Secret Agent Disco Dancer: Was It The Lobster Bisque? - Scott Gordon - ebook
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Being a criminal super genius isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. Just ask Frogwart Fisk, arch nemesis of one Secret Agent Disco Dancer, spy extraordinaire.On a pleasant day in Monaco, at a French cafe on the newly constructed riverwalk, the delightfully charming (though maniacal) Fisk finds a nasty surprise in his soup.Is Black Eagle really out to get him or has the brilliant frog gone mad?Approximately 7,500 words, 10 images and 2 very crazy frogs (3 if you include the author).Descriptions of my other popular children's books are included after the main feature (an additional 5 pages).Note: This book is a bit darker than others in the series. It also contains words that are more complicated than the average child’s reading level. While it’s ultimately intended for all ages, little ones might get stuck on a few words. It’s best to have mom or dad handy if they have questions.

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Secret Agent Disco Dancer

My Crazy Pet Frog Reading Order

My Crazy Pet Frog: I Gave My Pizza A Spanking

Secret Agent Disco Dancer: Green Eggs and a Side of Earnest Bacon

Secret Agent Disco Dancer: Was It The Lobster Bisque?

Secret Agent Disco Dancer: Double Agent Orangegrove

My Crazy Pet Frog (The original picture book!)

My Crazy Pet Frog: You Don't Know Jack (Coming Soon)

Secret Agent Disco Dancer: Santa's Super Helpers (Coming Soon)

My Crazy Pet Frog: The Nightmare Pizza Before Christmas (Coming Soon)

Secret Agent Disco Dancer: Soccer Star

© 2016 Scott Gordon. All rights reserved.

No part of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted in any form (electronic, mechanical or otherwise) without the express written consent of the author.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locations or persons living or dead is entirely coincidental.

E-book layout, formatting and design by Scott Gordon.

Written, edited and produced in the United States of America. Scott Gordon is proud to represent beautiful Orlando, Florida.

Image(s) licensed by DepositPhotos.com and © Julien Tromeur (#6059445, #59525927, #73753901, #59525901, #64787981, #5476823, #5476825, #4371592), Maksym Yemelyanov (#5056349), Slavoljub Pantelic (#12560320), Malgorzata Patrzyk (#13479395) and Oleksii Ferapontov (#33700905). Images for Secret Agent Disco Dancer licensed by DepositPhotos.com and © Julien Tromeur, Igor Zhuravlov (#6486687, #10351464), Dan Barbalata (#5251725), La Fabrika Pixel s.l. (#2195673), Alexander Mirokhin (#4240857), Nadezhda Averkina (Sparkly Background, #2372274), and Andrew Vodolazhsky (Disco Ball, #6664416). Additional black and white illustrations by Alfredo Intoci.

First Edition (v1.0)

Published on May 30, 2016

Table of Contents

Title Page

Also by Scott Gordon

Copyright

Dedication

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

About This Series

Series Guide

A Scary Place, Indeed

Product Description

About the Author

More Fun Picture Books

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To soup.

Chapter 1

Super villain. Is that what they call me these days?

I guess they should know, for they are the ones that made me into what I am today.

And one pesky, no good frog.

A liar I also am. Do not be deceived. It is not my most endearing quality, though I am seeking treatment for it.

I came to the Black Eagle recruiting seminar under the ruse of a clinical study. Most recruits didn’t know they were being actively recruited by covert operatives within the government, and weren’t aware of the obstacles that had been placed in their paths to bring them limping to the trial.

All of us thought we were special in some way, that we were fortunate to walk through the gleaming hotel doors, and sign our name, and thus life, away.

For me they had to be careful. I was already a super intellect in my own right, and money would not be the singular motivating factor to drive me to their program. Try as they did to frame a situation that would leave me desperate and wanting, I saw right through their feeble attempts.

And they knew it.

So what did they do? They leveled with me, at least to some degree, and let me in on their little secret.

“Frogwart Fisk, we’ve been watching you. Most notably me.” A potbelly pig with sunglasses came to my home one morning.

“Indeed you have.” I let the pig through my front door. The sun is cruel to tender, pink skin, and I certainly didn’t want to scorch the bacon before I’d cracked an egg. “It is comforting to know there are more than one of you, and that interest in me is at fever pitch.” I chuckled ever so slightly, and thought it better not to mention the gentleman who had come by that morning. “Which government agency has come knocking?”

“All of us want a crack a you, Fisk.”

“Really? So the Federal Bureau of Investigation, or F.B.I. if one wishes to spare a few breaths, is looking for a few good men? Or in my case, a few good frogs?”

“Do I look like F.B.I. to you?” the pig asked.

“Nooo...” I pondered. “You look like the shorter of the three little pigs who tossed out the other two in the cold and gobbled up the wolf.”

“Close,” he laughed, one of the few sentient beings who got my dry wit. “The name’s Earnest T. Bacon.”

“Oh, you must tell me one day what the T is for.” Though I already knew that it couldn’t be anything less than tyrant. “Frogwart Fisk, at your service.” I bowed. “Of course, you already knew that.” And I sensed he wanted to hear me say it so that he could tell his buddies that he was the one who recruited the first in his class out of M.I.T., yet another acronym, this one for my alma mater, Massachusetts Institute of Technology.

Indeed, he was here to celebrate my genius. Why else would he be?

When he attempted to cut me down to size, I knew there was more to his offer.

Quite a bit, actually.