Frankie Pickle and the Pine Run 3000

Frankie Pickle and the Pine Run 3000

Eric Wight

Language: English

Pages: 96

ISBN: 1416964851

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

Frankie Pickle returns for another imaginative adventure and this time it all comes down to race cars. Well, not quite race cars, but the Pine Run Derby for scouts. Frankie is in danger of not advancing to the next ranking with the rest of his troop unless he can win the Pine Run 3000. But Frankie wants to do everything on his own so he imagines himself as a world-class sculptor, a mad scientist, and of course, a pro-racecar driver. In the end, Frankie learns that team work is the only way he won't get left in the dust.

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Cataloging-in-Publication Data Wight, Eric, 1974- Frankie Pickle and the Pine Run 3000 / written and illustrated by Eric Wight. — 1st ed. Summary: Fourth-grader Frankie Piccolini’s vivid imagination does not help him advance in rank with the rest of his Possum Scout troop, but winning the Pine Run 3000 model car race would give him the points he needs. ISBN 978-1-4169-6485-8 (hardcover : alk. paper) [1. Scouting (Youth activity)—Fiction. 2. Racing—Fiction. 3. Imagination—Fiction. 4.

must have been from other troops. At least he didn’t have to race Carter right away. That was a relief. Frankie placed his car on the starting line. He turned to Dad, who gave him a wink for confidence. Argyle licked his face for good luck. Showtime. CHAPTER FOURTEEN Piper practically tackled Frankie, she was so excited for him. Dad hugged him too. Lucy squealed. Argyle jumped up and down on his hind legs. Frankie couldn’t believe it. He HAD won his first race! But his celebration was cut

Family life—Fiction.] I. Title. PZ7.W6392Frg 2010 [Fic]—dc22 2009015796 ISBN 978-1-4169-9880-8 (eBook) To my dad, who is always there to help— even when I don’t know how to ask CHAPTER ONE Tangled in twine, Frankie flopped onto his living room floor. He was too busy wiggling around to notice the stares of the other Possum Scouts. “How did you get so twisted up?” said Frankie’s mom, who was also the troop’s Marsupial Mother. “You were only supposed to tie a basic sailor’s loop.” Frankie

short when he saw Kenny. “How’d it go, dude?” said Frankie. Kenny pulled out his harmonica and started playing the blues. “Oh,” said Frankie. “Sorry you didn’t win.” Kenny gave a little shrug and smiled. He was happy that at least one of them was advancing. Frankie checked the standings board. Carter had won his race too. “Come on!” said Piper. “The other racers are already lining up for the next round.” Kenny played a new tune. “Da, da, da, da, da-da!” “Charge!” said Frankie. They hurried

track is unsportsmanlike conduct.” Melvin tried to deny he was the one who did it, but his sticky fingers gave him away. Frankie had won the semifinal round by default, and was advancing to the final race. But it didn’t matter. His tires were so gunked up from Melvin’s gum, it would be impossible to race again. It was all over. Carter, who had just won his race, walked over to Frankie. “I guess you’re here to rub it in,” said Frankie. “What Melvin did was really lame,” said Carter. “When I

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