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He’s too small to reach the controls, for a start, so we’re going to have to share a kart. Since he’s only a pilot fish, it’s hard to imagine him beating anyone on the track. Rick’ll be smiling on the other side of his face by the time we’ve beaten him on the track!” “Don’t worry about it, Harry, just wait till we’re in the karts.
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Not only is he Underwater Wrestling Champion of the world, but he’s also a movie star and the number-onemost-photographed-shark-under-the-sea. Gregor is the bravest, strongest shark who has ever lived. Why did I have to be born a hammerhead? Why couldn’t I have been born a great white like my all-time hero Gregor the Gnasher? No one would make Gregor the Gnasher’s head TWANG like a ruler on the side of a school desk-not without getting their bottom bitten off, anyway. I sigh loudly-so loud it makes a passing school of sardines dive for cover. It’s nearly time for our session on the track to begin, but I’m really not in the mood now. Rick and Donny swim off toward the turtle-kart pits, snorting with laughter. This time Rick pings my head so hard, my best friends Ralph and Joe have to grab hold of each side of the hammer to stop it from flubbering. Why do grown-ups say such weird things? There’s nothing beautiful or friendly about someone who wants to flubber your head all the time. “I know you and Rick don’t see eye to eye, but maybe bringing him along today will be the start of a beautiful friendship.” “As mayor of Shark Point, I want everyone to get along,” he said. Even this morning, when we were getting ready to leave, I tried again. I did try to persuade Dad that Rick and Donny shouldn’t come turtle-karting-in fact I’ve done nothing but try to persuade Dad ever since the invitations went out. )ģ. Mom and Dad are staying to watch! (How uncool is that? So uncool you can make hot sea-cucumber kebabs out of it.)Ĥ. Everyone is noticing Dad because he’s the mayor of Shark Point and he’s telling everyone it’s his number one son’s birthday! (Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaad! Don’t!)ĥ. And worst of all, Dad thought it was a good idea to invite my whole class–including Rick Reef (number one enemy) and Donny Dogfish (number one enemy’s sidekick and general pain in the tail).
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(You think that’s good? Think again, because . . . You’ll see why later.)Ģ. Mom and Dad have taken us all to the turtle-kart track. I have to admit that this trip to Turbo Terry’s Turtle-kart Track could have been really fantastic, if it hadn’t been for five rotten things. . . .ġ. It’s my birthday. Riders are hanging on to the turtle’s backs with their fins or tentacles, all wearing brightly colored crash helmets with cool dragonfish or super squid cartoons on the side.
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Three more turtle-karts zoom around the bend, their flippers whizzing like speedboat propellers and the electric eels underneath zapping up extra power for speed. They’re going so fast, they’re making my eyes all weird.” “Yeah, but you don’t have to be so starey about it.” He always does this when he wants to look tough. Rick pulls up the collar on his leather jacket. “I have eyes on each side of my head! I look at everything-whether I want to or not.
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“Hey-y-y-y-y-y-y! I can’t help looking at you like that,” I say, trying to stop my hammer from flubbering. The pointy-faced reef shark (who is my number one enemy) waits until everyone is looking the other way, then pings the side of my head with the edge of his fin. “Don’t look at me like that!’ says Rick Reef, who is floating next to me. It’s making my hammerhead eyes go double goggly. I’m floating at the side of Turbo Terry’s Turtle-kart Track as the turtle-karts whiz past. Vrooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooom! Vroooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooom!