Akiko and the Great Wall of Trudd
For my son, Matthew
CONTENTS
Excerpt From
Akiko on the Planet Smoo
Excerpt From
Akiko in the Sprubly Islands
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
First and foremost I want to express enormous gratitude to my editor at Random House Children’s Books, Fiona Simpson, for simply being a joy to work with, and for the wisdom and guidance she has given me (and continues to give me) as I work on this series. Thanks as always to Robb Horan, Larry Salamone, and Joseph Michael Linsner of Sirius Entertainment, publishers of my Akiko comic books and the friendliest folks I know this side of Smoo. There are so many other thank-yous I’d like to send out, but I’ll limit myself to just two more for the time being: one for my wife, Miki, and the other for my son, Matthew.
The road grew
narrower and narrower, with patches of incredibly tall grass creeping in from either side. The sun was right in the middle of the sky, and the air was hot and very humid. It was pretty quiet, apart from the sound of our feet on the dirt road and some weird insect noises coming from deep in the grass. I felt as if I were on a field trip or something back at the Middleton Nature Park, and I had to keep reminding myself that I was actually thousands of miles from Earth, walking along a little dirt road somewhere on the planet Smoo.
Spuckler Boach was out in front, leading the way, with his robot Gax rolling along behind him on his squeaky little wheels. Mr. Beeba and I followed, and Poog was floating in the air just above our heads.
“So tell us, Akiko,” Mr. Beeba said, “what were you doing on the night Bip and Bop came to bring you here to the planet Smoo?”
“I was in my bedroom studying for a geography test,” I replied, recalling all the weird stuff that had happened that night. The letter I’d received. The tapping sound on my window. The strange little spaceship floating outside, with the strange little men seated in it. It all seemed so long ago and far away. Well, it certainly was far away. Light-years away! But it really wasn’t so long ago. Just a few days, as a matter of fact. With all the crazy stuff that had happened, though, it felt as if I’d been on the planet Smoo for
months
.
“Studying, eh?” Mr. Beeba said, sounding very pleased with me. “I had a
feeling
you were the academic sort, Akiko. Every spare moment with your nose in a book, eh? Keep it up and one day you could be an emissary of King Froptoppit, like me! You
are
planning to pursue a master’s degree, I trust.”
“
Master’s degree?
” I repeated. “I’m only ten years old, Mr. Beeba. I’m still trying to figure out
long division
.”
“You tell ’im, ’Kiko,” Spuckler said enthusiastically, strutting along the road with his usual boundless energy. “You ain’t no bookworm. I had ya pegged as an
adventurer
the minute I saw ya. I’ll bet you were chompin’ at the bit to get goin’ just as soon as King Froptoppit told you about the Prince bein’ kidnapped.”
Ha! If Spuckler had seen how I had
really
reacted when I was asked to lead the Prince’s rescue mission, he’d have had a very different first impression of me. Looking back, though, I felt glad that I’d been forced to stay on Smoo. For one thing, becoming friends with Spuckler and Mr. Beeba was fun, even if it meant spending a lot of time trying to keep them from driving each other crazy. Gax was really cool too. I mean, how many fourth-graders get to make friends with a robot? Then there was Poog. I turned and looked at him, his round purple body floating effortlessly in the air above me, his big black eyes sparkling in the midday sun. I knew that becoming friends with Poog was going to change my life forever.
“I don’t know if I’d call myself an adventurer, Spuckler,” I said at last. “But I’ve definitely had fun on this rescue mission so far. There’s been some pretty scary stuff too. But plenty of fun in between.”
“Now, don’t rule out the idea of becoming an academic, Akiko,” Mr. Beeba said, refusing to give up the idea. “Spending the day in a reference library can be every bit as adventurous as rescuing a kidnapped prince!”
Spuckler rolled his eyes and kept walking.
Two or three
hours had passed since we’d left the palace of Queen Pwip, and still there was no sign of the Great Wall of Trudd.
“I’d better check the map again,” Mr. Beeba said, carefully unfolding the small piece of parchment Queen Pwip had given us.
“Beebs,” Spuckler barked, “you’ve checked that thing a hunnerd times. Whatcha gonna see that ya ain’t seen already?”
Mr. Beeba ignored this remark and continued studying the map, slowing his pace as he did so.
Spuckler was right. Mr. Beeba
had
already checked the map many, many times, and he always concluded by carefully folding it back up again, clearing his throat, and making the exact same pronouncement. I wiped the sweat out of my eyes and gritted my teeth a bit as I waited for him to say it.
“Well,” Mr. Beeba said after a moment, “we
seem
to be on the right road. All we can do is keep
walking
, I suppose.”
“That does it!” Spuckler said, coming to a stop and spinning around to face us. “Gimme that map!”
“I will do nothing of the sort!” Mr. Beeba replied, holding the map against his chest like a child clutching a favorite rag doll.
“Give it!” Spuckler said through his teeth, bending over so that his face came down to Mr. Beeba’s level. “I’m sick ’n’ tired of hearin’ you say the same darned thing over an’ over!”
Suddenly there was a gurgly, warbly sound, and we all looked up at Poog. He was silhouetted against the pale blue sky, his big black eyes reflecting the four of us like little circular mirrors, his oval mouth chirping and whistling.
“Hmmm,” Mr. Beeba began after a moment, scratching his head thoughtfully as he prepared to translate what Poog had just said. “Poog says you have something to tell us, Akiko.”
“Me?” I asked as everyone turned to stare at me. “What? What does he want me to say?”
“He says it’s time for you to tell us about the little conversation you had with Queen Pwip,” Mr. Beeba explained, an expectant gleam in his eye. He looked as if he’d wanted to grill me on this subject for quite some time and had merely been waiting for Poog to give the go-ahead.
“Well, okay, sure,” I said, glancing nervously at Poog. “I mean, I’d have told you all sooner, but it just didn’t, um, occur to me.”
Mr. Beeba and Spuckler looked at each other and smiled, clearly not believing a word I’d just said. I coughed and rubbed my forehead, trying to concentrate so I could remember everything Queen Pwip had said to me, word for word.