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More clever science experiments, funny jokes, and robot hijinks await readers in book four of the New York Times bestselling Frank Einstein chapter book series from the mad scientist team of Jon Scieszka and Brian Biggs. The perfect combination to engage and entertain readers, the series features real science facts with adventure and humor, making these books ideal for STEM education. This latest installment examines the quest to unlock the power behind the science of ';all connected life.' Kid-genius and inventor Frank Einstein loves figuring out how the world works by creating household contraptions that are part science, part imagination, and definitely unusual. In the series opener, an uneventful experiment in his garage-lab, a lightning storm, and a flash of electricity bring Frank's inventionsthe robots Klink and Klankto life! Not exactly the ideal lab partners, the wisecracking Klink and the overly expressive Klank nonetheless help Frank attempt to perfect his inventions. In the fourth book in the series, Frankalong with his best friend, Watson, and Klink and Klankonce again finds himself in competition with his classmate and archrival T. Edison and his sign-language-speaking sidekick, Mr. Chimp, over Frank's newest invention: the EvoBlaster Belt, which allows the user to evolve and devolve into other forms of life, blasting from one species to another. Integrating real science facts with wacky humor, a silly cast of characters, and science fiction, this uniquely engaging series is an irresistible chemical reaction for middle-grade readers. With easy-to-read language and graphic illustrations on almost every page, this chapter book series is a must for reluctant readers. The Frank Einstein series encourages middle-grade readers to question the way things work and to discover how they, too, can experiment with science. In a starred review, Kirkus Reviews raves, ';This buoyant, tongue-in-cheek celebration of the impulse to ';keep asking questions and finding your own answers' fires on all cylinders,' while Publishers Weekly says that the series ';proves that science can be as fun as it is important and useful.' Read all the books in the New York Times bestselling Frank Einstein series: Frank Einstein and the Antimatter Motor (Book 1), Frank Einstein and the Electro-Finger (Book 2), Frank Einstein and the BrainTurbo (Book 3), and Frank Einstein and the EvoBlaster Belt (Book 4). Visit frankeinsteinbooks.com for more information.

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Publié par	ABRAMS BOOKS
Date de parution	06 septembre 2016
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781613128947
Langue	English
Poids de l'ouvrage	5 Mo

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Holy evolution! gasps Frank Einstein, crouched behind a log. Talk about All Interconnected Life. This is amazing.
Two towering figures step forward.
This is such great proof. From microscopic bugs . . . to the biggest beasts. We all evolved. We are all connected.
Up in the tree, Watson nods. He is not thinking this is so amazing. He is thinking this is crazy. He is thinking this is scary.
He would say something. But he can t.
And he really would like to, because he is seriously worried that this time Frank Einstein will not be able to think his way out of a jam.
Don t worry, Watson, says Frank. I ll think of something.
BBBAAWWWKKKKRRR! growls the megapredator.
CHHHHKKKKCHHHKKKKK! rattles the monster next to it.
Both slowly turn and look at the humans crouched behind the log.
Uh-oh says Frank Einstein, suddenly realizing what it feels like to not be kings of the food chain. It s survival of the smartest now.

An orange-and-black and white-spotted monarch butterfly (A) flaps its wings and . . .
. . . gets chomped in the jaws of a sticky-tongued green-and-black leopard frog (B) . . .
. . . that gets suddenly swallowed by a leaping largemouth bass (C) . . .
. . . that gets snagged by the sharp talons of a swooping red-tailed hawk (D) . . .
. . . that gets clawed by a jumping orange-and-white-striped house cat (E) . . .
. . . that gets chased through the woods by a barking hound dog (F) . . .
. . . that suddenly stops when it hears two humans yelling (G) . . .
Head Butt!
Spin Kick!
The hound dog stares at the two small humans battling each other in the meadow.
Bear Hug!
Airplane Spin!
The dog doesn t smell any food. It wonders what the humans are fighting over.
Butt Drop!
Leg Lock!
A bigger human appears at the edge of the clearing.
Frank! Watson! calls Grampa Al. How about a little help putting up the tents?

