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      For Max and Louis

      First published in Great Britain 1985

      by Methuen Children’s Books Ltd

      Reissued 2017

      by Egmont UK Limited

      The Yellow Building, 1 Nicholas Road, London W11 4AN

      Text copyright © 1985 Jeff Brown

      Illustrations copyright © 2017 Rob Biddulph

      First e-book edition 2017

      ISBN 978 1 4052 8805 7

      Ebook ISBN 978 1 7803 1827 1

       www.egmont.co.uk

      A CIP catalogue record for this title is available from the British Library

      All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, or stored in a database or retrieval system, without the prior written permission of the publisher.

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      CONTENTS

       Cover

       Title Page

       Dedication and Copyright

       Front series promotional page

       WHERE IS STANLEY?

       CHAPTER 2

       DOCTOR DAN

       CHAPTER 3

       THE FIRST DAYS

       CHAPTER 4

       IN THE PARK

       CHAPTER 5

       THE TV SHOW

       CHAPTER 6

       THE BANK ROBBERS

       CHAPTER 7

       ARTHUR’S STORM

       Back series promotional page

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      Once there was an ordinary kid called Stanley Lambchop. A bulletin board squashed him flat as a pancake. Flat Stanley became famous – he even foiled the art robbery of the century! Stanley’s little brother Arthur managed to reinflate Stanley with a bicycle pump, but ever since weird stuff just keeps happening to Stanley . . .

      Stanley Lambchop spoke into the darkness above his bed. ‘I can’t sleep. It’s the rain, I think.’

      There was no response from the bed across the room.

      ‘I’m hungry too,’ Stanley said. ‘Are you awake, Arthur?’

      ‘I am now,’ said his younger brother. ‘You woke me.’

      Stanley fetched an apple from the kitchen, and ate it by the bedroom window. The rain had worsened.

      ‘I’m still hungry,’ he said.

      ‘Raisins . . . shelf . . .’ murmured Arthur, half asleep again.

      Crash! came thunder. Lightning flashed.

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      Stanley found the little box of raisins on a shelf by the window. He ate one.

       Crash! Flash!

      Stanley ate more raisins.

       Crash! Flash!

      Arthur yawned. ‘Go to bed. You can’t be hungry still.’

      ‘I’m not, actually.’ Stanley got back into bed. ‘But I feel sort of . . . Oh, different, I guess.’

      He slept.

       WHERE IS STANLEY?

      ‘Breakfast is ready, George. We must wake the boys,’ Mrs Lambchop said to her husband.

      Just then Arthur Lambchop called from the bedroom he shared with his brother.

      ‘Hey! Come here! Hey!’

      Mr and Mrs Lambchop smiled, recalling another morning that had begun like this. An enormous bulletin board, they had discovered, had fallen on Stanley during the night, leaving him unhurt but no more than half an inch thick. And so he had remained until Arthur blew him round again, weeks later, with a bicycle pump.

      ‘Hey!’ a call came again. ‘Are you coming? Hey!’

      Mrs Lambchop held firm views about good manners and correct speech. ‘Hay is for horses, not people, Arthur,’ she said as they entered the bedroom. ‘As well you know.’

      ‘Excuse me,’ said Arthur. ‘The thing is, I can hear Stanley, but I can’t find him!’

      Mr and Mrs Lambchop looked about the room. A shape was visible beneath the covers of Stanley’s bed, and the pillow was squashed down, as if a head rested upon it. But there was no head.

      ‘Why are you staring?’ The voice was Stanley’s.

      Smiling, Mr Lambchop looked under the bed, but saw only a pair of slippers and an old tennis ball. ‘Not here,’ he said.

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