One twin sister. Nine years,
ten months old. Brown hair.
Blue Eyes. Good memory.
Missing sense of humor.
House-trained. Will trade for
dog that is same. Any
breed. Call Scab. Hurry!
ten months old. Brown hair.
Blue Eyes. Good memory.
Missing sense of humor.
House-trained. Will trade for
dog that is same. Any
breed. Call Scab. Hurry!
Secrets of a Lab Rat Art by Jim Paillot for Simon & Schuster; text by Trudi Trueit. Audio clip by Oliver
Wyman, courtesy of Scholastic Audio. All materials copyright, 2009-2010, used with permission.
Wyman, courtesy of Scholastic Audio. All materials copyright, 2009-2010, used with permission.
Think you know everything about Scab, Doyle, and the gang?
Take the No Girls Allowed (Dogs Okay) quiz and find out!
1. What does Scab want more than anything in the world?
A) To make Mrs. Lipwart's wart turn purple
B) His sister to stop tattling on him
C) A dog
D) To beat Lewis at H-O-R-S-E
2. How did Scab get his nickname?
A) He's always falling
B) He got 138 mosquito bites at camp
C) He made it up to sound tough
D) Nobody knows
3. Who chases Scab?
A) Lewis
B) Doyle
C) Isabelle
D) Dimples
4. What is Scab's real first name?
A) Sherman
B) Salvatore
C) Sullivan
D) Steven
5. What nickname does Scab give his sister?
A) Smelly Isabelly
B) Super Spy
C) Tattletale Twin
D) All of the above
6. What invention does Scab think will, finally, make him rich?
A) Sister repellent spray
B) Licorice toothpaste
C) Sweaters for cats
D) A snotball flicker
7. What is Scab's favorite thing to say when he gets upset?
A) Bummer
B) Fudgcicles
C) Blast!
D) Bug spit
Click on Scab's lab beaker to see how you did!
Take the No Girls Allowed (Dogs Okay) quiz and find out!
1. What does Scab want more than anything in the world?
A) To make Mrs. Lipwart's wart turn purple
B) His sister to stop tattling on him
C) A dog
D) To beat Lewis at H-O-R-S-E
2. How did Scab get his nickname?
A) He's always falling
B) He got 138 mosquito bites at camp
C) He made it up to sound tough
D) Nobody knows
3. Who chases Scab?
A) Lewis
B) Doyle
C) Isabelle
D) Dimples
4. What is Scab's real first name?
A) Sherman
B) Salvatore
C) Sullivan
D) Steven
5. What nickname does Scab give his sister?
A) Smelly Isabelly
B) Super Spy
C) Tattletale Twin
D) All of the above
6. What invention does Scab think will, finally, make him rich?
A) Sister repellent spray
B) Licorice toothpaste
C) Sweaters for cats
D) A snotball flicker
7. What is Scab's favorite thing to say when he gets upset?
A) Bummer
B) Fudgcicles
C) Blast!
D) Bug spit
Click on Scab's lab beaker to see how you did!
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| "Scab is a likable, free-thinking boy who is full of charm and humor. He leaps before he thinks and that gets him into more trouble than he can handle. His many tips, diagrams, and facts scattered throughout are entertaining, as are the numerous comical black-and-white illustrations. This is the first book in a series, and kids are sure to be wondering what kind of trouble Scab will brew in his lab next." - School Library Journal |
| "Hand this to the boys in the back row who think they’d rather throw spitballs than read, or use it as a funny family read- aloud—either way, kids will likely line up to see what Scab does next in the coming volumes." - Bulletin of the Center for Children's Books |
| "Secrets of a Lab Rat ... will grab elementary-school boys with the uproarious, yucky details and irreverent view of authority, as well as the mushy reconciliation, when his sister helps Scab get his dog. The sibling spats are funny, as are the occasional cartoons that extend the outrageous scenes." - Booklist |
Book #2
Scab McNally is positive there's a prehistoric creature
lurking in the local lake, but if he hopes to prove it he'll have
to overcome his greatest fear and come up with his most
ingenious invention yet. Can he do it? Or will his "smart
times ten" twin sister, Isabelle, foil his clever plans? Find out
in the second installment of Trudi Trueit's well-reviewed
Secrets of a Lab Rat series (Simon and Schuster, for ages 7
and up). And whatever you do, stay away from the lake!
lurking in the local lake, but if he hopes to prove it he'll have
to overcome his greatest fear and come up with his most
ingenious invention yet. Can he do it? Or will his "smart
times ten" twin sister, Isabelle, foil his clever plans? Find out
in the second installment of Trudi Trueit's well-reviewed
Secrets of a Lab Rat series (Simon and Schuster, for ages 7
and up). And whatever you do, stay away from the lake!
| Read about Trudi at Simon and Schuster's Authors Revealed. Click HERE! |
| Click HERE to read Trudi's blog. |
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| "Filled with humorous illustrations and special tips from Scab to the reader, this story is guaranteed to entertain. This is a perfect book for reluctant readers, especially those who always seem to find themselves in trouble." -Children's Literature |
When it comes to weird inventions and secret formulas,
nobody does them better than fourth-grader, Scab McNally.
In No Girls Allowed (Dogs Okay), Scab is determined to get
a dog, but must first prove to his parents that he can
handle the responsibility. And his twin sister, Isabelle, is
not helping. "No way should anyone who puts cheese in
my underwear drawer get a dog," says Isabelle. "In fact, I
don't think our parents know anything about this book.
