It's been a quiet week in Flugerville, but all that's about to change as Bobby Wonder encounters the biggest challenge of his young life.

No, I'm not talking about the annual Flugerville pie eating contest or riding a buck and bronco or climbing to the top of Mount Flugerville.

No, no, no, no, it's much bigger than any of those things.

But we'll never find out what it is until we go find Bobby in his room.

Come on, chop chop people.

Let's get a move on. I haven't got all day here.

Would you please stop throwing that ball against the wall?

I'm trying to write the great American novel here.

Sorry. No more ball throwing. Check.

You know, fart putty isn't nearly as funny as you think it is.

I'm sure Mr. Pencil here agrees. Right, Mr. Pencil?

I'm tired. Can I go eat some dirt?

No, you cannot eat dirt. I've got work to do here, and I can't do it without a pencil. You should be thinking me. I mean, look at that sentence I just wrote. It's a masterpiece of suspense and pathos and longing. If you say so.

Oh, no one understands me.

I feel like someone should have told me that when I took this assignment.

Want to have a pillow fight?

I don't have hands or arms.

I think that puts me out of disadvantage in hand-to-hand combat.

You do realize that not everyone is bored.

I'm not bored when I have a novel to write.

I'm bored and hungry.

Can I go eat dirt?

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