in March is called a
Worm Moon.”
Judy put her hands over her ears.
“Make that thing stop! All you need for
stargazing is your eyes, Stink. And a
little P and Q.”
“P and Q?”
“Peace and quiet.”
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Stink opened his Big Head Book of
Stars. Stink held his star map up to the
sky. He turned it this way and that.
Judy watched the twinkling stars in
the velvet sky and waited.
Stink spun his star finder to August.
Stink squinted one eye and
looked through his toilet-paper-tube
telescope.
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and Draco on
the map.
Pegasus,
Stink studied his star map. He found
the Eagle,
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Judy studied the night sky. She
found the Swan, the tail of Scorpius,
and the Summer Triangle in the sky.
Then she saw . . . a flash of light. A
giant ball of fire streaked across the
inky sky faster than a wink! Faster
than a blink.
Judy jumped up. “Stink? Did you . . .
did you see that?”
Stink looked up from his map. “See
what?”
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“The comet! I think
Sherlock-Holmes just
flew across the sky!”
“I missed it?” Stink
wailed. “Wait. What did it look like?”
“Like a red-hot freaky fireball
streaking across the sky. Like Fourth
of July fireworks. Like five
thousand
shooting stars.”
“No way did you see a comet,” said
Stink. “Comets are made of ice, not fire.
They don’t streak across the sky. And a
comet has a tail. Did it have a tail?”
Judy shrugged.
“It was probably just a shooting
star or a meteor or a fireball or a
supernova.”
“Or a UFO!” Judy teased.
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“Whatever it was, maybe it’ll go by
again!” Stink said hopefully.
“It will,” said Judy. “In about a
hundred years.”
“A hundred years! I can’t wait till
I’m a hundred and seven!”
how you can see a comet.” She
crawled inside the T. P. Club tent.
“Don’t come in until I say so.”
Stink waited for what felt like a
hundred and seven years. “Can I
come in yet?”
“Not yet.”
Stink itched and scratched and
waited. “Now?”
“Not yet.”
“How about now?”
“No!”
“Did you know the full moon in
March is called a Worm Moon?” Stink
asked.
Silence.
“There sure is a lot of peace and
quiet out here,” said Stink.
“You can come in now,” said Judy.
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Finally! Stink crawled into the tent.
The inside was covered with stars —
glow-in-the-dark star stickers.
“Wow!” Stink gazed up at his own
small sky. “There’s the Big Dipper!
And the Little Dipper. Even the
Medium Dipper!”
Judy pointed to a three-star cluster.
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“This is Wynken, Blynken, and Nod.
And that’s not all,” said Judy. She
turned on not one but two flashlights.
One made a fuzzy ball on the tent sky.
She held the other flashlight at an
angle to make a tail.
“It’s a comet!” said Stink. “The
Sherlock-Holmes comet!”
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When Judy’s arms got tired, she
turned off the flashlights and crawled
inside her sleeping bag. “Show’s over.
I’m going to bed.”
“I didn’t get to see the real comet,”
said Stink, “but I got the next best
thing. My own private galaxy.
Thanks, Judy.”
“Mm-hmm,” said a sleepy Judy.
Stink opened the tent flap to peek
at the real sky one last time. The stars
twinkled like glitter. All of a sudden, a
star streaked across the sky.
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“A shooting star!” said Stink. “I saw
one! For real!”
“Make a wish,” mumbled Judy.
Stink closed his eyes and made a
wish.
That night, Stink and Judy went to
the Land of Nod under the winking,
blinking stars. If Stink’s wish came
true, they would be doing the exact
same thing in another hundred years.
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Stink raced home from Saturday
Science Club. “The sky is falling! The
sky is falling!”
Judy looked up from her ant
habitat. “Slow down, Chicken Little,”
said Judy. “What are you saying?”
“The asteroids are coming! The
asteroids are coming! I just found
out that a giant meteorite landed in
Master of Disaster
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Russia. No lie. And an even bigger one
might be headed for Earth.”
“Don’t worry, Stink. Dad says tons
of space junk hits Earth every day.”
“Don’t worry? Tell that to the
dinosaurs. There could be a rock
out there with your name on it. It
could be speeding toward Earth right
now, going sixty miles per second.
Disasteroid!”
Judy watched an ant dig a tunnel.
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“Ooh, I could be a yellow crazy
ant,” said Judy. “And you could be
an odorous ant. Odorous ants smell
like rotting coconuts when you squish
them.”
“How can you think about ants at
a time like this?” Stink cried. “Any
minute you could be squashed like a
pancake. Or squished right down to
the size of . . . an ant!”
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“Get serious,” said Stink.
“Stink, if an asteroid hits Earth —”
“You said if. But it’s not if, Judy. It’s when
.”
“What can I do about it?” asked Judy.
“You can build a net the size of Virginia
to catch the asteroid. You can invent an
anti-asteroid Blast-o-Matic machine to
destroy it before it reaches us. Blasteroid!”
“That sounds too much like homework,”
said Judy.
“I’m going to make an asteroid-proof
bunker in the basement.”
“You hate the basement,” said Judy.
“Dark. Scary. Spiders.”
“I’d rather be bitten by ten hundred
spiders than squished to the size of a
coconut ant by a killer asteroid.”
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Stink put on his bike helmet, water
wings, and knee pads. He made
himself an aluminum-foil cape.
Asteroid Boy! Asteroid Boy would
protect Earth from killer asteroids!
Stink carried a blanket, a flashlight,
and a light saber down to the
basement. He carried Toady the
toad and Astro the guinea pig to the
basement. He carried half his room
to the basement. He even took the
toaster to the basement.
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“Mom! Dad!” called Judy. “Stink
just moved into the basement.”
“He hates the basement,” said
Mom.
“That’s what I said,” said Judy.
“Why the basement?” asked Dad.
“To hide from killer asteroids,” said
Judy. “They’re speeding toward
Earth
this very second.”
“Tons of space junk hits Earth every
day,” said Dad.
“That’s what I said you said,” said
Judy.
“He’ll change his mind at the first
sign of a spider,” said Mom.
“He’ll change his mind as soon as it
gets dark,” said Dad.
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Judy and Mouse the cat tiptoed
down the stairs to the stinky
basement. Stink had built a fort out of
boxes and boards, chairs and crates.
“Like my bunker?” Stink asked.
Before Judy could answer, a loud
roaring sound came from outside.
“Did you hear that? A sonic boom!”
“Lawn mower,” said Judy.
Next they heard a whooshing
sound.
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“Did you hear that?” said Stink. “A
space storm!”
“Washing machine,” said Judy.
Stink heard a crash like breaking
glass.
“It’s here!” Stink cried. “The asteroid
has landed!”
“That was Dad. Doing dishes
again,” said Judy.
“Do you feel hot?”
Stink asked. “I feel
hot.” He peered