Dave Edgren reads Mo O'Hara's story about Tom, Pradeep, and their zombie goldfish Frankie, who gets a babysitter in Pradeep's sister Sammie. A mischievous vampire kitten named Fang keeps attacking, so Sammie builds booby traps and a lookout tower to protect him. By the end, Fang and Frankie are playing together.
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Hi, my name is Dave Edgren, and I'm going to read you My Big Fat Zombie Goldfish: The Fantastic Fish Sitter by Mo O'Hara and Marek Jagucki. My Big Fat Zombie Goldfish. I'm Tom, and this is my best friend Pradeep, who lives next door. We have a big fat zombie goldfish named Frankie. Unfortunately, my big brother Mark has a cute but evil vampire kitten named Fang. Everyone knows kittens and goldfish don't get along, but cute evil vampire kittens and big fat zombie goldfish really don't get along. So when we asked Pradeep's little sister Sami to look after Frankie. We thought we should give her some helpful tips. 6 really important tips for babysitting— scratch that— fish-sitting a zombie goldfish. 1. Keep Fang away from Frankie. 2. Zombie goldfish only eat green food: moldy Brussels sprouts, green jelly beans, stinky pond slime. 3. All kittens can be pretty sneaky, but Fang is super sneaky. 4. Watch out for Frankie's eyes. He can hypnotize you. 5. Did we mention that Fang the Vampire Kitten is trouble? 6. Seriously, keep Fang away from Frankie. I think we made our point. Sammi showed right away that she would be a great fish sitter. When she eventually figured out what she was supposed to do, she took her fish-sitting responsibilities very seriously. Sammie drew a plan for a fishy protection zone, with booby traps to keep out cute evil vampire kittens. She even added a lookout tower and took it in turns with Frankie to keep watch. But kittens are sneaky, and Fang is super sneaky. Sneaky, with extra sneaky sprinkles on top. She is also a master of disguise. In no time Fang had managed to sneak up behind Sammie and Frankie and— Pounce! Fur flew and fins flailed. Teeth snapped and tails thwacked. Claws were bared and green eyes stared. "Naughty kitty!" Sammie shouted. She put her hands on her hips and used her best cross mum voice. "Put Frankie down right this instant!" Just as Sammie was about to order Fang to leave, Fang turned on her special power of kitty cuteness. Sammie was powerless against it. "I suppose we could all play together," she said. "I could kitty-sit, too." Fang and Frankie imagined the fun games they wanted to play. Unfortunately, Fang and Frankie found it difficult to play nicely together. Fzzz! They couldn't agree on a game that didn't end with somebody being Swooshed! Squashed! Splashed! Or zombified! "If you can't play your games nicely," said Sami, "then we'll play my games instead." But Sami's game was not their idea of fun. When Pradeep and I got home, we couldn't believe Fang and Frankie were playing together, and they were being nice. We told Sammie she was the most fantastic fish sitter ever. She totally deserved the extra scoops of ice cream we gave her to say thanks. Maybe cute evil vampire kittens and big fat zombie goldfish can get along after all. Well, sometimes.
