Secret Agent Disco Dancer: You Don't Know Jack - Scott Gordon - ebook

One autumn day, Miranda Frillyfoam hops onto a bus headed for her new school, Bay Lake Elementary. Right off the bat, the children call her a monster and run away screaming. At least she's not alone, and when a new substitute teacher shows up on her first day of class, things really get crazy.Approximately 6,700 words, 14 images and Spartan frog mayhem.Descriptions of my other popular children's books are included after the main feature (an additional 5 pages).WARNING: Don't allow any crazy substitute frog teachers in your school!

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Secret Agent Disco Dancer: Was It The Lobster Bisque?

Secret Agent Disco Dancer: Double Agent Orangegrove

My Crazy Pet Frog (The original picture book!)

Secret Agent Disco Dancer: Santa's Super Helpers

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Secret Agent Disco Dancer: Soccer Star

© 2017 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 and © Norbert Jager (#6608288), Nataliia Natykach (#152404880), Андрей Водолажский (#6664416), Дмитрий Кокшаров (#2612127) and Julien Tromeur (#4394497, #69910239, #68589875, #8596867, #93684364, #66103447, #22023079, #4371550, #30479811, #4370938). Additional black and white illustration(s) by Alfredo Intoci. Extended licenses provided by Dreamstime Stock Photos and Deposit Photos.

First Edition (v1.0)

Published on December 11, 2017

Table of Contents

Title Page

Also by Scott Gordon




Chapter 1: Monster

Chapter 2: No Substitute

Chapter 3: Incoming

Chapter 4: Roll Call

Chapter 5: It’s Log!

Chapter 6: Spiritual Capital

Chapter 7: Sting

Chapter 8: Zero

Chapter 9: Confirmation

Chapter 10: Show and Tell

Chapter 11: Jack

Author’s Note

Product Description

About the Author

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Thank You!


This is not like my other stories.

No, not at all.

This is about a little boy who is going through some tough times, who happens to be named Jack.

Is Jack short or tall? Are his eyes brown or blue? Does he talk with a slight accent? And most importantly, does he enjoy pepperoni pizza as much as my son Aidyn?

So much about Jack is still unknown to me. It got me curious so I decided to write this silly, little story involving crazy frogs, and well, you’ll see...

Here’s to you, Jack. We’re strangers, but perhaps not for much longer. Let this inspire tales of your own, which I hope you’ll share with me one day.

Hang in there, pal. Better days are ahead. Promise.

Chapter 1: Monster

“Today is a special, special day,” Miranda reminded herself and nodded ever so slightly. She looked down at her Spiderman lunchbox, a gift from her father who had purchased something he liked rather than what was appropriate for a young frogling her age on her first day of Bay Lake Elementary. “Oh, daddy...” She shook her head and set the lunchbox on the seat beside her. He was always doing crazy things like that, and where the heck was he? He promised that he’d escort her to the bus, this morning of all mornings, but as usual, he called in and told momma that he had to work late again, and cried into the phone before hanging up.

“Really, again? That’s like the third time this week.” Her smile turned into a frown. Silly grown ups and their silly jobs. “If I had my way...” She looked around the bus. “I’d get rid of jobs once and for all!” A smile returned to her frog face.

“Eek!” A girl screamed as she got onto the bus.

“What is it, dear?” The large bus driver who had introduced herself as Beatris several minutes before looked at the frightened girl.

“There’s a monster on the bus!” She pointed to Miranda.

“Hey, I’m not a monster! I’m just a wee frogling.” Miranda nodded, agreeing with something her father had said the last time he joined the family for bedtime stories.

“It’s Swamp Thing!” said another girl as the children ran off the bus.

“Swamp Thing? What does that even mean?” Miranda tilted her head to one side and stared out the window. What was wrong with those crazy kids? Hadn’t they ever seen a frog before? Surely she was larger than they’d seen before—about the size of a toddler and a good foot shorter than the smallest six-year-old human.

But clearly she wasn’t a monster in any sense of the word. That belonged to the creature hiding in the back that she’d noticed while stepping on the bus. Though he managed to conceal himself well that morning, he certainly couldn’t sneak one past her. (Besides, Miranda had older brothers who looked just as scary...)