Authors: Andy Griffiths
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Andy Griffiths is one of Australia's funniest and most successful writers. His books have sold over 4 million copies worldwide, have featured on the
New York Times
bestseller lists, and have won over 40 Australian children's choice awards.
ALSO BY ANDY GRIFFITHS
AND ILLUSTRATED BY TERRY DENTON
Just Tricking!
Just Annoying!
Just Stupid!
Just Crazy!
Just Disgusting!
Just Shocking!
The Bad Book
The Cat on the Mat is Flat
The Big Fat Cow That Goes Kapow
What Bumosaur is That?
ALSO BY ANDY GRIFFITHS
The Day My Bum Went Psycho
Zombie Bums From Uranus
Bumageddon: The Final Pongflict
Schooling Around:
Treasure Fever!
Pencil of Doom!
Mascot Madness!
ANDY GRIFFITHS
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The characters and events in this book are fictitious and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
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Mascot madness! / Andy Griffiths.
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Schooling around
For primary school age.
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4 Is that delicious smell coming from me?
7 A stumble, a trip and a fall
9 Big, yellow and banana-shaped
11 Mr Brainfright's important lesson no. 1
12 Mr Brainfright's important lesson no. 2
13 Who wants to be the banana?
14 Mr Brainfright inspires the school
15 Principal Greenbeard arrives
19 Just another normal sports class
21 The Brainfright Program for Sporting Excellence
24 Mr Brainfright's top ten facts about bananas
26 The great banana milk mystery
34 Northwest West Academy welcome us to the stadium . . . NOT!
39 Flip Johnson's top ten âFlipisms'
42 Mr Constrictor's top ten threats
53 What Chomp looked like as he raced across the field towards me
55 Mr Brainfright's important lesson no. 3
61 Fred and Clive's last stand
62 The truth about Mr Grunt's Olympic career
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For Sooty
Once upon a time there wasâand still isâa school called Northwest Southeast Central School.
Northwest Southeast Central School is located to the southeast of a town called Northwest, which is located to the northwest of a big city called Central City.
You don't need to know where Central City is, because it's not important. What
is
important is the school. In this school there is a classroom. And in that classroom there is a fifth-grade class. Most important of all, in that fifth-grade class there is a student named Henry McThrottle who likes to tell stories.
That's where I come in.
I'm Henry McThrottle . . . and this is my latest story.
It all started one morning before school a few weeks ago.
I was standing in the yard with my friends Jack Japes, Jenny Friendly, Gretel Armstrong and Newton Hooton.
Jack was telling us about a fish he'd caught on the weekend. Like most of Jack's fishing stories, it was entertaining, but mostly untrue.
âYou should have seen it!' said Jack, spreading his arms as wide apart as he could. âIt was this big!'
âIn your dreams, Jack,' said Gretel, rolling her eyes.
âIt was no dream,' said Jack. âYou should have seen the way it fought. It practically pulled me off the boat and down into the water!'
Newton gasped with fright. Newton was always gasping with fright. Newton was scared of . . . well,
pretty much everything, I guess. You name it, he was scared of it. He was even scared of the word âit' on the grounds that you could never be quite sure what âit' referred to.
âDon't worry, Newton,' I said, patting him on the shoulder. âJack's just exaggerating.'
âNo,' said Newton, shaking his head. âI'm not scared of that.'
âThen what are you scared of?' I said.
âTHAT!' said Newton, pointing behind me.
âUh-oh,' said Gretel.
âUh-oh,' said Jack.
âWatch out, Henry!' said Jenny.
I turned around to see the Northwest West Academy bus roaring past the school. I also saw an object being thrown from one of the windows of the bus, and the next thing I knew I was covered in milk.
Sweet, sticky, banana-flavoured milk.
âSee you at the games, Northwest Southeast Central losers!' yelled the familiar voice of Northwest West Academy school captain Troy Gurgling, and the bus disappeared in gales of laughter and a cloud of black, foul-smelling smoke.
I stood there, dripping with milk.
âAre you all right, Henry?' said Jenny, a worried look on her face.
âYeah, I'm fine, thanks,' I said. âJust a bit more banana-milky than usual.'
âDo you want me to take you to Mrs Bandaid?'
Mrs Bandaid was the school nurse. Her solution to every injury or illness was to apply bandaids. Lots of bandaids.
âNo,' I said. âI'm not hurt . . . just a bit sticky.'
âA bit stinky, you mean,' said Fred Durkin, arriving with his brother Clive.
âYeah,' echoed Clive, âreally stinky. Good one, Fred!'
âThanks for your help,' said Gretel, stepping in front of them and flexing her muscles. âNow run away and play like good little boys.'
âI was just leaving anyway,' said Fred, eyeing Gretel warily. âSomething around here stinks like rotten bananas.'
âIt didn't before
you
came,' said Jack.
Fred glared at Jack. âWhy, you little pipsqueak squirt, I'm going to squeeze your head so hard that it pops!'
Gretel stepped in between them, her arms folded across her chest.
Fred stared at Gretel, his eyes narrowed to two black slits. âOne of these days, Armstrong,' he said quietly. âOne of these days . . .'
âYou're going to learn some manners?' suggested Gretel.
âNo,' said Jack, peering out from behind Gretel. âHe's going to take a bath!'
Fred stared at Jack.
Jack stared at Fred.
Fred glanced at Gretel.