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Einstein the Class Hamster and the Very Real Game Show (Einstein the Class Hamster Series)

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by Janet Tashjian


  able to hear me,” Einstein told Bill.

  “Except maybe

  you and Ned.”

  “You forget I’m a sound

  engineer,” Bill answered. “By

  the time I get you mic’d up,

  everyone will be able to hear you,

  even the viewers at home.”

  This was incredible! To have people

  not just in the same room but all

  around the world listening to his Tasty

  Tidbits? It was too good to be true.

  Einstein handed Marlon the wig

  and costume he’d brought along just

  in case.

  “What am I supposed to do with

  these?” Marlon asked.

  “Every game show host has an

  assistant! It’ll be YOUR job to point

  to the prizes.”

  “That’s not going to happen,” Marlon

  said. “Besides there’s no assistant on

  this game show.”

  “Come on!” Einstein pleaded. “Can’t

  you just play along?”

  “Sorry, Einstein. You’re on your own.”

  Einstein begrudgingly slipped on his

  bow tie while Bill clipped a microphone

  on him. “This is a super-duper

  magnified mic,” he said. “EVERYONE

  will be able to hear you.” Bill called

  over the director. “I found a new

  host. You want to meet him?”

  When the director asked the sound

  engineer if this was a joke, Einstein

  tried not to take it personally. He

  knew a hamster with encyclopedic

  knowledge was a lot for some people

  to understand.

  “What are these—animatronic

  pets?” the director asked.

  Bill gave Einstein a quick wink, then

  turned back to the director. “That’s

  exactly what they are. I think the

  hamster will make a fun replacement

  host.”

  Einstein and Marlon tried their best

  to look animatronic as the director

  examined them. “This might be good

  with our kid viewers,” the director

  finally said. “Let’s give it a try.”

  HOW DO I LET

  MYSELF GET TALKED

  INTO THESE THINGS?

  YES! “Are you SURE you don’t want

  to join me on stage?” Einstein asked

  Marlon.

  “Absolutely, 100 percent sure,”

  Marlon answered.

  But before he stepped into his

  responsibilities as host, Einstein had

  to share the good news with someone

  special.

  “Ned!”

  The first people who worked with

  animatronics were clockmakers who

  created characters that popped out of

  clocks at different hours. Leonardo da

  Vinci designed a mechanical lion for the

  King of France in 1515. Unfortunately,

  all that’s left of the robot lion today are

  da Vinci’s drawings.

  The father of modern animatronics

  was Walt Disney, who created a

  mechanical Abraham Lincoln for the

  1964 New York World’s Fair. The

  animatronic Lincoln then moved to

  Disneyland, where he can be seen

  today. Animatronic technology has

  been used in lots of movies—from Jaws

  to E.T. to Jurassic Park and more.

  I DIDN’T

  EAT THE BIRD,

  I SWEAR!

  CHAPTER TEN

  bUt wHeRe iS

  tWiNkLeS?

  “Twinkles! Where are you?” Principal

  Decker screamed as he ran through

  the studio.

  Ms. Moreno hurried behind him. “I’m

  sure he’s around here somewhere.”

  Ned broke away from the group

  when he heard Einstein calling.

  “You’ll never believe who’s going to

  replace the host,” Einstein said.

  Ned’s face broke into a giant smile.

  “You don’t mean—”

  “The director thinks that I’m

  animatronic, but everyone will find

  out soon enough that I’m a real live

  class hamster.” Einstein introduced

  Ned to Bill the sound engineer.

  “You can hear him too?” Ned asked.

  “EVERYBODY’S going to hear him in

  a few minutes,” Bill said. “Let’s see if

  Einstein is as good

  as the turtle says

  he is.”

  “The name is Marlon,” the turtle

  answered.

  “Back to your places,”

  the director called.

  The only person

  who didn’t follow the

  director’s instructions

  was Principal Decker,

  still racing through the

  studio looking for Twinkles.

  “Ms. Moreno and the whole class

  will finally know how intelligent you

  are,” Ned told Einstein. “Not to

  mention everyone else in the world.”

  Einstein was smart enough to

  know that something was troubling

  Ned. He asked his friend what was

  wrong.

  TWINKLES!

  “If everyone can hear you, I won’t

  be special anymore,” Ned confessed.

