Jinamon and the Airkids
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The Kelley''s stopped in mid stride, smack dab in the middle of the foyer. They seemed glued to the spot. Once again, the terrible, ominous shriek filled the air with terror thick enough to cut with a steak knife.
"Ghosts," whispered Tracey. "I knew it."
"Is Mrs. Dimwiddie a ghost?" asked Stacey. "Look!"
Halfway down the stairs, a tiny lady with pure white hair ran huffing and puffing to the mid-landing and abruptly stopped when she saw the Kelley family. Her eyes were bulging. "In the Great Room! Nine cans of Pepsi dancing in the air!"
Stacey and Tracey giggled their way up the stairway, bounding past the badly frightened Mrs. Dimwiddie. Hiram and Abigail still stood in the foyer, looking up at the cleaning lady most everybody in Shady Cove or Sunnydale employed when their homes became hopelessly unclean.
One thing about Mrs. Dimwiddie: She knew how to get things spotless. Up step after step, the girls steamed their way into the Great Room. There in the middle of the huge chamber were nine cans of Pepsi.
Nine empty cans of Pepsi.
Sitting anchored to the middle of the floor.
Mommy and Daddy followed the twins, and Mrs. Dimwiddie, apparently emboldened by the company, came dashing up herself. The three adults peeked into the room. Stacey and Tracey were beyond the nine empty cans, over in the far corner, where fifteen cases of Pepsi Cola were stacked. All along the far wall, box after box of Uncle Ted''s possessions was neatly stacked.
"I saw it..." Mrs. Dimwiddie murmured, wiping her forehead with a hankie.
"You''ve done a fine job of cleaning the place for Uncle Ted," Abigail said to the diminutive Mrs. Dimwiddie. "Perhaps you should go home now, and rest."
"That seems like a good idea,” said the cleaning maven in a shaky voice. “I’ve been working at this for a long while. A body deserves to get tired, every now and then…”
And with that, Mrs. Dimwiddie slowly began to descend the stairway, a picture of utter fatigue.
"Look! Uncle Ted''s artist kit!" said Tracey. "Somebody just tossed it by these boxes of books."
A curiously empty Sunday strip peeked out from under the box.
"Looks like they dropped it so hard, it splattered open," said Stacey.
"It''s funny that the movers just plopped everything in this one room," Hiram observed.
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About the Book
Vin Smith is back! And this time he weaves a yarn for children from 8 to 80, although at least one centenarian has reported having fun with Jinamon and that Nine Goodkids Gang who refuse to accept cartoon death.
Now the kids have morphed themselves into the real world, though they must endure their opaque cartoon bodies.
It seems that Uncle Ted Carmoody has decided to retire and move to the West Coast of Florida, while putting his famous cartoon strip, The Nine Goodkids Gang, to the mothballs permanently. Ted will now spend his days collecting specimens from tidepools, to satisfy his yearning to be an amateur marine biologist.
Not at all okay.
By some miracle of science, Jinamon and his buddies have found a way to break into the real world. Unfortunately, so have their dreaded nemeses, Mr. Gold and Dr. Dreth. It will be up to Stacey and Tracey, the nine-year-old twin daughters of Hiram and Abigail Kelley, to put a stop to the nonsense that Mr. Gold and Dr. Dreth will unleash!
About the Author
Vin Smith has counseled thousands on the Internet as Dr. Piano, and is the author of some fifteen books. In addition, he is an accomplished singer, pianist and ventriloquist.
Vin broke into broadcasting in 1962, and has interviewed governors, senators, congressmen, sports figures, entertainers and captains of industry in a long and distinguished career as a communicator.
In addition to inventing a breakthrough countrypolitan radio format, he has written over 3000 musical compositions. His writing has appeared in numerous newspapers and magazines. Vin was an early advocate of music therapy, and worked with the Washington State Presbytery of the Presbyterian Church to bring music education to the Makah Indian Tribe.
A devout Oxfordian, Mr. Smith lectures yearly on the plays of William Shakespeare. He delivers numerous speeches every year about homelessness, food insecurity and the politics of poverty.