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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.

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Is Belzer a loser?

Just because he wears T-shirts that say I need a Tutor and Ask Me About My Allergies?

Just because he picks scabs off his knees and eats them?

Belzer's parents think he's a loser. They want to take him out of Rotten School. Every year Mrs. Heinie awards the Heinie Prize to the Most Outstanding Fourth Grader. Bernie Bridges wants Belzer to win the Heinie. Then his parents will have to let him stay. But that spoiled rich kid Sherman Oaks wants to win the Heinie, too.

Can Bernie pull off a miracle?

Will Belzer be the royal Heinie?

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Rotten School #6: The Heinie Prize

By R.L. Stine

HarperCollins Publishers, Inc.

Copyright © 2006 R.L. Stine
All right reserved.
ISBN: 0060788143

Chapter One

Foam Fight!

It was a hot, sunny day. The green grass gleamed under a clear blue sky. Birds twittered in the rotten apple trees.

My pals Feenman and Crench were walking across the Great Lawn with me. We had our cans of Foamy Root Beer raised high. And we were toasting one another and singing the Official Rotten School Song:

"Rah rah Rotten School!
I'd rather be in Rotten School --
Than NOT in school!"

I have to admit it. Those tender words always bring tears to my eyes.

I'm Bernie Bridges, and I love my Rotten School. You probably go home every day after school. But our school is a boarding school, and we live here.

Why do I love it so much?

If only I weren't so modest, I'd tell you that I'm the KING here! I'd tell you that it's my PURE GENIUS that makes me the king.

Maybe you've heard other people say this about me. Of course, I'd never say it about myself.

"Rah rah Rotten School!"

We sang and slapped our root beer cans together. Feenman, Crench, and I love Foamy Root Beer. You know their slogan -- "It's So Foamy, It Stays on Your Face for Hours!"

We tilted the cans to our mouths and took long drinks. Then we wiped the foam off our faces and did the Official Rotten School Burp.

Feenman holds the school record for the Three-Minute Burp. Is he proud of it? Does a weasel have feathers?

Crench is a talented burpsman, too. Every time our teacher, Mrs. Heinie, turns her back, Crench lets out loud, disgusting belches -- until the instant she turns around again.

So far, she hasn't caught him once.

Hey, my guys are talented!

"Rah rah Rotten School!"

I turned and saw that Feenman had a devilish look on his face. He shook his root beer can and sprayed foam down the front of Crench's school vest.

"Hey! Why'd you do that?" Crench screamed.

Feenman shrugged. "No reason."

Crench shook his soda can and shot a spray at Feenman. But Feenman ducked, and I got a Foamy Root Beer shower.

"Whoa -- !" I shook my soda and let Crench have it in the face.

In a few seconds all three of us were soaked. We were wrestling on the ground, licking the foam off one another.

"Dudes! Stop!" I shouted, wiping root beer foam from my hair.

I saw my archenemy walking toward us. That spoiled, rich kid, Sherman Oaks. And what was that shiny thing he was carrying?

I jumped to my feet and hurried over to check it out.

And that's when all the fuss about the Heinie Prize began.

Continues...

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