Revenge of the Horned Bunnies (Dragonbreath #6)
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Ride 'em, cowboy! Danny's off to summer camp! Danny Dragonbreath is counting down the days to his awesome western summer camp . . . until he gets the terrible news that his annoying younger cousin Spencer is going too. Good-bye, Danny the Cowboy; Hello, Danny the Babysitter. But when Spencer befriends a mythical jackalope (or horned bunny) and then uncovers a diabolical jackalope-napping ring, things start looking up again. After all, if you need a math problem solved, you call a nerd. But if you need a villainous ring of horned-bunnynappers broken up, you call Danny Dragonbreath. The sixth book in this laugh-until-smoke-comes-out-of- your-nose series is perfect for Wimpy Kid and Bad Kitty fans everywhere.
managed to multiply that into a horde of jackalopes. And then I will laugh and pat you on the head—” “—and agree with your parents that you are quite a handful.” The big frog shoved Danny farther into the cabin and folded his arms. Danny rescued Wendell, who was about to wander into a wall. “And then they will apologize for taking so much of my time, and I will suggest that perhaps Camp Jackalope is not the place for you in the future, Dragonbreath.” “Sure I can. I’m an adult. And the
book you should totally read the Fishslinger series and had Danny read the Fishslinger series because Spencer had and what was his favorite character because Spencer liked Odamagong the ninja manatee and did Danny like ninjas? Danny was not crazy about ninjas, because of the incident with the ninja frogs some time ago, but he didn’t feel like getting into this with his cousin, who would either call him a liar or tell his mother. Danny also wished his parents would get more than basic cable,
the trees. “Those are off-limits,” he said. “It’s just where we keep the boxes of toilet paper and drain cleaner and the pumping equipment for the toilets and whatnot, so you’re not missing much. If you need a grown-up and can’t find one, go to the dining hall instead. There’s always somebody there.” Danny couldn’t remember anything being off-limits last year, and wondered if this had anything to do with the Bottle Rocket Incident. “Now then,” Lenny said, leading them back to the buses. “Your
that meant that Spencer wanted to have a good cry in private, but it didn’t seem diplomatic to say so. Danny, who thought “diplomacy” was that thing you got when you graduated from high school, opened his mouth to say “Were you crying?” and then closed it again because Wendell was punching him in the arm. “Err. Right. Yes,” he said instead. “And then I looked up, and there was Jack.” It—he—was undeniably a jackalope. He had two short little prongy horns and a white band of fur around his
picked up a roll. “Don’t worry,” said Danny, not sure if he was talking to Spencer or Jack. “We’ll figure out what to do. We always come up with something.” Wendell rolled his eyes. He knew better than anybody else that “something” usually involved dangling over volcano pits or almost being eaten by giant squid. “Don’t give me that look, Wendell. We totally do.” “Uh-huh.” “It’ll work out.” “Sure.” “Nobody ever dies, anyway.” Wendell was forced to concede the point. When they walked out