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The adventures of Didi and Koko Dodo continue in this next chapter book in the Flytrap Files universe, from New York Times bestselling author Tom Angleberger Meet Didi Dodo. She's a spy with big ideas and daring plans. Meet Koko Dodo. He's a baker who makes the best cookies in town. Meet Robo-Dodo. Wait! Who's Robo-Dodo? Well, Robo-Dodo is a giant evil robot who also makes cookies. And it's selling them right across the street from Koko Dodo's bakery! And it's only charging a penny for as many as you can eat! Soon Koko Dodo is almost out of business. But lucky for him, there's a spy on the case. Her name? Dodo. Didi Dodo. Read all the hilarious chapter books set in the Flytrap Files universe!Inspector Flytrap (#1)Inspector Flytrap in The President’s Mane Is Missing (#2)Inspector Flytrap in The Goat Who Chewed Too Much (#3)Didi Dodo, Future Spy: Recipe for Disaster (#1)Didi Dodo, Future Spy: Robo-Dodo Rumble (#2)Didi Dodo, Future Spy: Double-O Dodo (#3)DJ Funkyfoot: Butler for Hire! (#1)

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Publié par	ABRAMS BOOKS
Date de parution	10 septembre 2019
Nombre de lectures	1
EAN13	9781683356318
Langue	English
Poids de l'ouvrage	2 Mo

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the Didi Dodo FUTURE SPY
series
Book One: Recipe for Disaster
Book Two: Robo-Dodo Rumble
Book Three: Double-O Dodo
the Inspector Flytrap
series
Book One: Inspector Flytrap
Book Two: Inspector Flytrap in The President s Mane Is Missing
Book Three: Inspector Flytrap in The Goat Who Chewed Too Much

PUBLISHER S NOTE: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author s imagination or used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
Cataloging-in-Publication Data has been applied for and may be obtained from the Library of Congress.
ISBN 978-1-4197-3688-9
eISBN 978-1-68335-631-8
Text copyright 2019 Tom Angleberger
Illustrations copyright 2019 Jared Chapman
Book design by Steph Stilwell
Published in 2019 by Amulet Books, an imprint of ABRAMS. All rights reserved.
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CONTENTS
Opening
PART 1 The Price Is Wrong
PART 2 Interview with a Robo-Dodo
PART 3 The Monster from Beneath the Sea
GRAND FINALE That s a Lot of Cookies
Epilogue
Opening
M y phone rang.
Hello, this is Koko Dodo s Cookie Shop. Koko Dodo speaking! What are you telling me? I said.
How-dee, neigh-bor, said a robot voice. Would you like to-
Wait just a minute! I interrupted. Is this one of those robocalls?
What is a ro-bo-call? asked the robot voice.
You know! One of those awful calls where you answer the phone and all you hear is a recording and the recording wants to sell you something.
This is not a re-cor-ding, said the robot voice.
But you sound a lot like a robot!
I AM a ro-bot.
Oh, well that explains it, I said. Sorry if I was rude. I just hate those calls that try to sell you something. So . . . What do you want?
I want to sell you some-thing, said the robot. I am sell-ing coo-kies.
Cookies? What are you telling me about cookies? I am Koko Dodo! I bake my own cookies in my own cookie shop! Of course I do not want to buy any cookies!
O-kay, I will find some-one else to buy my coo-kies. Good-bye, neigh-bor.
The robot hung up.
I went back to baking my own cookies, but I kept wondering: Why did the robot keep calling me neighbor ?
PART 1 The Price Is Wrong
Chapter 1
I t was a slow morning at the cookie shop.
I had been baking for hours with my helper, the Queen. We had made many, many cookies.
But we did not have many, many customers.
In fact, we did not have ANY customers.
Where are all the customers, Your Majesty? I asked.
I don t know, Koko, said the Queen. Even the three baby chicks haven t been here!
Well, at least we won t have to clean the baby chick poop off the chairs today, I said. But what are we going to do with all these uneaten cookies? I ll go out of business this way!
Wait, said the Queen. Someone s coming!
I opened the door.
Hello and welcome to-
Look out! said Didi Dodo, who was the someone who was coming. And boy was she coming fast!
She zoomed through the door on her roller skates and crashed into the counter. Unsold cookies went everywhere!
The Queen was hit on the head by a double-chocolate chunk cookie! She would have been knocked out if her cardboard crown hadn t protected her.
Sorry about the cookies, said Didi Dodo.
Don t be worrying about it! I said. No one was buying them. You re the first customer we ve had all day!
Sorry, Koko, said Didi. I didn t come to buy cookies. I came because . . .
Didi Dodo sprang to her feet-actually, to her wheels-and waved one wing in the air.
She held her beak high.
Her eyes sparkled.
I, Didi Dodo, Future Spy, have a daring plan! she shouted.
I need customers, not a daring plan!
But my daring plan is to get your customers back!
Get them back from where? I asked.
From there!