Moooom!" Will Scab come up with a plan to get a dog? Of
course, he will! Whether it will work is something else. Now
in paperback, too!
nobody does them better than fourth-grader, Scab McNally.
In No Girls Allowed (Dogs Okay), Scab is determined to get
a dog, but must first prove to his parents that he can
handle the responsibility. And his twin sister, Isabelle, is
not helping. "No way should anyone who puts cheese in
my underwear drawer get a dog," says Isabelle. "In fact, I
don't think our parents know anything about this book.
Moooom!" Will Scab come up with a plan to get a dog? Of
course, he will! Whether it will work is something else. Now
in paperback, too!
No Girls Allowed
(Dogs Okay) is
also available on
audio book!
Click HERE to
listen to a clip.
(Dogs Okay) is
also available on
audio book!
Click HERE to
listen to a clip.
Also Available on Audio CD!
Book #1
My feet are skidding toward the edge of the dock. Dribbles of sweat are falling into my
eyes. "GUYS!"
They turn. "What?"
Doyle's lobster face goes chalk white. Will drops his tin of bobbers.
"Scab!"
"Hold on! We're coming."
Joe trots back and forth behind me. "Ow-ooooo!"
Now, he's going to do the Lassie warning howl. Great timing. Thanks, boy.
My strength is going, along with most of the rubber on the bottom of my tennis shoes. I
make up my mind. No matter what happens I can't let go. I won't let go. I see my reflection
in the black water. It's coming up to meet me. "Yeeeeee-ahhhhhhhhhh!" I scream. My
arms are being ripped from their sockets. This is it. I can't hang on anymore. I'm going in!
I shut my eyes, clamp my jaw, and wait for the cold and wet to smack me. I wait . . .
Suddenly, air is whooshing from my lungs. I am flying backwards.
Eeeeeeeak! I hear the squeak of sole-less tennis shoes against old wood—my tennis
shoes. The waistband of my jeans is digging into my stomach. It burns. I taste tuna on
sourdough with pickles and olives. I swallow hard to keep it down. Will's sandwich is not
something you want to taste (or see) twice on the same day. I open my eyes. Doyle is
hauling me back by my belt loops. Will's hands are wrapped around mine, steadying my
fishing pole. "Reel!" He screams. "Reel, Scab!"
I do what he says.
"Woof!" Joe cheers us on. "Woof, woof, woof!"
"It's enormous!" shouts Doyle. He's got both arms around my waist to anchor me to the
dock. "I'll bet it's a channel catfish."
"Or a rainbow trout," hollers Will.
"Could be a kokanee salmon."
"Or a coho."
"Chinook!" they shriek together.
"It's got to be fifty-pounder."
"No such things as a fifty-pounder in Beeson's Lake—"
"Until now!" I yell. I am about to catch the biggest fish of the year—maybe of the decade!"
Whatever you do," yells Doyle. "don't let that thing get—"
Crack! My pole breaks. The line snaps. Will and I topple backwards. Will nearly goes into
the water.
I fall on Doyle. I see a flash of brown. And something else. I think.
"—away," moans Doyle from under my butt.
eyes. "GUYS!"
They turn. "What?"
Doyle's lobster face goes chalk white. Will drops his tin of bobbers.
"Scab!"
"Hold on! We're coming."
Joe trots back and forth behind me. "Ow-ooooo!"
Now, he's going to do the Lassie warning howl. Great timing. Thanks, boy.
My strength is going, along with most of the rubber on the bottom of my tennis shoes. I
make up my mind. No matter what happens I can't let go. I won't let go. I see my reflection
in the black water. It's coming up to meet me. "Yeeeeee-ahhhhhhhhhh!" I scream. My
arms are being ripped from their sockets. This is it. I can't hang on anymore. I'm going in!
I shut my eyes, clamp my jaw, and wait for the cold and wet to smack me. I wait . . .
Suddenly, air is whooshing from my lungs. I am flying backwards.
Eeeeeeeak! I hear the squeak of sole-less tennis shoes against old wood—my tennis
shoes. The waistband of my jeans is digging into my stomach. It burns. I taste tuna on
sourdough with pickles and olives. I swallow hard to keep it down. Will's sandwich is not
something you want to taste (or see) twice on the same day. I open my eyes. Doyle is
hauling me back by my belt loops. Will's hands are wrapped around mine, steadying my
fishing pole. "Reel!" He screams. "Reel, Scab!"
I do what he says.
"Woof!" Joe cheers us on. "Woof, woof, woof!"
"It's enormous!" shouts Doyle. He's got both arms around my waist to anchor me to the
dock. "I'll bet it's a channel catfish."
"Or a rainbow trout," hollers Will.
"Could be a kokanee salmon."
"Or a coho."
"Chinook!" they shriek together.
"It's got to be fifty-pounder."
"No such things as a fifty-pounder in Beeson's Lake—"
"Until now!" I yell. I am about to catch the biggest fish of the year—maybe of the decade!"
Whatever you do," yells Doyle. "don't let that thing get—"
Crack! My pole breaks. The line snaps. Will and I topple backwards. Will nearly goes into
the water.
I fall on Doyle. I see a flash of brown. And something else. I think.
"—away," moans Doyle from under my butt.
