Stanley in Space. Группа авторов
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J.B: For Sidney Urquhart, the godmother
to whom Stanley owes so much
R.B: For Rosie, Violet and Jack
First published in Great Britain 1985
by Methuen Children’s Books Ltd
This edition published 2017
by Egmont UK Limited
The Yellow Building, 1 Nicholas Road, London W11 4AN
Text copyright © 1990 Jeff Brown
Illustrations copyright © 2018 Rob Biddulph
First e-book edition 2018
ISBN 978 1 4052 8809 5
Ebook ISBN 978 1 7803 1833 2
A CIP catalogue record for this title is available from the British Library
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CONTENTS
CHAPTER 3
TAKING OFF
CHAPTER 4
IN SPACE
CHAPTER 5
THE TYRRANS
CHAPTER 6
TYRRAVILLE
CHAPTER 7
PRESIDENT OT’S STORY
CHAPTER 8
STANLEY’S GOOD IDEA
CHAPTER 9
THE WEIGHING
CHAPTER 10
HEADING HOME
CHAPTER 11
EARTH AGAIN
Once there was an ordinary kid called Stanley Lambchop. A bulletin board squashed him flat as a pancake. Flat Stanley became famous – he even foiled the art robbery of the century! Stanley’s little brother Arthur managed to reinflate Stanley with a bicycle pump, but ever since weird stuff just keeps happening to Stanley . . .
‘Will you meet with us?
Does anyone hear?’
From the great farness of space, from farther than any planet or star that has ever been mentioned in books, the questions came.
Again and again.
‘Will you meet with us?
Does anyone hear?’
It was Saturday morning, and Mr and Mrs Lambchop were putting up wallpaper in the kitchen.
‘Isn’t this nice, George?’ said Mrs Lambchop, stirring paste. ‘No excitement. A perfectly usual day.’
Mr Lambchop knew just what she meant. Excitement was often troublesome. The flatness of their son Stanley, for example, after his big bulletin board settled on him overnight. Exciting, but worrying too, till Stanley got round again. And that genie visiting, granting wishes. Oh, very exciting! But all the wishes had to be unwished before the genie returned to the lamp from which he sprung.
‘Yes, dear.’ Mr Lambchop smoothed down wallpaper. ‘Ordinary. The very best sort of day.’
In the living-room, Stanley Lambchop and his younger brother Arthur were watching a Tom Toad cartoon on TV. The sporty Toad was water-skiing and fell off, making a great splash. Arthur laughed so hard he didn’t hear the telephone, but Stanley answered it.
‘Lambchop residence?’ said the caller. ‘The President of the United States speaking. Who’s this?’
Stanley smiled. ‘The King of France.’
‘They don’t have kings in France. Not any more.’
‘Excuse me, but I’m too busy for jokes.’ Stanley kept his eyes on the TV. ‘My brother and I are watching the Tom Toad Show.’
‘Well, you keep watching, young fellow!’ The caller hung up, just as Mr and Mrs Lambchop came in to watch the rest of the show.
‘Hey, guess what?’ Stanley said.
‘Hay is for horses,’ said Mrs Lambchop, mindful always of careful speech. ‘Who called, dear?’
Stanley laughed. ‘The President of the United States!’
Arthur laughed too. ‘Stanley