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"You're a useless lump, Boxer. You'd forget your own head if it wasn't screwed on." With that sort of grief, why should Boxer stay around? He hates the new school. He's scored another detention. So what? Who cares anyway? He's not coming back. Ever.

"Roy's tiny breaths sounded like milkshake fighting its way up a very thin straw. His eyes were closed. 'Rory', I said. 'Don't die. Don't die.' His eyes fell open. They flicked wildly around. 'The goat', he shouted. I didn't bother looking behind me. I knew there was no goat. And I knew Rory wasn't dying. Not yet."

"'There he is', Gramps shrieked. 'The Spy. The scumbag spy.' I looked up and saw a monstrous white hairy face disappear into the drain. I had never seen such a frightening sight. White hair covered its entire head. I couldn't even see any eyes. In a flash Gramps splashed into the drain after it."

"I burst out of a clump of bushes and froze. Silhouetted against the moonlit sky were several massive shapes. What if Eileen had infected something else? What if the hospital had cockroaches? Or bedbugs? What if the frogs weren't all dead? I stifled a scream."

"Charge!" came Gramps' excited voice. I gasped. The frog general was as big as a full-grown cow. He started to roll his tongue back into his mouth. He was going to slurp me up and slide me down his throat.

I gulped. My mouth was dry. How could I tell her? How could I just announce that her son?s innards had been sucked out by giant worms and that his skin was probably flapping somewhere in the morning breeze? I turned away, struggling to find the words.

On the other side of the fence horrible, gobbling squeals came from THE SLOBBERERS as they fought over the bloody trail I had left behind.

Watch out! Here they come: Frogs, logs, bogs, dogs, cogs and flag-waving hogs. Sheds, sleds, head-biting dogs called Fred and over-fed whales called Ned. Rat-chasing cats, cat-chasing rats and extra large super-sized baseball bats.

Stare if you dare, into Paul Jennings' wild world. How will you stop a thousand rabbits breeding in your bedroom?

From smelly sewers to pongy penguins, there's always a rotten reek on Stinky Street. Put some pickles up your nose and join Brian and his friend Nerf for a brand-new series of revoltingly runk, truly toxious and sickeningly smell-odorous adventures.

A collection of different adventures and lands by best-selling and award-winning author Paul Jennings. A Different Dog. The forest is dense and dark. And the trail full of unexpected perils. The dog can’t move. The boy can’t talk. And you won’t know why. Or where you are going. You will put this story down not wanting the journey to end.

When Brian ('call me Brain - everyone does') awakes to a truly putrid pong he knows it is up to him and his friend Nerf to neutralise it. But that putrid pong is just the beginning, because life on Stinky Street is a riot of rotten reeks, awful aromas and sickening scents. So grab a peg (for your nose) or be flattened by the fumes!

Eli Bell’s life is complicated. His father is lost, his mother is in jail, and his stepdad is a heroin dealer. The most steadfast adult in Eli’s life is Slim - a notorious felon and national record holder for successful prison escapes - who watches over Eli and August, his silent genius of an older brother. Exiled far from the rest of the world in Darra, this 12-year-old boy with an old soul and an adult mind is trying to follow his heart, learn what it takes to be a good man, and train for a glamorous career in journalism. But life insists on throwing obstacles in Eli’s path.

Brisbane, 1983: A lost father, a mute brother, a mum in jail, a heroin dealer for a stepfather and a notorious criminal for a babysitter. It's not as if Eli's life isn't complicated enough already. He's just trying to follow his heart, learning what it takes to be a good man, but life just keeps throwing obstacles in the way – not least of which is Tytus Broz, legendary drug dealer. But Eli's life is about to get a whole lot more serious. He's about to fall in love. And he has to break into prison on Christmas Day, to save his mum.

Timmy has really hit ROCK BOTTOM! He's been sent to THE PITS – the darkest, scariest place under Earth! He needs to find a way out. But only one pony has EVER managed...a GREAT ESCAPE. Now Timmy's planning a greatER escape! Surely it's not that hard to get outta there?!

Timmy is trying to get into POSER LAND, an exclusive place only for the most FAMOUS ponies in the world! It's a club so hard to get into, it's in OUTER SPACE! But in space, no one can hear you scream ARRRRRGGGGGHHHHH!

I'm Tom Weekly. This is a nail-biting – make that toe-biting – thrill ride through my life. This is where I pour out whatever's inside my head. Like the time a bloodthirsty magpie was out to get me, or when I had to eat Vegemite off my sister's big toe. And don't forget the day I ate 67 hot dogs in ten minutes. My life gets a bit weird sometimes but that's how I roll.

I'm Tom Weekly. You think you've made mistakes? I've made more. Every single word in this audiobook is true. I do know someone with the worst case of nits in history. Stella Holling used chocolate to trick me into kissing her again. My sister, Tanya, truly is an evil genius. And as weird as it sounds, I really did ask Jack to help me mine my teeth for cash. It's embarrassing, but it's true.

I'm Tom Weekly. If you want to know what went wrong, listen to this and laugh. You'll learn the secret of my strangest body part. You'll meet my super-angry grandpa, and hear about my best non-human friend, Rarnald the rat. You'll find out why I've been banned from KidsWorld. But that won't freak you out as much as the story of how Stella Holling tricked me into kissing her.

Discover what happens when you mix one kid with nine attack possums. Observe the result of a guinea pig hostage situation. Learn from my get-rich-quick scheme to put Australia's angriest ice-cream man out of business. Get ready to judge the world's deadliest fruitcake competition. And if I survive it all, let's call the experiment a success.