A hilarious new series from Henry Winkler & Lin Oliver, authors of the bestselling HANK ZIPZER books!Billy Broccoli is new to the neighborhood, and wants cool friends and a spot on the baseball team more than anything. But the one thing he never wanted is his own personal ghost. So imagine his surprise when he ends up sharing a room with Hoover Porterhouse, a funny ghost with a whole lot of attitude.When an obnoxious school bully sets out to demolish Billy, the Hoove comes up with a plan for revenge. It's all in the Hoove's Rule Number Forty-Two: Stay cool. And like it or not, Billy and the Hoove have to stick together if Billy ever wants to get in style, get even, and conquer the school.
Lin Oliver is a television producer and writer and the Executive Director of the Society of Children's Book Writers and Illustrators. She coauthored (with Henry Winkler) the NEW YORK TIMES bestselling middle-grade series HANK ZIPZER: THE WORLD'S GREATEST UNDERACHIEVER, and wrote the series WHO SHRUNK DANIEL FUNK? Lin resides in Los Angeles, California.
HENRY WINKLER is admired by audiences of all ages for his roles as the Fonz on the long-running series, Happy Days, and in such films as Holes and The Waterboy. He is also an award-winning producer and director of family and children's programming, and the author (with Lin Oliver) of the critically-acclaimed Hank Zipzer series. He lives in Los Angeles, California.
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warning, Billy''s entire baseball jersey flew out of the closet and floated across
the room, the red and white sleeves fluttering in the darkness. The jersey came
to a stop in front of the mirror on the back of his door. Billy became aware of
a strange whirring next to his bed. He whipped around and saw that the numbers on
his digital alarm clock were going haywire, spinning like crazy, racing forward
and backward like some unknown force was controlling them.
grabbed the clock and threw it at the jersey, which was still twisting itself this
way and that, looking at its reflection in the mirror. Unfortunately, Billy had
forgotten to unplug the clock before he flung it, and it boomeranged back at him,
heading right for his face. He ducked just in time to see it land on the floor next
to his bed.
"Hey, you better pull up on your hand break, Georgie Boy," the
teenage voice said. "Violence is never the answer."
All Billy could think
about was that this voice, so confident and so invisible, was coming from an empty,
"Who are you?" he screamed. "Where are you? What are you?
Why are you?"
The shirt didn''t answer. It spun around and headed toward
Billy, who had pushed his body flat against the wall, hoping it would open up and
let him escape.'