  “After this, everyone will want to be

  your friend.”

  “Are you kidding?” Einstein said.

  “You’re my BEST FRIEND. You’ll

  always be special.”

  If Ned really WAS Einstein’s

  best friend, he shouldn’t be jealous.

  He decided to trust Einstein and let

  the class know how great his little

  buddy was.

  Ned brought Einstein over to the

  host’s podium. “Okay, let’s get this

  show on the road.”

  Einstein couldn’t wait to get

  started. He glanced at Lance

  Weaver’s notes—fun facts about

  solids and liquids, rocks and minerals,

  spiders and bees. All Einstein had ever

  wanted was to share these kinds of

  Tasty Tidbits with kids. His lifetime

  dream was about to come true.

  Honeybees have been around for

  more than 30 million years. Bees have

  to visit more than 2 million flowers to

  make just one pound of honey, which

  is the primary food eaten by humans

  that’s made by an insect. Honey is one

  of the only foods eaten by humans

  that’s made by an insect and is one

  of the few foods that won’t spoil.

  Honeybees perform an elaborate

  routine called a waggle dance to tell

  other bees where flowers are located;

  when scientists studied their dances,

  they found the bees were giving

  complex information about distance

  and angles. Honeybees are not only

  dancers—they’re math nerds!

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  pRiNcIpAl dEcKeR

  cAuSeS a sCeNe

  Back at their podiums, Ned leaned in

  toward Bonnie. “Wait until you see

  this! You’re not going to believe it.”

  Bonnie pointed to the host’s

  podium. “What’s Einstein doing up

  there? I thought we had to hide him.”

  “THAT’S the surprise,” Ned

  answered.

  “But
who’s going to be the host?”

  Ricky pointed to the other team, who

  hadn’t budged, even through all the

  commotion. “We’ve GOT to beat

  these guys.”

  “We’re definitely going to beat

  them,” Ned said. “But I hope Ms.

  Moreno wakes up. She needs to see

  this too.” He pointed to their teacher

  lying across the first row of the

  studio audience with her arm wrapped

  around a woman’s shoulder.

  “I was just spying on the other

  team,” Ricky said. “They’re studying

  up on the Seven Wonders of the

  Ancient World. Do you think that’s

  the next category?”

  But before Ned or Bonnie could

  answer, the director grabbed a mic

  and addressed everyone in the studio.

  Ms. Moreno awoke with a start and

  scrambled back to the stage.

  “We’ve got a little something

  different planned,” the director said.

  “It’s a bit of an experiment, so let’s

  see how it goes.” He looked around

  the set and asked the sound engineer

  if he was ready.

  Bill nodded and began counting off

  for Einstein. “Five...four...three...”

  This is it! Einstein thought. The

  moment I’ve been waiting for!

  “What’s Einstein doing up there?”

  Ms. Moreno asked groggily.

  “You’re about to find out,” Ned

  answered.

  “ACTION!” the director shouted.

  But nothing happened.

  Nothing at all.

  These are the Seven Wonders of the

  Ancient World.

  •The Hanging Gardens of Babylon, Iraq

  •The Great Pyramid of Giza, Egypt

  •The Temple of Artemis, Turkey

  •The Statue of Zeus at Olympia, Greece

  •The Colossus of Rhodes, Greece

  •The Lighthouse of Alexandria, Egypt

  •The Mausoleum at Halicarnassus, Turkey

  The only one of the ancient wonders

  still standing is the Great Pyramid of

  Giza, built in 2560 B.C. The Colossus of

  Rhodes lasted only 56 years before it

  was destroyed in an earthquake. But the

  design lives on; that ancient wonder was

  the inspiration for the Statue of Liberty.

  “The New Colossus,” a poem written by

  Emma Lazarus, is engraved on a bronze

  plaque on the Statue of Liberty’s

  pedestal.

  DO YOU

  COME HERE

  OFTEN?

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  aNoThEr kInD oF

  pHoBiA

  “Cut!” the director shouted. “There

  must be something wrong with the

  mic.”

  Ned watched as Bill adjusted the

  super-powerful mic clipped onto

  Einstein’s bow tie.

  “Why is Einstein here?” Ms. Moreno

  repeated. “And where is Principal

  Decker?”

