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A spin-off chapter book series in the world of the Flytrap Files, from New York Times bestselling author Tom Angleberger!The latest wacky adventure of DJ Funkyfoot, a Chihuahua who just wants to buttle! In this newest adventure, DJ Funkyfoot finally gets the job of his dreams: as a butler for a very fancy opera star. But as the singing pig's demands get more absurd, so do the disasters. Robbery! Wrecks! Romance! And even . . . rapping?

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Publié par	ABRAMS BOOKS
Date de parution	15 mars 2022
Nombre de lectures	1
EAN13	9781647000622
Langue	English
Poids de l'ouvrage	1 Mo

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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 978-1-4197-4732-8
eISBN 978-1-64700-062-2
Text copyright 2022 Tom Angleberger
Illustrations copyright 2022 Heather Fox
Book design by Heather Kelly
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To Heather Fox,
the artist who made
DJ Funkyfoot a star!
-T. A.

CONTENTS
Opening
PART 1
This Is a Job for Super Butler!
PART 2
To Serve a Star
PART 3
Highway Snobbery
GRAND FINALE
Ready, Steady, Snore!
Epilogue
Opening
My phone rang.
Greetings, I said. I am DJ Funkyfoot and I am at YOUR service.
Hello, DJ Funkyfoot, said a cool voice. I am Krystal Wombat, president of Wombat Jam Records.
I was very excited!
Company presidents are often rich.
And rich people can hire butlers.
And I am a butler!
Since butlers are always very polite, I answered Krystal Wombat as politely as I possibly could.
Madame Wombat, I said. It would be my great honor to serve as your butler!
Oh, I ve already got a butler, she said. What I need is a hot hip-hop hit record. That s why I m calling you.
ALAS! This was yet another phone call from someone who thought I was a hip-hop star because of my name, DJ Funky-foot. (Middle name: MC.)
My parents hoped that I would become a hip-hop star. They gave me this name. They made me take hip-hop lessons. They bought me turntables and microphones.
But through it all, I followed a different dream.
The dream of being a butler! Of serving fancy tea and fancy food on fancy dishes in a very fancy way.
Unfortunately, every time someone hires me to be a butler, things don t turn out fancy. They turn out messy-very messy-and I lose the job.
Well, said Krystal Wombat, with a voice that was a little less cool and a little more impatient. Do you have a hot hip-hop hit record? Your mother told me you did!
My mother?
Yes, I ran into her at Cousin Yuk Yuk s Pickle Buffet, and she told me to call you to hear your latest, hottest, hip-hoppest recording.
I am sorry, I said. My mom was just bragging. I do not have a recording to play for you.
I understand, she said. Moms do that sometimes. But let me know if you ever do have a record to play for me.
Yes, Madame Wombat, I said. I certainly will.