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       The Australian Boomerang Bonanza

      First published in the United States 2011 as

       Flat Stanley’s Worldwide Adventures #8: The Australian Boomerang Bonanza

      First published in Great Britain 2015

      by Egmont UK Limited

      The Yellow Building, 1 Nicholas Road

      London, W11 4AN

      Text copyright 2011 by the Trust u/w/o Richard C. Brown a/k/a Jeff Brown f/b/o Duncan Brown

      Illustrations copyright 2015 by the Trust u/w/o Richard C. Brown a/k/a Jeff Brown f/b/o Duncan Brown

      First e-book edition 2015

      ISBN 978 1 4052 7249 0

       Ebook ISBN 978 1 7803 1506 5

       www.egmont.co.uk

      A CIP catalogue record for this title is available from the British Library

      All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, or stored in a database or retrieval system, without the prior written permission of the publisher.

      CONTENTS

       Cover

       Title Page

       Copyright

1. The Grand Prize

       2. The Aussie Crew

       3. Getting Down Under

       4. An Almost Perfect Day

       5. To The Back Of Beyond

       6. The Bush Tracker

       7. Uluru

       8. Together Again

       Back series promotional page

       The Grand Prize

      Snow whipped through the air in thick blankets. Stanley Lambchop trudged on, trying not to flap in the wind.

      Up ahead, Stanley could just make out his younger brother, Arthur. ‘Keep going!’ Arthur’s voice called. ‘We’re almost there!’

      Since the morning Stanley Lambchop had awakened to discover that he had been flattened by the bulletin board over his bed, he had travelled far and wide. He had trekked through the Mexican jungle. He had crossed the African savannah. He had braved the Canadian Arctic.

      But this just might be his most difficult journey of all.

      And it’s only the walk home from school! thought Stanley.

      He strained to take another step, but the wind blew him off his feet yet again. He flew backwards into the side of a bus shelter with a slap.

      Stanley groaned.

      Since being flattened, Stanley could do all sorts of useful things. He could travel by mail, slide under doors, and fly like a kite. But being half an inch thick also had its disadvantages.

      It sure doesn’t help one bit in a blizzard! Stanley thought.

      Arthur ran up. ‘Are you OK?’ he cried over the howling wind.

      Stanley gritted his chattering teeth. ‘I hate this weather!’

      Arthur nodded and held out his hand. ‘Hold on to me!’

      Stanley grabbed his brother’s outstretched mitten. Arthur leaned into the wind and battled down the sidewalk, dragging Stanley’s body flapping behind him like a cape.

      ‘I wish we lived somewhere hot!’ Stanley grumbled.

      ‘Tell me about it!’ Arthur called over his shoulder. ‘Can you believe that right now it’s summer in Australia?!’

      ‘We could be on a beach!’ said Stanley.

      ‘If only I’d won that Kanga Roos contest!’ said Arthur. Kanga Roos was Arthur and Stanley’s favourite breakfast cereal. Several months ago, Arthur had cut out a form from the back of their cereal box and entered a contest whose grand prize was a trip to Australia. Nothing ever happened, though.

      Arthur pulled Stanley up the front steps of their home. Pushing the door closed behind them, Stanley flattened himself against it and took a deep breath. A row of icicles fell from the side of his body.

      ‘Thank you, Arthur,’ he said. ‘I don’t know how I would have made it without you.’

      Arthur shrugged. ‘I don’t know how you make it anywhere without me.’ He pulled off his boots. ‘After all, who was it that saved you on Mount Rushmore? Who solved all your problems over the telephone when you were in China? Who got us down that river in Africa?’

      ‘You’re the one who dropped the paddle!’ cried Stanley, suddenly thawed under the collar.

      ‘I did not!’ replied Arthur. ‘You dropped the paddle!’

      ‘I did not!’ huffed Stanley.

      ‘Arthur, is that you?’ their mother’s voice called from the next room.

      Arthur held up his hands. ‘I’m just saying,’ he said in a low voice, ‘the next time you go somewhere, take me along, will you?’ Then he added, ‘Especially СКАЧАТЬ