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Title:
Give my regrets to Broadway : from the tattered casebook of Chet Gecko, private eye
Author:
Hale, Bruce.
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Edition:
First edition.
Publication Information:
Orlando, Fla. : Harcourt, [2004]

©2004
Physical Description:
viii, 115 pages : illustrations ; 22 cm.
Summary:
Chet and his partner, Natalie Attired, take on a case involving an actor gone missing from the school musical.
Language:
English
Program Information:
Accelerated Reader AR MG 3.7 2.0 77559.
Electronic Access:
Publisher description http://www.loc.gov/catdir/description/har041/2003019440.htm l
ISBN:
9780152167004
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Book

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Summary

Summary

It's no mystery: Chet Gecko can't sing. He can't dance. He can't act. Heck, he can't even act normal . So why would he take the lead in Mr. Ratnose's musical version of Shakespeare's Omlet, Prince of Denver ? A new case, naturally. The original leading man has disappeared, and something smells rotten in the realm of Ratnose. Did the third-act lip-lock with Shirley Chameleon scare him away? Or is foul play afoot? One thing's for certain: This mystery won't be over until the fat gecko--er, lady--sings.


Author Notes

Born near Los Angeles and currently living in Santa Barbara, Bruce Hale has written nearly 20 books. Before becoming a full time writer Hale had a variety of jobs including deejay, gardener and actor. He also lived briefly in Hawaii, inspiring the setting for his books featuring Moki the Gecko. When not writing, Hale is often speaking at schools all over the country. Hale has also taught writing workshops at several colleges and universities and in 1998 received a grant to teach and study in Thailand.


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Booklist Review

Gr. 3-5. All the world's a stage, and all the players are suspects in fourth-grade lizard sleuth Chet Gecko's eighth mystery. Emerson Hickey Elementary School is starting to rehearse a new play, Omlet: The Prince of Denver0 , when Scott, the lead, disappears. Horrified to be cast as Scott's replacement, Chet is desperate to find "the missing thespian." As Gecko's fans will know, there are lots of wild complications ahead, including a bruiser of a badger who is out to stop Chet, and a ghost who haunts rehearsals. Kids may be puzzled by the story's loose connections, and many of the Shakespearean references will fly over their heads. But whether or not they know Hamlet's story, they'll pick up the slapstick in lines such as, "Alas, poor Yorick, / You're really, really dead / There's nothing left behind you / Except an empty head." There's also plenty of satisfying silliness in the cast of buffoonish teachers, Chet's tough-guy appeal, and the usual repertoire of painfully corny puns and similes. Hale's own black-and-white drawings illustrate. --Gillian Engberg Copyright 2004 Booklist


Publisher's Weekly Review

Also taking to the spotlight is the familiar fourth-grade gumshoe in Bruce Hale's Give My Regrets to Broadway. In this pun-laden installment in the Chet Gecko mysteries, someone is trying to sabotage the Emerson Hickey Elementary school play, Omlet, Prince of Denver. It's once again up to Chet and sidekick Natalie Attired to solve the case while being bugged and badgered by classmates, teachers and the mysterious, haunting Phantom. (c) Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved


Excerpts

Excerpts

Strike up the BlandIt was the first rehearsal for our play, and I wished I was at the dentist. Or staked to an anthill with red fire ants crawling up my nose. Or even on the losing end of a parent-teacher conference.Anywhere but the auditorium.Still, there I was-the last one into the building where the entire fourth grade waited. Given the choice, I'd rather pull the whiskers off a werewolf than perform in a dorky play like Omlet, Prince of Denver. But who had a choice?The auditorium (or cafetorium, as the principal calls it) buzzed like a nest of baby rattlesnakes on Christmas morning. My teacher, Mr. Ratnose, huddled onstage with the other teachers. My fellow students fidgeted on the rows of wooden benches, jabbering amongst themselves.Something was up.I scanned the crowd. My partner and friend, Natalie Attired, had saved me a spot in the second-to-last row. Good ol' Natalie.With a little luck, I could slip into place before Mr. Ratnose noticed my tardiness. Bending low, I hurried toward my seat. Just a few more steps...I didn't see the foot in my path, but I sure felt it.Ba-dump!"Whoa!" I stumbled and staggered like a Rottweiler on Rollerblades.Ka-flump! I sprawled in the aisle, flat on my face.The room fell silent with worry."Haw-haw-haw!" burst from a hundred throats.Or maybe they were just catching their breath.I got up and brushed myself off, scowling at the guilty foot's owner-a chubby chipmunk. He smiled back as sweetly as a big brother with a carload of water balloons.And then my bad luck multiplied.Mr. Ratnose stepped to the edge of the stage. "Chet Gecko," he said, "even though you're tardy, I'm giving you an honor that many students dream of.""You're letting me out of this dumb play?" I asked.The kids giggled again. Mr. Ratnose glared at them, pricklier than a hedgehog's hug."Wrong," he huffed. "Our lead actor, Scott Freeh, has disappeared."My ears perked up. (As much as two holes in your head can perk.) A missing persons case?I trotted up the aisle. "You want me to find him, right?""Wrong again," said my teacher. "I'd like you to take on Scott's role.""Me?""You.""Thanks, but no thanks. I'm a private eye, not a hambone."Mr. Ratnose crossed his arms. "Be that as it may. You will play the part, or you will write a fifty-four-page report on French classical theater."He sure knew how to put the screws to a guy. The only thing I like less than looking foolish onstage is writing fifty-four-page reports (although math class and lima-bean pie are right up there).I sighed. "Okay, I'll do it. Out of curiosity, what's the part?"His black eyes sparkled, and a smile tweaked his ratty lips. "The lead: Omlet, Prince of Denver. You've got a dramatic duet with a ghost...""Swell," I said."A swashbuckling sword fight...""Not bad.""And a romantic song with Azalea that ends in a kiss.""That's-Wait a minute! A kiss!?"Mr. Ratnose nodded. "Yes, you fourth graders should be mature enough Excerpted from Give My Regrets to Broadway by Bruce Hale All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.