MONTYSAURUS
When a lie the size of a T-Rex shatters his family, nine-year-old Pudge hatches a plan to lure his paleontologist dad back home with a live dinosaur from the museum—only the dino’s on the run from a creepy curator and telling the truth might mean losing his new dino bestie—forever.
Smuggling a dinosaur out of a museum is hard. Fixing the family you broke? Even harder.
Newsflash: Because a tiny-ish dino riding on a streetcar is never normal.
I swear the dino gave me the side-eye!
Sam Lee always wore a grey-and-white wolf hat with flaps.
To find the dino, we'd have to draw up a floor plan of the Museum.
The Bat Cave was on the second floor of the museum. Not like Batman’s Bat Cave but a replica of bats living in a cave.
I pointed to a fruit sticker stuck to the scales on his tail.
Monty scooped up a claw-full of gummy worms and shoved them into his mouth.
“Nonsense,” came the reply, “and piffle. There is no bat-shaming allowed in the Bat Cave.”
Chasing Monty from the lab, Silas Crooker reminded me of a pterosaur.
Crooker was using the micromanipulator on dino eggs!
He was breeding mutant chickensauruses.
I grabbed Dad’s grey hoodie, the one that read “I Like Big Fossils And I Cannot Lie."
Unimpressed, Sampson hissed at the tiny dino.
The missing eggs were hidden in the mortuary pole.
I named my favorite chickensaurus, the one with the side-eye, “Tyrannosaurus Pecks” or “T-Pecks” for short.
Sam Lee named her favorite Hen Solo.