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Text copyright © 2012 by Nathan Bransford
Illustrations copyright © 2012 by Christopher S. Jennings
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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication-Data
Bransford, Nathan.
Jacob Wonderbar for President of the Universe /
Nathan Bransford; illustrated by C. S. Jennings.
p. cm.
Summary: When seventh grader Jacob Wonderbar is nominated for President of the Universe, he and his best friends Sarah Daisy and Dexter take off for outer space to campaign, and in the process suffer kidnappings, space monkeys, dirty politics, and threats to blow up the Earth.
ISBN: 978-1-101-57515-4
[1. Interplanetary voyages—Fiction. 2. Politics, Practical—Fiction.
3. Adventure and adventurers—Fiction.] I. Jennings, C. S., ill. II. Title.
PZ7.B73755Jaf 2012
[Fic]—dc23
ALWAYS LEARNING
PEARSON
Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Acknowledgments
Jacob slammed the door to his mom’s car and stomped through the supermarket parking lot.
“Jacob,” his mother called after him. “I can understand if you don’t want to talk about it, but please don’t take it out on my car.”
On the ride to the store, Jacob had deflected his mom’s incessant questions through a surprisingly effective combination of staring out the window and grunting. As far as he was concerned, there was nothing to talk about. His dad was out of his life, and one more tally on a long list of broken promises didn’t change anything.
After receiving a wrinkled postcard from his dad a few weeks back saying that he would be in town and wanted to take Jacob to lunch, Jacob spent the appointed morning staring out the window, waiting for his dad long past the time he had promised he would arrive. Jacob’s excitement had changed to impatience to annoyance to anger and finally to resignation. Four hours later he had given up and felt silly for even believing his dad would show up in the first place.
One postcard and one more no-show didn’t change anything. He would wake up again the next morning, and his dad would still be gone, he still wouldn’t be a part of his life, and there was nothing in the world that Jacob could do about it.
“Hey,” his mom said, catching up to him. She handed him a list. “Grab these things for me and you can pick out something for yourself.”
She put her arm around him and he actually didn’t mind the hug, though he looked around quickly to make sure there wasn’t anybody from school who saw it.
Jacob walked slowly around the giant supermarket, picking up the tomatoes, canned tuna, and sugar on his list, thinking about what he wanted for himself. Jerky? Corn Pops? Chocolate milk? Wasabi peas? But when he made it to the frozen foods aisle, he knew exactly what he was craving.
A prank.
It came to him in a flash. He would convince the supermarket manager that corndogs came from chickens with wooden legs.
He found the corndog section, opened the freezer door, felt the rush of cold on his face, and grabbed a box.
“Psst!” he heard from inside the freezer.
Jacob peered in between the clear plastic sheets that lined the back of the freezer. He saw something move.
“What are you doing here?” the voice said. It wasn’t the manager, but someone more peculiar.
An eye peeked through. Jacob forgot about his prank and slammed the freezer door. He wondered if he should tell his mom that a creepy supermarket employee was spying on his frozen food choices.
Down the aisle, the door to the freezer opened and Jacob saw someone emerge. For a fleeting moment he thought it might be his dad, that a message had gone awry and it had been a misunderstanding, but instead he saw that it was the man in silver, who had once given him a spaceship and set his space adventures in motion. Jacob ran over and they ducked into the freezer.
He looked around at stacks of pizza boxes and TV dinners and bags of meat in blue plastic crates. The man in silver was holding a half-eaten corndog.
“You eat them frozen?!” Jacob asked.
The man in silver cocked his head. “They’re precooked. What are you doing at the supermarket? Haven’t you heard the news? The king has called elections and he has nominated you for president of the universe!”
“President?” Jacob rubbed his arms, which were getting very cold. “Shouldn’t they get an adult to do that?”
The man in silver looked horrified. “An adult? Oh my, Jacob, that is a terrible idea. Adults just want to stand around and talk, and… Could you imagine the speeches? Ugh.” He shivered. “I hope you will not be making decisions like that once you are in office.”
Jacob couldn’t imagine being in charge of the universe. He didn’t even know where all the different planets were, and last time he couldn’t even fly around space without blowing up some stars, causing a giant space kapow, getting stuck on a planet of substitute teachers, and barely escaping with his life. Being able to fly around the universe without destroying it was probably a rather basic part of the president’s job description.
“What about the king?” Jacob asked. “What’s happening to him?”
“No one knows. But listen, there isn’t much time left. You have to make it to Planet Headline to declare your candidacy in…” The man in silver looked at a small piece of plastic. “Less than six zoomecs.”