Awww, says Frank Einstein.
I totally had you pinned, says his pal Watson.
Frank releases Watson from his headlock. Watson releases Frank from his leg lock.
And let s show some hustle! calls Grampa Al. Because Atomic Al wouldn t want to have to take you down with his Nuclear Piledriver. He bends forward, flexing his arms into a wrestling pose.
Watson looks at Frank in surprise. Did he just say Atomic Al ? Does that mean your Grampa Al used to wrestle?
Frank brushes the dirt and grass off his pants. I never asked. But I would not be surprised.

The hound dog snorts and trots off into the woods.
The orange-and-white-striped house cat, sitting safely high in a maple tree, licks its right paw.
Frank gives Watson his hand and helps him up. Watson picks his flashy gold championship-wrestling belt off a nearby bush and flips it over one shoulder. This championship match will be continued later, says Watson.
Frank grabs the belt. You were two seconds away from tapping out. He raises the belt overhead. Wooooooorld Chaaaaampion-FFFFFrrrrraaaaaank EINSTEIN!
Watson karate chops Frank and takes back the belt. No way! I had you right where I wanted you.
The two guys laugh. They stop, stand in the middle of the meadow, and take in the sight of the sunlit clouds in a deep-blue sky overhead, the sound of a bee buzzing circles around the flowering clover, the smell of the pond behind them, and the trees all around them.
How great is this? says Watson. Deep woods. Pure vacation. Nothing to do but goof around and relax.
Frank looks at the bee, the flower, the hawk overhead, the cat perched up in the tree. He sees something different. It s relaxing for us. Because we are the top of the food chain. But look around, Watson. We forget that we are part of all this. Everything living is connected.
And it s kind of perfect this is Darwin State Park. Because it was scientist Charles Darwin who called life the Struggle for Existence. Every minute of every day-eat or be eaten.
OK, that s depressing, says Watson. But at least we get a vacation from that sneaky T. Edison and his evil Mr. Chimp. And we get to go fishing.
Frank whacks Watson s championship belt. Because we are kings of the food chain .
And it s good to be the king.
And it s good to relax for a change, and not have to fix emergencies . . .
The guys walk through the meadow and hop the stream toward the tents.
A bang, splintering wood, a yell, a crash, the whoooop whoop whoop of a siren split the sunset calm of the woods.
Spoke too soon, says Frank.
He and Watson run for the tents.
WEEEEEE-OOOOOO, WEEEEEE-OOOOOO, WEEEEEE-OOOOOOOO! wails something in the middle of the Darwin State Park woods.
Yaah! Hooo! Haaah! Wild yells add to the din.
A startled flock of crows explodes into the sky, flapping and cawing.
Frightened squirrels, rabbits, and field mice run, hop, scramble for safety.
Frank and Watson stop at the edge of the campsite and see where all the noise and commotion is coming from-a gigantic pile of dead tree branches jumping and shaking and howling.
Right where their tents used to be.
WEEEEEE-OOOOOOOO, WEEEEEE-OOOOOOOO, WEEEEEE-OOOOOOOO!
Yaah! Hooo! Haaah!
Oh man, says Watson. Maybe we are not the kings of the food chain after all. Something huge is eating our tents!
Frank picks up a hefty broken tree branch and swings it like a club. And it s attacking Grampa Al! We have to save him! Come on!
Wait! What if it s Bigfoot?!
Then you can use your Head Butt.

