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New York Times Bestseller I never thought science could be funny . . . until I read Frank Einstein. It will have kids laughing. Jeff Kinney, Diary of a Wimpy Kid Huge laughs and great sciencethe kind of smart, funny stuff that makes Jon Scieszka a legend. Mac Barnett, author of Battle Bunny and The Terrible Two Clever science experiments, funny jokes, and robot hijinks await readers in the first of six books in 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 first installment examines the science of ';matter.' 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.. . . until Frank's archnemesis, T. Edison, steals Klink and Klank for his evil doomsday plan! 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.STARRED REVIEW In the final analysis, this buoyant, tongue-in-cheek celebration of the impulse to ';keep asking questions and finding your own answers' fires on all cylinders. --Booklist, starred reviewScieszka mixes science and silliness again to great effect. Kirkus Reviews In refusing to take itself too seriously, it proves that science can be as fun as it is important and useful. Publishers Weekly With humor, straightforward writing, tons of illustrations, and a touch of action at the end, this book is accessible and easy to read, making it an appealing choice for reluctant readers. A solid start to the series. --School Library Journal Kids will love Frank Einstein because even though he is a new character he will be instantly recognizable to the readers...Jon Scieszka is one of the best writers around, and I cant wait to see what he does with these fun and exciting characters. Eoin Colfer, Artemis Fowl Jon Scieszkas new series has the winning ingredients that link his clever brilliance in story telling with his knowledge of real science, while at the same time the content combination of fiction and non fiction appeals to the full range of the market. Jack Gantos, Dead End in Norvelt

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Publié par	ABRAMS BOOKS
Date de parution	19 août 2014
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781613126950
Langue	English
Poids de l'ouvrage	4 Mo

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MATTER FRAGMENT: PARTICLE 166-67
M ATTER , SAYS FRANK EINSTEIN, KID GENIUS AND INVENTOR . The stuff that every living and nonliving thing is made of. That s what this is all about.
Great, says Frank s longtime pal Watson, crouching behind him. So how does that help us get out of this?
Frank Einstein applies, as he always does, the scientific method he learned from his Grampa Al.
Frank thinks:
OBSERVATION:
Red lights flashing twice a second.
Incredibly loud whoop-whoop sound echoing over factory floor.
Cage bars: metallic-white color, lightweight, high-strength.
Two mechanical shapes against far brick wall.
Two shadowy figures, both wearing ties, on platform above.
A beam of concentrated white light, sparking and melting a line across near brick wall, presently moving on a path to intersect position of Einstein and Watson in twenty-eight seconds.
Frank says:
HYPOTHESIS:
Lights and siren probably an alarm.
Bars most likely titanium and unbreakable.
Those two over there might help us.
Those two up there will not.
We now have thirteen seconds before every atom, element, molecule, and bit of matter we are made of violently explodes into ashes, heat, and smoke.
Why do I ever listen to you? asks Watson, moving as far away as he can from the advancing beam of brick-sizzling light.
Frank Einstein cracks a smile. Begin EXPERIMENT . . .

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EXACTLY 48 HOURS/2 ROTATIONS OF THE EARTH EARLIER . . .
Night.
Darkness.
Flash!
A bright bolt of lightning splits the dark and flickers over the skylight.
Frank Einstein looks up from his work. He counts out loud, One thousand one. One thousand two. One thousand three. One thousand four. One thousand five-
Craack boom! The sound-wave vibration of the thunder rattles the old iron-framed windows of Frank s workshop and science laboratory.

Five seconds between light and sound for every mile . . . One mile away, Frank calculates, using the difference between the almost-instant speed of light and the much slower speed of sound. Right on time.
Are you sure this will work? asks Watson, pulling on long yellow rubber dishwashing gloves to protect himself. Because, man, this seems pure crazy.
It s perfect, Frank answers. Perfect my mom and dad are gone again on one of their travel-hot-spot trips. Perfect Grampa Al let me set up my lab in his garage and use all his great repair-shop junk. And perfect we can use this lightning to supercharge my SmartBot to life and win the Midville Science Prize.
Lightning flashes.
Thunder booms.
That hundred-thousand cash prize will pay off all Grampa Al s bills. And the SmartBot will help us invent anything else we want. Frank secures the final copper wire in his SmartBot s brain. What could go wrong?
Well, remember that time we were making race cars-
Frank holds out his hand like a doctor in an operating room. Vacuum switch!

-and you bolted the jet engine onto the baby stroller-
GPS unit!
-and you decided it would be more fuel efficient without the brakes?
Skull piece!
I can show you the scar.
Skull piece!
Watson looks around the workbench covered with the bits and parts of twenty years worth of mechanical, electrical, and plumbing repairs. He picks up a shiny metal piece with two slots. You mean this toaster thing?
Flash!

Frank looks up at the skylight and counts, One thousand one. One thousand-
Boom!
Less than half a mile. Yes! Skull piece. Now!
Watson tosses the toaster-skull to Frank.
Frank screws the piece into place. He lays the SmartBot in a rusty red wagon bed roped into a harness, looped over a pulley, and wired into the motor of the garage-door opener.
He stands back and gives his work one last look. A robot that will be able to think, learn, and become smarter and smarter. It just needs this lightning power to come alive.
Frank punches the garage-door-opener button.
Hmmmmmmmm . The motor hums. The rope tightens. The SmartBot rises up to the garage roof on Frank s old wagon/operating table as the skylight opens.

