Chapter One
Ready, Set . . .
"Sleeping bags?" George Lambchop called out to his wife, Harriet.
"Check!" answered Mrs. Lambchop. "Wholesome snacks for the boys?"
"Check!" replied Mr. Lambchop.
The Lambchop family was preparing for their vacation to Mount Rushmore in the Black Hills of South Dakota. They were each very excited about the adventure.
Mr. Lambchop was excited because he was going to collect another state park sticker for the rear window of the car.
Mrs. Lambchop was excited because she was going to learn more about the history of South Dakota.
Their younger son, Arthur, was excited because he was hoping to meet some real, live cowboys.
And Stanley, the Lambchops'' older son, was excited because he was going somewhere nobody would recognize him.
Not long ago, Stanley had awakened to find that his enormous bulletin board had fallen upon him during the night. Since then, the family had gotten used to having
Chapter One
Ready, Set . . .
"Sleeping bags?" George Lambchop called out to his wife, Harriet.
"Check!" answered Mrs. Lambchop. "Wholesome snacks for the boys?"
"Check!" replied Mr. Lambchop.
The Lambchop family was preparing for their vacation to Mount Rushmore in the Black Hills of South Dakota. They were each very excited about the adventure.
Mr. Lambchop was excited because he was going to collect another state park sticker for the rear window of the car.
Mrs. Lambchop was excited because she was going to learn more about the history of South Dakota.
Their younger son, Arthur, was excited because he was hoping to meet some real, live cowboys.
And Stanley, the Lambchops'' older son, was excited because he was going somewhere nobody would recognize him.
Not long ago, Stanley had awakened to find that his enormous bulletin board had fallen upon him during the night. Since then, the family had gotten used to having a flattened boy in the house. But when he ventured outside, he often caused a commotion: "Look, Marge! There he is . . . the famous flattened kid! Wonder what new adventure he''s up to now?" Or, "Say there, Flatty, mind if we take a picture?"
The truth is, both Lambchop brothers were getting a bit tired of all the attention Stanley was getting. It would be nice, they agreed, to get away someplace where people didn''t make such a fuss.
"Well, I think we''re ready," said Mr. Lambchop, surveying the mountain of suitcases and camping equipment in the hall.
"Not quite, dear," replied Mrs. Lambchop. "Remember, we still have to consult Dr. Dan about Stanley''s travel needs. Better safe than sorry."
"Well, the boy is still flat," Doctor Dan pronounced, when he was finished with his examination.
"Yes, we know that," said Stanley''s father. "We were wondering whether such a trip would be suitable for Stanley in his present condition. Mount Rushmore''s elevation is 5,725 feet, for one thing. And we''ll be traveling by automobile along the scenic highways at a fairly high velocity."
Here Mrs. Lambchop interrupted her husband with a chuckle. "Not too high a velocity, of course," she said.
Mr. Lambchop smiled at his wife''s joke. Both she and Mr. Lambchop were always careful to obey local speed limits. "Still," he said, "we did feel it would be wise to check with you."
"It''s a good thing you did. More people should be concerned about the effects of travel on the body. The human being is a very complex organism. Even we doctors, with our extensive knowledge, don''t completely understand it."
"Oh, dear," Mrs. Lambchop said anxiously. "Will it be all right for Stanley to come with us?"
"Of course!" said Doctor Dan. "I can''t think of any reason why not!"
Continues...
Excerpted from Flat Stanley''s Worldwide Adventures #1: The Mount Rushmore Calamityby Jeff Brown Copyright © 2009 by Jeff Brown. Excerpted by permission.
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