Frank charges down the hill toward the thrashing, howling pile of craziness.
Look big! yells Frank. And noisy! And mean!
WEEEEEE-OOOOOOOO, WEEEEEE-OOOOOOOO, WEEEEEE-OOOOOOOO!
Yaah! Hooo! Haaah!
Frank and Watson jump on the pile of branches.
We ll save you, Grampa! yells Frank.
He smashes the branches covering the tents. Take that!
Watson head butts whatever it is under the tent fabric. Owwwwwwww.
WEEEEEE-OOOOOOOO, WEEEEEE-OOOOOOOO, WEEEEEE-OOOOOOOO!
Yaah! Hooo! Haaah!
Something grabs Frank, wrapping him in a crushing python grip.
Frank kicks and struggles, but he can t move.
Watson rolls on the ground, holding his aching head.
WEEEEEE-OOOOOOOO, WEEEEEE-OOOOOOOO, WEEEEEE-OOOOOOOO!
Yaah! Hooo! Haaah!
The mess of branches, leaves, and wiggling tent suddenly blows apart.
And Frank and Watson see the monster that has been making all the noise.
WEEEEEE-OOOOOO, WEEEEEE . . . oh . . . , screeches a small robot.
Klink! says Frank.

Yaah! Hooo . . . oops, says Grampa Al, still punching and kicking, with his glasses knocked sideways.
Fighting with Grampa Al? says Watson.
Frank turns to look at the Bigfoot holding him. But it is not Bigfoot. Klank? What are you guys doing?
Grampa Al told me to get a lot of wood, answers Klank.
Grampa Al adjusts his glasses. I probably should have been more specific about not delivering a whole tree . I thought we were under attack. I went into defense mode. And then Klink started freaking out.
Klink straightens his webcam. I was not freaking out . The force of the falling plant life activated my new security alarm.
Klank lowers Frank to the ground.
Darn, says Watson. I thought we had found Bigfoot.
Grampa Al looks up at the setting sun. He calculates that they have about another half hour of good daylight. We ve got something bigger than Bigfoot. We ve got a mission that has come from the Very Top.
Ohhh, nice! says Watson, pulling out his magnifying glass. A secret spy mission? What is it? What is it?
Grampa Al pulls the collapsed tent out of the pile of branches. Let s get our tents up first. Then I ll answer all your questions.
Oooo! Oooo! beeps Klank. I have a question. How can you tell if an elephant has been in your refrigerator?

Klink spins his head around in an annoyed twirl. What? This better not be one of your illogical jokes.
Hmmmmmmm? buzzes Klank.
Because I do not want to hear something that does not make sense. That makes me burn out my brain circuits.
Watson laughs. Well, I d like to know. How can you tell if an elephant has been in your refrigerator?
If you see elephant footprints in the butter.
Watson cracks up laughing.
Ha. Ha. Ha.
Bzzzzzzzrrrrrrr, says Klink. No! That cannot be true. Bzzzzzzz. Klink s brain circuits try to make sense of an elephant in a refrigerator. Klink s brain circuits start to overheat.
Watson laughs harder.
Ha. Ha. Ha.
Elephant . . . refrigerator . . . footprints . . . noooooooooooo!
Phooomp!
Klink blows a brain circuit and shuts down.
Aw shoot, says Frank. I wish you guys wouldn t do that. Now we have to reboot Klink. Again.
Grampa Al claps his hands. OK! Let s get cracking! Tents up. Then I ll tell you what we are really doing here.
Crickets begin to chirp.
An owl hoots.
Because we are not here just for the camping . . .
Frank, Watson, Klink, Klank, and Grampa Al sit around a small fire inside a circle of stones just outside their tent.
Bluish-white stars dot the inky night sky.
One unseen cricket chirps in the dark beyond the firelight.
Frank checks his watch and counts the number of chirps in fourteen seconds. He adds forty and calculates, Seventy-two degrees.
How do you know that? asks Watson.
Klink beeps. The number of cricket chirps in fourteen seconds plus forty gives a fairly accurate estimate of the atmosphere s temperature in degrees Fahrenheit.

Seriously? Wow, says Watson. He turns to Grampa Al. But let s hear more about our secret spy mission.
Yeah! says Frank, holding his hot dog roasting stick over the red-orange heat of the fire. You should have told us when we were packing. I would have brought some of the inventions I ve been working on. Like my Night-Vision Specs. My Super Silencer. My Complete Camouf