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Stokes, Jonathan W.

 
9780147515636: Addison Cooke and the Treasure of the Incas
Softcover
ISBN 10: 0147515637 ISBN 13: 9780147515636
Verlag: Puffin Books, 2017

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This funny, action-filled series is perfect for adventure-loving fans of Indiana Jones and James Patterson's Treasure Hunters!
Twelve-year-old Addison Cooke just wishes something exciting would happen to him. His aunt and uncle, both world-famous researchers, travel to the ends of the earth searching for hidden treasure, dodging dangerous robbers along the way, while Addison is stuck in school all day. Luckily for Addison, adventure has a way of finding the Cookes. After his uncle unearths the first ancient Incan clue needed to find a vast trove of lost treasure, he is kidnapped by members of a shadowy organization intent on stealing the riches. Addison’s uncle is the bandits’ key to deciphering the ancient clues and looting the treasure . . . unless Addison and his friends can outsmart the kidnappers and crack the code first!

Full of laugh-out-loud moments, danger, excitement, and nonstop action, Addison Cooke and the Treasure of the Incas is sure to strike gold with kid readers.

"What to give the kid who's read all the Harry Potter and Percy Jackson books? Try Addison Cooke and the Treasure of the Incas." —Parents Magazine 

"An exciting Indiana Jones-style tale of a seventh-grade boy trying to save his kidnapped aunt and uncle—museum curators who are linked to an ancient key that unlocks riches.” —Good Housekeeping

"An exciting, adventurous new read…the first book in a new series that promises laugh-out-loud moments and nonstop action." —Boys’ Life
 

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Jonathan W. Stokes (www.jonathanwstokes.com) is a former teacher who is now a rising star as a Hollywood screenwriter. He has written screenplays on assignment for Warner Brothers, Universal, Fox, Paramount, New Line, and Sony/Columbia. Inspired by a childhood love of The Goonies and Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, Jonathan set out to write his first novel, Addison Cooke and the Treasure of the Incas. Born in Manhattan, he currently resides in Los Angeles, where he can be found showing off his incredible taste in dishware and impressive 96% accuracy with high fives. Follow @jonathanwstokes.

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Chapter One: Fear of Heights

Addison Cooke sat cross-legged in the school library, engrossed in an Incan history book. Under the spell of a decent read, Addison could forget meals, forget sleep, and even forget to go to class. He could forget to go to school or, once at school, forget to go home. This was, in fact, the current situation.

The school bell had rung ages ago, and Addison had missed it entirely.

Addison’s little sister, Molly, sprinted into the library. She was still wearing soccer cleats and shin guards from intramural practice.

“Addison!” she hissed.

Addison perked up, looked around for the source of the whisper, and spotted his sister.

“Molly, what are you doing down there?”

“Me? What are you doing on top of the bookshelf?”

Addison was, at present, perched on top of a six-foot bookshelf.

“Overcoming my fear of heights. And reading up on Incan history. It’s called multitasking.”

Addison, like any seventh grader at Public School 141, sported a tidy uniform: a sharp blazer, power tie, and khaki pants. Never wanting to blend in, he topped off his uniform with a smart ivy cap perched on his head at a rakish angle.

Molly, a sixth grader, had more than a decade of solid experience with Addison’s odd behavior. She was more or less used to it. “I ran to your classroom to find you, but Ms. Johnson said you weren’t in class all afternoon.”

“I got a nurse’s pass.”

“But you’re not sick.”

“Naturally. I got the nurse’s pass from Eddie Chang,” Addison explained. “He was sick last week. I traded him his nurse’s pass for an owl pellet.”

“What’s an owl pellet?”

“You ask too many questions. You should consider a career in tabloid reporting, or police interrogation.”

“Addison, skipping all these classes could catch up to you.”

“I’ve gotten by so far. Besides, I’m only skipping class to further my education.”

Addison Cooke possessed infinite confidence in all things Addison Cooke.

Molly Cooke, however, did not share this same feeling. “Well, hurry up,” she said, whispering as loudly as the library allowed. “We have two strikes with Aunt Delia already. If we miss the bus again, she’ll kill us!”

“Somehow, I doubt that. She is our flesh and blood.”

“She’ll at least ground us,” Molly growled.

