Billy Sure Kid Entrepreneur and the Invisible Inventor (Volume 8) - Softcover

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Luke Sharpe is not a millionaire, but he has been trying to invent a machine that can teleport people anywhere in the world since he was eight years old. He has so far been unsuccessful but he has vowed never to give up. When he isn’t working, Luke enjoys Hawaiian pizza and skateboarding. He lives near Chicago with his wife and son (named Billy, of course), their gecko, Eddie, and their aquarium full of exotic fish.

Graham Ross has grand plans for world domination through his illustrated inventions. Right now he’s having a “ball” hanging out with Billy Sure, the next sure thing! Graham lives in a little log home in the woods with his inventive family, just outside of Merrickville, Canada.

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Billy Sure Kid Entrepreneur and the Invisible Inventor

One Big Happy Family

USUALLY DINNERTIME AT my house isn’t something to look forward to. My dad likes to make all kinds of wacky dishes. My mom travels a lot for work, so she’s often not around. And my sister, Emily . . . let’s just say she’s not the nicest person in the world, all the time.

But tonight, dinner is different. That’s because my family—and my best friend—are gathered around the kitchen table, eating the best take-out pizza in the whole wide world!

For those of you who may not have heard of me, my name is Billy Sure. I am one half of SURE THINGS, INC., an invention company that I share with my best friend—and current pizza-eating pal—Manny Reyes.



About a week ago Manny, my dad, Emily, and I returned from an unplanned adventure at the Really Great Movies studio. Manny, Emily, and I got to play zombies in a new movie, Alien Zombie Attack! It’s funny to think about it, because this all started when Emily stole my latest invention, a hovercraft, and crash-landed at the studio. We had to rescue her.

While at the movie studio, we sold the hovercraft—renamed the REALLY GREAT HOVERCRAFT—to the film’s director, so he can use it in his movies.

But Manny, being the super businessman that he is, kept all the hovercraft’s merchandising rights for Sure Things, Inc. That means profit from any products related to the hovercraft gets to stay ours. Pretty smart, huh? Because he sweats the fine print of every business deal is reason #934 why I’m glad that Manny is my best friend and business partner.

Although this happened a week ago, it still feels like just yesterday. On the actual “just yesterday,” my mom came back from her latest work trip. I say “work trip,” but it’s much cooler than that—my mom is a spy. She’s away on different missions a lot.

For her current mission Mom is able to work remotely from home. I really miss her when she’s not around, so it’s great having her here, for lots of reasons. One of those reasons is that, unlike my dad, Mom loves to order in food—like this super-awesome TWELVE-CHEESE PIZZA!

“I didn’t even know there were twelve different kinds of cheeses,” Mom says, biting into her slice.

Dad munches happily, pausing every so often to smile and say “yum!” These days, Dad seems to have a permanent smile on his face. And for good reason.



“I can’t believe my art show is just a few days away,” Dad says through a mouthful of cheese. “But I wonder if I need another painting of Philo’s paw for the show. . . .”

Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you. Dad may be a terrible cook, but he’s a terrific artist. I think. I guess I don’t know much about art. His latest series of paintings is going to be displayed at a gallery. They are mostly paintings of my dog Philo’s tongue, Philo’s paws, and oddly enough, Philo’s butt.

Dad also has a few paintings of some of the food he’s made, like tomato pancakes and cherry and kiwi lasagna. The paintings may just be tastier than the food itself—though I’ve never taken a bite out of one.

I’ve finished my first slice of pizza when I hear Manny’s voice.

“Ready for another one?” he asks from across the table.

“Thanks, partner, but I can get it myself,” I reply. “You don’t have to get up.”

“Who said anything about getting up?”

Manny pulls out his smartphone and taps the screen. From across the room, a slice of pizza comes flying through the air, right at me!



“Manny!??” I cry. “Did you invent FLYING PIZZA?!”

Before Manny can answer, I snatch the slice out of the air. There, hanging in the air, is a small, perfectly accurate model of the Really Great Hovercraft! The pizza had been resting on the model.

“I didn’t invent flying pizza, but I did come up with a remote controlled model of the hovercraft,” Manny explains. “I control it right from my smartphone.”

Manny swipes his phone, and the tiny hovercraft turns around and speeds back to the pizza boxes on the counter.

“Awesome,” I say. “I think this toy is going to be a huge hit!”

“I’d like some flying pizza too,” says Mom.

“Sure,” Manny says.

With Manny tapping and swiping his phone, the tiny hovercraft slides under another slice, turns around, speeds back through the air, and deposits a slice of pizza onto Mom’s plate.

Bam! That’s when the front door bursts open. You might have noticed that my sister Emily has been absent from dinner so far. (Okay, I kind of forgot too.) That’s because she was walking Philo, who scurries in, pulling hard on his leash.

“Easy, Philo!” Emily says. “Slow down!”

Are you surprised that Emily is the one walking Philo, and not me? Well, you should be. Before we returned from our trip to the Really Great Movies studio, I could count on two hands the number of times that Emily had volunteered to walk Philo.

Uh, now that I think about it . . . make that one hand.

But as punishment for stealing my hovercraft, Dad grounded Emily FOR LIFE. He was probably exaggerating about the lifelong sentence part, though, because he made a deal with her. If Emily is as nice and helpful as she possibly can be, and does one nice big thing for each member of our family, she will be ungrounded.

Well, since making that deal, it’s like Emily is a whole new person. She takes out the garbage, cleans the dinner dishes, and volunteers to walk Philo every evening! I’ve been calling her SUPER NICE EMILY. I know she hates the nickname, but she has to be nice and can’t say anything about it.

I could get used to this!

“I wish Philo wouldn’t pull on his leash when I take him for a walk,” Emily says.

Before I have a chance to explain that all she has to do is say “heel” and he’ll walk nicely beside you, Philo spots the flying hovercraft toy zooming through the air.

Philo starts barking wildly at the hovercraft and takes off after it, dragging Emily through the kitchen and back into the living room. I have to admit, it’s really funny. Emily jumps over a chair, then stumbles to avoid crashing into a table.

The hovercraft turns back toward the kitchen. Philo suddenly changes direction to keep up with it, causing Emily to knock a lamp from a table.



She spins back and catches the lamp just before it hits the floor.

This is really entertaining to watch. I consider letting it go on a little longer, but, well, that would just be mean.

“Let go of the leash, Emily!” I shout, cracking up.

She lets go. Philo continues to chase the hovercraft until Manny guides it back into his hands.

Emily joins us, trying to catch her breath. Her curly hair has flopped into her face. Her shirt has come untucked. She’s a mess, which normally would make...