“What’s a zoomec?”
“Forty-seven parcelticks.”
Jacob blinked in confusion. “Huh?
The man in silver waved impatiently. “You have about two Earth days. Are you going? You’d better hurry.”
Jacob imagined blasting off into space and giving speeches and shaking hands with Astrals and possibly having control over everything. He certainly had some ideas about reducing the number of vegetables children were forced to consume, and there were some laws regarding fatherhood that he wouldn’t mind enacting. He wasn’t really sure that he was cut out to be a politician, but if the king had confidence in him…
“I’m in. Where’s the spaceship?”
The man in silver took a bite out of his corndog and frowned. “How am I supposed to know?” he said with his mouth full. “You took mine last time and you didn’t even bring it back. I’ve been stuck on this planet ever since.”
After coming home from the grocery store, Jacob wanted to call Sarah and Dexter immediately to tell them about the man in silver, but his mother insisted on their usual Sunday Family Bonding Night, the rules of which were strict and exacting: No phone calls, texting, e-mails, or other distractions were permitted, and talking about what happened during the previous week was strongly encouraged. Jacob kept his mom company while she cooked a meal large enough to result in leftovers for the rest of the week, and after eating they always sat down to watch a movie together, although inevitably his mom would fall asleep on the couch and Jacob would end up watching the movie by himself.
His mom didn’t make it through the first fifteen minutes of The Iron Giant before she started snoring, and Jacob thought about sneaking out of the house to run over and tell Sarah and Dexter about the election, or at least sneak in a few text messages. But getting himself into trouble with his mom wasn’t something Jacob could risk. He didn’t imagine that the public responded favorably when presidential candidates were grounded by their parents. He needed a better plan.
There couldn’t have been many zoomecs remaining before the deadline when Jacob awoke on Monday morning and rushed to school. He arrived a few minutes early, and when he opened the door he saw Dexter studying alone in the classroom. Jacob still hadn’t gotten used to how much taller Dexter had grown lately. It was almost as if his parents put him through a stretching machine every morning to make him a few inches taller and a few inches skinnier.
“There you are…” Jacob said.
He handed Dexter one of his most valuable possessions, an immensely precious item that somehow only cost $9.99 plus shipping and handling, which he had charged to his mother’s credit card when she wasn’t paying attention.
Dexter looked at the label. “Sneezing powder? Oh no… No no no…”
“Dexter, the man in silver…”
Sarah walked into the room, staring at her cell phone. She was still wearing her shin guards from before-school soccer practice, and her face was red and sweaty. “Jake, is this true?”
Dexter’s parents had not allowed him to get a cell phone, in order to instill in him an appreciation for older forms of communication, like writing letters and getting out of your chair and walking down the street when you had something to say to someone. Unfortunately, this meant he was always the last one to know about everything. “What about the man in silver?” Dexter asked.
Jacob beamed. “The king nominated me for president of the universe!”
He had expected congratulations, but Dexter and Sarah just looked extremely confused.
“You?” Dexter asked. “No offense, but are you sure you’re… you know…” He held up the sneezing powder. “Presidential material?”
Sarah scowled. “Of course they’d nominate a boy. Of course they would.”
“Sarah…”
“The king doesn’t think I’m qualified to be president? You know what that is? That’s gender discrimination!”
Jacob snatched the sneezing powder back from Dexter. He should have known they wouldn’t think he could do it. “Fine,” he said. “I guess I’ll just have to prove my own friends wrong.”
Sarah and Dexter looked at each other and then back at Jacob. He started to storm out of the room.
Sarah took a deep breath and she caught Jacob’s hand as he walked by her. Jacob noted that it was the second and a half time they had ever held hands. “Sorry, Jake. Um. Congratulations.”
Dexter pointed at the sneezing powder. “Congratulations and everything, but really, what’s that for?”
Jacob let go of Sarah’s hand. “We need to find a spaceship quickly because we don’t have that much time left before I have to announce that I’m running. Subs must fly to Earth on spaceships, right? We find ourselves a substitute teacher and then we steal their spaceship. That’s the plan.”
“Okay…” Dexter said. “But we haven’t had a substitute all year. And Mr. Kruger doesn’t get sick. He won’t even shake anyone’s hand without using hand sanitizer.”
Jacob held up the sneezing powder. “Exactly.”
