Futureland: Battle for the Park - Softcover

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Hunter, H.D.

 
9780593479452: Futureland: Battle for the Park
Softcover
ISBN 10: 0593479459 ISBN 13: 9780593479452
Verlag: Random House Children's Books, 2023

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When an extraordinary flying theme park arrives above Atlanta, one boy must stop a sinister force from stealing the park's tech and taking over the world. An electrifying illustrated series with the Afrofuturism of Black Panther that took the world by storm. Perfect for fans of Spider-Man: Miles Morales.

"Hold on tight, Futureland will be the ride of your life . . . and maybe the last!" —Kwame Mbalia, #1 New York Times bestselling author

Welcome to the most spectacular theme park in the world.

Everyone wants a ticket to Futureland, where you can literally live out your wildest dreams. Want to step inside your favorite video game? Go pro in a sports arena? Perform at a real live concert? Grab your ticket and come right in.

Yet with all its attractions, Futureland has always just been home to Cam Walker, the son of the park’s famous creators. And when Futureland arrives at its latest stop, Atlanta, Cam is thrilled for what promises to be the biggest opening ever. . . .

But things aren't quite right with the Atlanta opening. Park attractions are glitching. Kids go missing. And when his parents are blamed, Cam must find the missing kids and whoever’s trying to take down his family . . . before it’s too late.

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Über die Autorin bzw. den Autor

Hugh “H.D.” Hunter is a storyteller, teaching artist, and community organizer from Atlanta. He's also the winner of several indie book awards for multicultural fiction. Hugh is committed to stories about Black kids and their many expansive worlds. He loves vegan snacks, basketball, and stories that make you cry—but make you smile afterward. Check out Hugh's work at thesoutherndistrict.com and follow him at @hd_tsd.

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1


THE BUGGED-OUT REV


Sunday, August 30, 2048

7:23 a.m.


Look, you’d probably think I was the luckiest kid in the world . . . because I live on top of it.

No, seriously.

Literally.

Well . . . more like above it, if I’m being precise--vocabulary word! (My teacher, Madam Bonnier, would be proud.) I’m growing up in the coolest, most famous theme park. Ever. Like, for real for real.

Yeah, yeah. That one. Only one above the rest.

FUTURELAND.

Seen the holograms of my mom and dad on your news tablets? Maybe they even mentioned me--their only child. Bet you wondered what life was like growing up in a roaming theme park. You probably called us the luckiest family in the world.

Maybe.

Most kids would think having a permanent ticket to Futureland would be the best thing ever. A regular kid might be so gassed up, they’d turn into an insomniac. You know, the people who stay up all night guzzling down coffee--which Dad says stunts your growth--and wandering the park destinies until the sun comes up. Or they’d get heads so big, they couldn’t even strap into the Jet-Blur and fly around to each exhibit.

To me . . . Futureland was just home. And on most days, I loved it.

But this was not one of those days.

“Good morning, Cameron Walker,” Dooley chirped, bursting into my room and leaning over my bed. Her unblinking eyes scanned me, the irises turning from hazel to neon orange.

I covered my head with a pillow. “I’m still sleeping.”

“You are verbalizing, so you must not still be sleeping, and your mother asked me to wake you.”

I let out a big snore and covered my face with my top blanket. It was Scooby-Doo themed. My favorite show on my favorite blanket, of course. “Ugh. It’s too early.”

Dooley yanked the covers back. “Actually, it’s seven-twenty-five a.m. You’re five minutes and three-point-two-five seconds late to meet your mother, though I see that you’re in need of at least another hour of sleep, based on your oxygen levels and brain waves.”

“Yeah, yeah, good morning to you, too.” I opened one eye, spotting her two perfectly round afro-puffs.

I scowled.

She smiled wide. Our grins were identical, our skin was the same shade of bronze brown, and our faces had the same tiny, star-shaped birthmark below our left eyes. Mom designed her like that so most people would think we were family. So I wouldn’t be lonely. Sometimes I’d forget Dooley was even a rev. She fooled just about everyone. People called Mom’s androids the best ever made.

“You are now seven minutes late to meet your mother.”