Even Addison saw the truth in this. He sighed, gathered his library books into his messenger bag, and began climbing down the tall bookshelf.

“No need to panic, Molly.”

“I’m not panicking!”

“Sooner or later, you are going to learn that I have everything under control.”

Addison stepped on a loose shelf. It overturned, flipping all the books—and Addison—onto the ground.

He landed hard on his back.

“I’m all right.”

Molly looked down at him, knuckles on her hips. “And you’re supposed to be a good influence on me.”

Addison hurriedly reshelved the books before sprinting after Molly.

***

Addison and Molly burst out of the front doors of PS 141, Theodore Roosevelt Middle School, on the Upper West Side of Manhattan. They watched the last school bus disappear, turning right on 72nd Street toward Central Park.

“C’mon, Molly. We’ll catch them at Columbus Avenue!”

“We’re supposed to outrun a school bus?”

“I could use the exercise—I skipped PE today. Besides, you already have your running shoes on.”

“These are soccer cleats!”

But Addison had already taken off running. Molly chased after him, her cleats clacking like maracas on the pavement.

They dashed past the hot-dog vendor with his rolling cart. Past the cook fire smells of the pretzel vendor. They sprinted past Mr. Karabidian’s ice cream cart.

“Missed the bus again, Addison?” called Mr. Karabidian.

“Time waits for no man,” replied Addison as he flew by, “and neither does the bus.” Addison put on a fresh burst of speed, now struggling to keep pace with Molly.

“The shortcut!” she called, ducking down a service alley. They bolted along loading docks and leapt over shipping flats, Addison desperate not to lose any of his Incan library books.

Turbaned men reclining on blankets played chess in the shade of the alleyway. Women with machetes shaved ice behind the Thai restaurant. Addison and Molly swept past them with the speed of two scalded squirrels.

They emerged from the alley at full tilt, upsetting a flock of warbling pigeons on Central Park West. “There it is!” Addison called, pointing.

Molly watched in dismay as their school bus chugged uptown, passing the 79th Street Transverse. It trundled into the distance, disappearing in the afternoon traffic.

“Great.” Molly squatted down to retie her cleats.

“Never fear, young relative. We will catch a taxi.”

“We’re not allowed to take taxis.”

“I’m glad you mentioned that. Because I cannot afford a taxi.”

“We’ve got to hurry. Aunt Delia will be home any minute!”

Addison surveyed the bustling Manhattan street traffic. “The important thing is to remain levelheaded and to make use of one’s environment.”

“That’s two things. And you sound just like Uncle Nigel.”

“Thank you.” Addison beamed. “You know, the taxi is not the fastest animal in the concrete jungle. That honor belongs to the Bike Messenger.” Addison knew there were few creatures in any jungle more quick, daring, and potentially lethal than a New York City Bike Messenger. “I will just flag one down.”

For Addison, having an idea was the same thing as acting on it. He jumped in front of the speeding path of a passing bike messenger. The cyclist spotted Addison flapping his arms and swerved hard at the last moment, brakes squealing.

“Watch it, kid!” shouted the bike messenger, skidding to a stop.

“Sir, I apologize, but I require your services.”

“You could have gotten me killed!”

“A small price to pay for what is at stake,” Addison calmly replied.

“You need a delivery?”

“In a word, yes.”

“Got any money?”

“I do.”

“I’m listening,” said the bike messenger.

“I need you to take me and my sister home.”

“I deliver packages, not kids.”

“What’s the difference?”

The bike messenger considered this question, probably for the first time in his life. “Size, mostly.”

“If you take us home, I can pay you when we get there,” suggested Addison.

“If you grow wings, I won’t need to take you,” the bike messenger replied.

“Fair enough.” Addison slipped off his school dress shoe and peeled five crumpled one-dollar bills from under his insole. “I keep emergency funds for just such scenarios. How far uptown will five dollars get me?”

“73rd Street,” said the bike messenger.

“We’re on 73rd Street,” Addison observed.

“All right, 76th.”

“Make it 86th Street, and you’ve got yourself a deal.”

“79th and not one...

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Verlag
Puffin Books
Erscheinungsdatum
2017
Sprache
Englisch
ISBN 10 
0147515637
ISBN 13 
9780147515636
Einband
Taschenbuch
Anzahl der Seiten
352
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