It was twenty minutes later when the first seventh grader sneezed. Mr. Kruger looked up from his roll sheet. “Robbie, please remember to always sneeze into your arm and…”
Robbie sneezed again. Mr. Kruger took a step backward. “Young man? Do you need to see the nurse?”
There were three more sneezes around the classroom and Mr. Kruger began retreating toward his desk for hand sanitizer. Soon there was a cascading of sneezes and Jacob felt tears in his eyes as he began sneezing as well.
“Sneeze into your arms!” Mr. Kruger yelped. “Sneeze into your arms!”
Sarah raised her hand and then spoke up over the mass sneezing. “Mr. Kruger, I saw this on WebMD! There was an alert about a deadly bird virus and the symptoms are sneezing and vomiting!”
The entire plan depended on Dexter. After several traumatizing periods of PE, Dexter had perfected the art of vomiting on command. Whenever he couldn’t bear the thought of changing clothes in front of eighth-grade Neanderthals he would ask to be excused from class because he wasn’t feeling well, then Ms. Martinez would say “Dexter, please don’t…,” and then Dexter would throw up into the nearest trash can. Jacob thought Dexter’s secret power was the most spectacular skill he had ever seen, and he finally had an opportunity to harness its limitless potential.
Jacob turned back toward Dexter, sneezed, and then nodded.
Dexter stood up and walked slowly toward Mr. Kruger’s desk. He grabbed his stomach. “Mr. Kruger, I’m not feeling so well,” he said.
Mr. Kruger held up his hands. “Dexter, stand back. Young man, please stand back!”
The mass sneezing was fading as the powder wore off. Jacob waited for Dexter to work his magic all over Mr. Kruger’s desk.
Dexter froze in his tracks.
“Dexter?” Mr. Kruger pushed back his rolling chair into the corner. “What is wrong with you?”
“I think Dexter is sick, Mr. Kruger!” Jacob called out. “I think he’s very, very sick!”
Just when they had reached the moment of truth, when the entire brilliant plan would come to its transcendent climax, Dexter instead hung his head and turned away from Mr. Kruger’s desk. “It passed.”
Jacob flushed with anger as the last sneezes rang out in the classroom. Another plan ruined by
Dexter chickening out.
Suddenly the door to the classroom swung open and Jacob’s old sixth-grade teacher Miss Banks walked in. The last time he had seen her, he had been fleeing crazed substitute teachers on Planet Paisley. She had never returned to school, and while it was announced that she was taking a sabbatical, Jacob had a feeling it was because the route back to Earth was blocked by the space kapow.
Sarah gasped. “Miss Banks! You’re back!”
Mr. Kruger held up his arms. “Miss Banks! You’ve chosen a most inopportune time to return. This classroom is a biological hazard!”
Miss Banks looked around at the children, who had stopped sneezing, and merely looked confused. “Um, thanks for the tip, Richard. I just need to speak to Jacob, Sarah, and Dexter please.”
Mr. Kruger reached into his desk, pulled on a surgical mask, and eventually nodded.
Outside the classroom, the children hugged Miss Banks all at once. She looked exactly like they remembered her: short blond hair, glasses, and a wrinkled corduroy skirt.
“I can’t believe you’re back!” Sarah shouted.
Miss Banks flinched at Sarah’s volume and looked around to see if anyone was watching. “Why yes, my personal leave was quite restorative and…” She was satisfied that no one was listening and leaned in. “Kids, they fixed the detour through the space kapow, and space travel to Earth has resumed. Jacob, have you heard the news? I’m so proud of you! My own student!”
Jacob smiled, but then looked sheepishly over at Sarah. “Yeah… but I’m not running unless I have my campaign managers with me.”
“Well, listen,” Miss Banks said. “You must be careful. Things between space and Earth are worse than ever. The situation is… well, I fear it may be dangerous. We’re counting on you children to make things right.”
Jacob nodded. “We’ll do our best.”
“Good! I’ve arranged for the spaceship Lucy to meet you in the forest near your houses after dark.”
“Lucy?” Dexter asked. “Couldn’t we have at least gotten Praiseworthy? Lucy’s so mean!”
Miss Banks smiled. “She told me to tell you that she was dreading seeing you children more than you could possibly imagine.”
Jacob pulled the postcard out of his trash can and looked it over for the thousandth time. It was a painting of a cactus with snow-capped mountains in the background with the caption “Howdy y’all people, from Dakota, Arizona!” There was something off about the picture, and when Jacob had searched the Internet for “Dakota, Arizona,” he couldn’t find anything that matched. There was no such thing as a town called Dakota in Arizona.
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