On normal mornings, the first thing Vernon saw from his bedroom
window was a big hayfield between two long, wooded hills.
This particular morning was different: a Big White Thing outside his
window was blocking his view.
"Where'd it come from?" Vernon whispered.
"How should I know?" Junior whispered back. "What is it?"
"I bet I know!" Vernon said. "It's a tank that must have
exploded and landed here! It just missed us!"
Junior didn't see the Big White Thing as a tank. "Know what it looks
like?" he asked. "A spaceship."
Vernon shook his head. "A spaceship? Get a grip!"
from the book
For everyone who wants to grow up and read The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy!
It all started with the gently-used spaceship that appeared in the backyard. That's the backyard of Vernon and Junior Smith, thirteen-year-old twins in Whipple Crossing, Pennsylvania. The craft made a curious whirring noise and came complete with a cranky robot with attitude. But real trouble shows up at the front door two days later, in the form of a weasely tax collector from the Commonwealth of Pennsylvania demanding $1,000,000 in back taxes for illegally parked space vehicleotherwise jail time awaits. What to do? Part-time paleontologist granddad's no helphe's off in the Antarctic hunting for fossils. Vernon and Junior agree (a rare occurrence) that running away is the best way to go. But where to run? And how to get there? Well, there is that used spaceship in the backyard...
An exuberant skewering of space travel, delivery people, tax collectors, robots, TV anchors, trading, learning languages, bad/good manners, and the entire Commonwealth of Pennsylvania, this is a hilarious send-up of the world we know and the one in outer space we do not.