Yes! says Frank Einstein with a crazy laugh. His hair and lab coat whip around in the sudden gust of wind blowing into the lab. He grabs his barbecue-fork switch to transfer power to the SmartBot just as the lightning strikes. Ready, Watson? yells Frank.
Watson tightens the strap on his safety goggles and unconsciously shakes his head no. But he gives Frank a floppy yellow thumbs-up yes anyway.
A wild wind swirls through the lab.

The operating table rises up toward the lightning-charged sky.
Frank counts, One! Two-
Then, suddenly, bzzzzzt!
The garage lights blink . . . flicker. The lab goes black.
Frank hears Watson yell, Oh no!
The powerless garage-door motor releases the wagon rope. And the wagon falls, hitting the concrete floor with a terrible metal clang crash!
Flash! Boom! The lightning and thunder explode at exactly the same time directly overhead. A blue-white charge of electrical energy that was supposed to bring the SmartBot to life crackles down the lightning rod and harmlessly through the ground wire and into the earth.
In the storm s strobing light, Frank and Watson see a series of snapshot images:
-the SmartBot flying out of the wagon
-the SmartBot s toaster-head spinning one direction
-the SmartBot s vacuum-cleaner body spinning the other.
Then darkness.
Bruuuuum, brrrummmmm . . . The thunder from the storm rumbles away.
Frank? calls a voice from the kitchen doorway. You guys OK in there?
Grampa Al s face, lit by the candle he holds, pokes into Frank s laboratory.
What happened? asks Watson.
Nice gloves, says Grampa Al. Must be a power outage. Though it s somehow just in this building.
Grampa Al s candle casts a yellow circle of light that falls on the broken parts of what was Frank s SmartBot.
What s all this?
Oh, just something I was goofing around with for the Science Prize this weekend, says Frank.
It didn t get messed up, did it?
Just a little, says Frank, not wanting to worry his grampa.
Frank gathers up the lifeless SmartBot head and body parts and places them gently on the workbench. I ll fix it in the morning.
Watson peels off his rubber gloves, pats the bodyless toaster-head, then slings his backpack over his shoulder. A robot that can teach itself stuff is still a great idea.
Frank picks up the sheet of paper he has covered with robot-brain plans and sketches of atoms. He wads the paper into a ball and tosses it onto the workbench with all the repair parts and broken junk.
Frank nods. Thanks, Watson. See you tomorrow.
Frank Einstein turns to leave his lab.
Bbbbrrrrrmmmm grumbles the last of the thunder, as he closes the kitchen door behind him and Grampa Al.
ALL IS QUIET IN FRANK EINSTEIN S LABORATORY.
The lightning storm has passed. Frank is asleep. The town of Midville is silent.
The night is now clear. A beam of silver light from the almost-full moon shines down through the rusted windows and skylight.
The moonlight glints off the SmartBot s toaster-head and the exposed SmartBot circuit brain lying on top of the pile of video-game controller, stopped watch, electric keyboard, hamburger grill, blender, model-airplane engine, stomach exercisers, aluminum flex duct hose, TV remote, magnets, batteries, locks, old steel file, stereo speakers, Shop-Vac, lamps, computer monitor, bicycle horn, webcam, glass dome, baby-buggy wheels, thermometers, fans, car GPS, collection of rock samples, big silver trash can, and broken talking HugMeMonkey! doll.

Every bit of stone, metal, wood, and plastic matter remains still, as the faintest night breeze through the drafty garage door stirs the crumpled paper ball on Frank s workbench. The ball rolls one and a half revolutions and hits a coil of copper wire. The copper wire uncoils and brushes against the steel file. The file falls across the flint-rock sample.
The steel striking flint creates a spark.
The spark jumps to the center of the Frank-made SmartBot brain.
The spark races along the thin computer-circuit-memory-chip pathways.
It doubles, triples, quadruples, and forms a network of interconnected sparks, looking an awful lot like a network of interconnected human brain cells.
The interconnected web of sparks becomes . . . an idea.
The interconnected web becomes . . . a plan.
The webcam eye opens. It shutter-blinks and fires a wireless command to the headless robot body. The charge powers on the small LED lights, then speeds into the vacuum-cleaner body core. The charge multiplies, splits, and spreads through the robot body.
One mechanical clamp-hand lies still on the workbench.
Spark.
The clamp opens.
Spark.
The clamp closes.
Spark.
The entire clamp-hand moves.

Intricate waves of power now surge and fill electrified pathways. The mechanical clamp-hand unscrews the back of a video-game power pack. The hand gathers the hard plastic Shop-Vac, the webcam, the glass dome.
The moon disappears behind a passing cloud.
In the pitch-dark laboratory, two mechanical hands gather and sort through the pile of junk parts and tools on the workbench. The hands turn screws, wind springs, adjust gears, bolt, hammer, and build. The hands rewire circuits, shape scrap, attach pieces, secure hoses, and finally pull a whole new robot head toward a newly rebuilt robot body.
The cloud passes.
The beam of moonlight shines down into the laboratory again.
And now there is something new on Frank Einstein s workbench.
Something that wasn t there earlier.
Something that thinks.
Something that learns.
Something that is . . . alive.
AT 8:34 A.M. EASTERN STANDARD TIME, FRANK S ALARM CLOCK goes off.
And because this is inventor Frank Einstein s alarm clock, of course it doesn t go off by simply ringing.
It goes off by way of a hammer on top of an old alarm clock smacking a nail . . . that knocks a peg . . . that frees a ten-speed bicy