  Ned explained that the principal was

  still on the hunt for Twinkles. He hoped

  Ms. Moreno would focus on the snake

  and not on Einstein. He then hurried

  over to Bill to see what was going on.

  “The mic seems to be fine,” Bill said.

  “Let me do some checking.” The

  director followed Bill to the sound

  board.

  “I’m sorry they’re having

  technical problems.”

  Ned realized Einstein

  was shaking. “Don’t

  worry, buddy.

  I’m sure they’ll

  straighten

  this out.”

  “The only technical problem is ME,”

  Einstein whispered. “I...I...I have

  stage fright.”

  “What are you talking about?” Ned

  asked. “You do this every day!”

  “But never in front of a REAL

  audience, with REAL contestants.”

  Einstein hated to admit the truth.

  “I’m scared.”

  Ned was surprised by Einstein’s

  confession. Hosting a game show was

  Einstein’s lifelong dream. How could

  he possibly be afraid?

  “You’re going to be fine,” Ned

  reassured him. “Marlon thinks so too.”

  He nudged Marlon forward to

  encourage Einstein.

  “If anyone can do this, you can,”

  Marlon said.

  But Einstein just stared at his

  friends. He couldn’t talk. He couldn’t

  smile. He couldn’t even blink.

  “What are we going to do?” Marlon

  asked Ned. “I’ve never seen him like this.”

  Ned looked at the director and

  engineer examining the sound board.

  He had to think of something, and fast.

  “I saw the snake!”

  Ned yelled. “Behind

  the director’s chair!”

  SNAKE!

  “Where?” Principal Decker screamed.

  The director jumped into Bill’s arms.

  Ms. Moreno scanned the room.

  “Why are all the class pets here? You

  kids have a LOT of explaining to do.”

  In the midst of the chaos, Ned and

  Marlon snuck Einstein off the stage.

  Most people forget their dreams as

  soon as they wake up, but some people

  remember them and put their dreams

  to good use.

  Nineteen-year-old Mary Wollstonecraft

  Shelley came up with the idea for her

  novel Frankenstein during a dream. The

  plot of Robert Louis Stevenson’s horror

  novel The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and

  Mr. Hyde was also formed during the

  author’s dream. The singer/songwriter

  Paul McCartney woke up from a dream

  with the tune to his biggest hit, “Yesterday,”

  in his head. Elias Howe had been trying to

  invent an automatic way to sew but could

  never come up with how to thread the

  needle—until he had a dream about natives

  holding spears. The spears all had holes in

  their tips; when Howe woke up, he tried

  putting the hole at the TIP of the needle

  instead of the base where it had always

  been, thus fixing the problem and

  inventing the sewing

  machine.

  So pay attention

  to your dreams!

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  a hEaRt -tO-

  hEaRt tAlK

  “We should’ve brought your tank,”

  Ned told Einstein. “Maybe running

  around your wheel would help.”

  Einstein’s friends couldn’t

  understand his sadness. He had a big

  goal but today he didn’t have the skill

  to pull it off.

  “You’re not quitting, are you?” Ned

  asked. “You’re the one who always

  says winners never quit.”

  “And quitters never win,” Marlon

  added.

  “This is different,” Einstein whispered.

  “When it comes to performing in front

  of a real audience, I’m a failure.”

  “Has anybody seen our class

  hamster?” Ned said. “Because THIS

  hamster is definitely not Einstein.”

  Marlon pretended to look around

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sp; the room. “I think Einstein went to

  get a coffee,” he said. “Let’s go

  find him.”

  “This IS the real me!” Einstein’s

  heart was beating so fast, he

  wondered if he was having a panic

  attack. “I’m such a disappointment.”

  Ned smiled. Einstein was an expert

  on every subject they taught at

  Boerring Elementary, but today

  the subject he was concentrating

  on was drama.

  “Remember when I didn’t care

  about the class audition and you

  came to my house to study?” Ned

  asked. “You wouldn’t let me give up

  then, and I’m not going to let you

  give up now.”

  Marlon scurried over with some

  sunflower seeds from the snack table.

  “Maybe if you eat, you’ll feel better.”

  But Einstein was too nervous

  to eat.

  “Let’s do some relaxation exercises,”

  Ned said. “They usually help.”

  As Einstein and Ned took several

  deep breaths, Marlon tiptoed away.

  He knew just the thing to get

 

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