Stanley's Christmas Adventure

For Duncan

J.B

For Cash, Archie, Quinn, Clementine,

Olive, Lulu and Harley

R.B

First published in Great Britain 1985

by Methuen Children’s Books Ltd

This edition published 2017

by Egmont UK Limited

The Yellow Building, 1 Nicholas Road, London W11 4AN

Text copyright © 1985 Jeff Brown

Illustrations copyright © 2017 Rob Biddulph

First e-book edition 2017

ISBN 978 1 4052 8808 8

Ebook ISBN 978 1 7803 1830 1

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CONTENTS

Cover

Title Page

Dedication and Copyright

Front series promotional page

PROLOGUE

CHAPTER 1

SARAH

CHAPTER 2

THE SLEIGH

CHAPTER 3

SNOW CITY

CHAPTER 4

SARAH’S FATHER

CHAPTER 5

THE LETTERS

CHAPTER 6

GOING HOME

CHAPTER 7

CHRISTMAS

Once there was an ordinary kid called Stanley Lambchop. A bulletin board squashed him flat as a pancake. Flat Stanley became famous – he even foiled the art robbery of the century! Stanley’s little brother Arthur managed to reinflate Stanley with a bicycle pump, but ever since weird stuff just keeps happening to Stanley . . .

PROLOGUE

She was the sort of little girl who liked to be sure of things, so she went all over Snow City, checking up.

The elves had done their work.

At the Post Office, Mail Elves had read the letters, making lists of who wanted what.

In the great workshops – the Doll Room, the Toy Plant, the Game Mill – Gift Elves had filled the orders, taking care as to colour and size and style.

In the Wrap Shed the gifts lay ready, wrapped now in gay paper with holly and pine cones, sorted by country, by city or village, by road or lane or street.

The Wrap Elves teased her. ‘Don’t trust us, eh? . . . Snooping, we call this, Miss!’

‘Pooh!’ said the little girl. ‘Well done, elves! Good work!’

But at home in Snow City Square, all was not well.

‘Don’t slam the door, dear,’ said her mother, weeping. ‘Your father’s having his nap.’

‘Mother! What’s wrong?’

‘He won’t go this year, he says!’ the mother sobbed. ‘He’s been so cross lately, but I never –’

‘Why ? Why won’t he go?’

‘They’ve lost faith, don’t care any more, he says! Surely not everyone, I said. Think of your favourite letter, the one by your desk! He just growled at me!’

‘Pooh!’ said the girl. ‘It’s not fair! Really! I mean, everything’s ready ! Why –’

‘Not now, dear,’ said the mother. ‘It’s been a dreadful day.’

In the little office at the back of the house, the girl studied the letter her mother had mentioned, framed with others on a wall:

The girl thought for a moment, and an idea came to her. ‘Hmmmm . . . Well, why not?’ she said.

She looked again at the letter.

The name LAMBCHOP was printed across the top, and an address. It was signed ‘Stanley, USA.’