ChupaCarter and the Screaming Sombrero - Hardcover

Buch 3 von 4: ChupaCarter

Lopez, George; Calejo, Ryan

 
9780593466032: ChupaCarter and the Screaming Sombrero

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George Lopez does it again in his next laugh-out-loud ChupaCarter adventure! Jorge and his chupacabra chum Carter are hot on the trail of the legendary El Dorado gold . . . but so are some wicked treasure hunters who will stop at nothing to find it!

A cursed Aztec dagger. A five-hundred-year-old witch's riddle. And a . . . screaming sombrero? 

These are the ancient artifacts that mysteriously hold the answer to the location of the priceless El Dorado treasure hidden in New Mexico—not far from where Jorge and Carter live. When their friend Ernie's dad is accused of stealing the artifacts, it's a race against time to clear his name. They find help from the unlikeliest—and loudest—source they've ever met: a sombrero that SCREAMS! 

Together with brainy Liza, the oddball heroes discover the real culprits are a devilish ring of thieves who are after El Dorado's treasure. The pals lay a cunning trap to make the thieves confess, but they realize too late that they're the ones being trapped . . . and there's no one left to save them!

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George Lopez’s multifaceted career encompasses television, film, standup comedy, and late-night programs. He currently stars in and executive produces the NBC sitcom Lopez vs. Lopez, and can also be seen in his Netflix original comedy special, We’ll Do It for Half. His autobiography Why You Crying? was a New York Times bestseller. He has received a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame and was named one of the 25 Most Influential Hispanics in America by TIME magazine, and one of the Top Ten Favorite Television Personalities by The Harris Poll. ChupaCarter is his first series for children. Visit him online at GeorgeLopez.com

Ryan Calejo is an award-winning author born and raised in south Florida. His critically acclaimed Charlie Hernández series has been featured in half a dozen state reading lists and is a two-time gold medal winner of the Florida Book Awards. Follow him on Twitter and Instagram @RyanCalejo.

Santy Gutiérrez grew up in Vigo and now lives in Corunna (La Coruña), both seaside cities in Spain. In his career, he has won acclaim as the Best Spanish Young Editorial Cartoonist and Best Galician Caricaturist, and he founded the BAOBAB Studio Artists' Collective. His wife and son are his personal inspirations. Follow him on Instagram @SantyGutierrez_Art.

