Tacky Goes to Camp (Tacky the Penguin)

Tacky Goes to Camp (Tacky the Penguin)

Helen Lester

Language: English

Pages: 32

ISBN: 0547722133

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


Tacky and his fellow penguins are off to summer camp in Nice Icy Land to enjoy themselves while Rock Hopping, Line Dancing, and playing Capture the Ice Cube. One night, they gather around the campfire to sing, eat s’mores, and tell scary stories. But after going to bed, something straight out of one of their scary stories pays the sleeping penguins a visit. Goodly, Lovely, Angel, Neatly, and Perfect think they should high-tail it out of there, but it is Tacky—with some unexpected heroics—who saves the day.

Includes lyrics to the official Camp Whoopihaha song!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Tacky Goes to Camp Helen Lester * * * Tacky Goes to Camp To Betty Gallagher, who after many years in kindergarten deserves to go to camp! —H.L. Text copyright © 2009 by Helen Lester Illustrations copyright © 2009 by Lynn Munsinger All rights reserved. For information about permission to reproduce selections from this book, write to Permissions, Houghton Mifflin Company, 215 Park Avenue South, New York, New York 10003. Houghton Mifflin Books for Children is an imprint

around my campfire tonight. Goodly, Lovely, Angel, Neatly, and Perfect hugged Tacky. They didn't even mind getting sticky. Tacky was an odd bird, but a nice bird to have around.

[1. Camps—Fiction. 2. Bears—Fiction. 3. Penguins—Fiction.] I. Munsinger, Lynn, ill. II. Title. PZ7.L56285Taax 2009 [E]—dc22 2008033929 Printed in Singapore TWP 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1 * * * Tacky Goes to Camp Written by Helen Lester Illustrated by Lynn Munsinger Houghton Mifflin Books for Children Houghton Mifflin Harcourt Boston 2009 It didn't exactly look like summer camp. But then, summer didn't exactly look like summer in the Nice Icy Land. And yet, here were

Tippy Canoe and Tacky Too. But the best activity of all came one evening. It was Sleep Under the Stars Night. The penguins gathered around the crackling fire and sang the camp song*: We're penguins—we cannot ride horses Because our legs weren't put on long. But other than that we're perfection— Just hear us as we sing our song. Whoopi, Whoopi, Whoopihaha ho-ho hee-hee Whoopi, Whoopi, Whoopihaha ho-ho. (pause) Hee-hee. *To the tune of "My Bonnie Lies Over the Ocean" Then it

s'more s'mores. At least a few dozen, more or less. Finally satisfied, he dove in headfirst, not worrying about having crumbs in his bed. Nor was he aware that his sleeping bag was lying on the leftovers he just ... couldn't ... quite ... finnnnish. Much, much later, well after midnight as the penguins slumbered, there came a THUD ... THUD ... THUD ... THUD ... and a Great Growly voice boomed out, "BEWARE THE BEAR." Up shot Goodly, Lovely, Angel, Neatly, and Perfect, and what they saw

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