“Fine! Fine!” I rolled out of bed, brushed my teeth, and pulled on an old Futureland T-shirt. I flipped through a few pages of a Watson and Holmes graphic novel while I brushed. Probably reading more than I was brushing, honestly. I like the new version set in Harlem, New York. “Dooley! Where’s Mom?” I called out.

“Elevator.” Dooley practically yanked me through the condo. Only tiny colorful lights marked the path, the windows blacked out by the auto-shades. “Here, take these,” Dooley said as we rushed, handing me a pair of Future-vision goggles--the special, high-tech eyewear that helped us navigate Futureland and see all its wonders.

“Are these new?” I asked.

“Somewhat.” Dooley grinned mischievously, whispering as we got closer to my mom. “I’ve been tinkering with them.”

“Hey, Cam-Cam. Missed ya.” Mom squeezed me tight and kissed my forehead, and I secretly wiped it off. “Took you long enough.”

“What are we even doing? I was still sleeping.”

“You know the deal. . . . The Walkers walk the walk, and that means we’re up and at ’em,” she said, placing her palm flat on the wall beside the elevator doors. They slid open silently, and a soft green light welcomed us in. “Plus, I need your kid brain.”

There was no way out of this. . . . When Dr. Stacy Walker made up her mind about something, nothing could change it.

“So where are we going?”

“Uncle Trey called. Said there was a problem with one of the gorilla-revs. Malfunction. Something he couldn’t fix. He’s across the park dealing with a digi-water leak in the Future Ring. We’re too close to opening day for anything to go haywire. Told him my right-hand man and I will handle it.”

“That’s Dad.”

“He’s the left hand,” she said with a smile.

“Wait, there’s something Uncle Trey couldn’t fix?” I asked, shocked. My uncle is, like, King of the Handymen. He could probably even reignite the sun if its light ever went out.

Mom raised her eyebrows and nodded. “I know, I know, I said the same thing.” She touched my hair, then the beehive of locs she’d been growing ever since I was born. “Trying to be like me, kid? Growing out nicely.”

“I’ll catch up.” I peeped the new crop of twists sprouting from the top of my head in the elevator reflection and smiled.

“Destination?” the elevator asked.

“Walker Family Jet-Blur Hub,” Mom replied before turning to me. “You ready?”

“Always.” Even though I complained sometimes, I still loved exploring the park with her and helping with the revs and new tech. I was always the first to try out all-new exhibits or role-play a guest in Dad’s latest story lines. They needed kid approval. They needed my expertise.

“Good. It’s important you know the ins and outs,” Mom said, like she always did. I noticed her smile from a side glance. She was so proud. I felt a little guilty that I’d rather have been still snoozing in bed--or reading one of my crime books.

The elevator shot straight up. Silvery walls turned to glass as it made its way to our private park entrance: a massive train terminal with floor-to-ceiling windows.

We stepped out. Wall-o-gram billboards twinkled and flickered, filling with photos from different Futureland eras.

“Good morning, Walkers,” said one of the guard-revs standing at the entrance. His uniform shone bright, and the Futureland pin on his jacket glowed.

Mom nodded at him.

“Please step on a Jet-pad and prepare for travel,” he said.

We each jumped on an outlined box on the floor: the foot sensors that called the Jet-Blur to take us to the park destinations.

This might be my favorite thing my parents made. I pressed my face against the glass, watching as the park’s transportation system burst into view: a high-speed travel pod with room for three. When the park was open, there’d be hundreds of these in the air like cool black marbles threaded with gold, each self-navigating vehicle flying high above the park destinies.

We stepped out of the waiting area and up to the three-seater pod. Its surface dissolved, leaving glowing seats for us.

I leaped into one.

“Preparing for transport in three . . . two . . . one.” The black sphere closed around us.

“You think I should update these?” she asked as we piled in. “Maybe make them more spacious . . . change the color?”

“Never. I love them.”

She winked at me.

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Verlag
Random House Children's Books
Erscheinungsdatum
2023
Sprache
Englisch
ISBN 10 
0593479459
ISBN 13 
9780593479452
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