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CHAPTER 1

“Hold up!” I lowered the junky old metal detector and turned to Ernie in surprise. “Are you talking about the El Dorado?”
Ernie looked at me like I’d sat on his last Twinkie. “Uh, hello? Earth to Jorge! What do you think I’ve been talking about this whole time?”
“Honestly? I have no idea,” I confessed. “I sort of tune you out when you start babbling about Star Trek or ancient history.”
The three of us—that’s me, Ernie, and Liza—were prowling around the outskirts of Ernie’s parents’ sprawling fifteen-acre ranch, on the hunt for hidden treasure.
But so far, we’d done an awful lot of hunting and very little finding.
A few yards away, Liza, who was passing a cracked, not-so-magical metal-detecting wand over a clump of deer grass, grinned at me like,You’re too much, Jorge.
“I’m not kidding,” I said, wiping sweat off my face. “History makes me sleepy. I mean, you’ve seen what happens in Mrs. Green’s class when she starts talking about the Industrial Revolution. It knocks me right out!”
“Well, he’s not lying,” she told Ernie. “I’ve had to poke him awake five classes in a row now.”
“That was YOU?!” I shouted. “Liza, how could you do that? I’m a growing boy! You could throw my entire sleep cycle out of whack!”
Sighing, Liza showed me the bottoms of her eyeballs, then turned her attention back to the patch of scraggly grass. “If you want to count sheep in class,” she said with a hint of annoyance, “then I suggest you join thekindergartners after lunch . . .”
“I already tried that!” I admitted. “But Mrs. Herrera told me I was too big for the blankets they hand out!”
“I sincerely hope you’re joking, Jorge.”
I wasn’t. But she didn’t need to know that.
Behind us, the fiery face of a blazing New Mexican sun was glaring down from above the pointy peaks of pine trees. Squinting against the glare, I turned back to Ernie, who was busy hunting for a mythical city of gold underneath a tiny clump of red-and-white mushroom caps.
“Anyway, let me get this straight,” I said. “You were actually expecting to find El Dorado five minutes from your house?”
Not that it would’ve surprised me much with my boy Ernie. Over the last couple of weeks, the kid had becometotally obsessed with that silly legend. I mean, it was getting almost as bad as his Star Trek obsession, and that was saying something.
Ernie sighed. “If you’d paid attention to anything I’ve been saying, Jorge, then you would know that all the most reliable source material places El Dorado somewherein southwest New Mexico. So why not in my backyard?”
“Why not mine?” I countered.
He shrugged like he couldn’t think of a good reason. “Why not? You want to check yours next?”
“No, Ernie! I don’t! Because we’re not going to find El Dorado in anybody’s backyard! And especially not with these flea market metal detectors that you bought on eBay for a buck each!” I shook mine and a shiny plastic piece came loose and clunked to the ground. “See what I mean?”
“You know, I always just assumed El Dorado was somewhere in South America,” said Liza, brushing sweat from her eyes.
Indiana Ernie shook his head. “Nah, that’s just one of the many false stories. I’ve also heard Mexico and Guatemala, and I even saw a documentary last week that claimed it was on some tiny island in the Caribbean—St. George’s Caye, I think.” Ernie shrugged. “That’s the thing with these überfamous legends—different versions pop up all over the place, and the locals usually end up putting their own spin on them. So yeah, there are El Dorado stories all over Central and South America, and they’re all a bit different.”
“But if it’s like that, then how do you know which is the authentic one?” I asked.
“Usually, the oldest story is the most authentic.”
“Which, in the case of El Dorado,” said Liza, “would be the story of the Spanish explorer Francisco Vázquez de Coronado, who led an unsuccessful expedition through New Mexico, searching for the seven cities of gold.”
Surprised, I turned to Liza. “Hey, how did you know that?” Honestly? I would never have guessed there was any room left for fairy tales in that scientific-fact-filled brain of hers.
“Because I was listening three minutes ago when Ernie was talking about it, Jorge!”
 “Oh.”
“Actually, Francisco’s story isn’t the oldest,” said Ernie. “That’s what I was trying to get to beforesomeone rudely interrupted me.”
He shot me a real meaningful look, but I shrugged it off.
Then—as was quickly becoming an every- minute-of-every-day type of thing with E-dog— he started talking about El Dorado again. Only this time, I actually paid attention.
Here’s the short version:
Jorge’s El Dorado Power Points
1)   About five months ago, a team of archaeologists unearthed an ancient Aztecan burial site somewhere in central Mexico near the Popocatépetl volcano.
2)   In one of the tombs, they discovered a sarcophagus that belonged to an Aztecan priest and contained dozens of jade tablets that explained the meanings of previously unknown Aztecan symbols.
3)   This made it possible for language experts all over the world to decipher a whole mess of previously untranslated Aztecan codices.
4)   A bunch of these translated writings (some of which predated Francisco’s expedition by hundredsof years) mentioned the legendary El Dorado.
5)   Apparently, El Dorado had less to do with a city of gold and more to do with a vengeful Aztecan bruja (witch) who plundered seven of the most prominent Aztec cities at the height of their power and hid their wealth from them as a punishment for the greed of their leaders.
“According to a few of the most recently trans- lated codices,” Ernie continued, “the only person who ever discovered the secret location of the treasure was this kid—a sort of beggar-thief— who tried to steal some from la bruja. Supposedly, though, she laid this horrible curse on him, and he was never seen again!”
“That wasn’t very nice of her,” I said.
Ernie shrugged, absentmindedly swinging his metal detector around, searching for El Dorado underneath an anthill now. “Anyway, according to some other manuscripts, the witch left behind three clues to the whereabouts of the treasure, in the form of three cursed items.”
“Wait. How cursed are we talkin’?” I asked, suddenly sort of interested.
Ernie’s voice dropped to a creepy whisper. “Extremely cursed!”
“What were the items?” Liza wanted to know.
“A bejeweled Aztecan dagger carved from a single slab of meteoric rock, a large black sombrero of unknown origin, and a riddle written on an ancient piece of amatl paper by la bruja’s own hand.”
“What’s the riddle?” I asked, and instantly saw a goofy grin split Ernie’s lips, like he’d been desperately hoping one of us would ask.
He quoted it now, word for word, like it was one of Captain Kirk’s famous lines:...

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ISBN 10:  0593466047 ISBN 13:  9780593466049
Verlag: Penguin Young Readers Group, 2025
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