Green Eggs and Ham meets Vegetables in Underwear in this laugh-out-loud tale of one kid's radical generosity as he makes custom underwear for all his friends. What's a kid to do when given a day-of-the-week underwear set-wear Monday's undies on Monday, Sunday's undies on Sunday like a rule-following robot? No sirree bob! This kid'll cut and craft, snip and sew until every single one of his friends has their own pair of underwear-whether they want them or not. . . . One kid's valiant attempts to create a pair of underpants for each of his buddies, no matter how imaginary, is a laugh-out-loud testament to the devotion of friendship, welcoming the creative muse wherever it strikes you, and the power of underwear to unite even the least likely of allies-especially on the days you don't want to wear them.

Now that all animals have equal rights, and the Phantastic Noodler is public property, Beaston is the perfect place for pasta parties. Creatures flock from far and wide to transform string into spaghetti and pillows into ravioli. But things take a turn when a wealthy Okapi-talist sees an investment opportunity. He cuts a deal with the Mayor, buys the Noodler, and suddenly things change for the worse. With privatization come monopoly, exploitation, pollution, and poverty. As for Noodlephant, she's off in Japan and China, slurping up ramen, soba, and biang biang. What will Noodlephant's friends face as they struggle to regain their town? Will Noodlephant ever return? And how will Beaston resolve the age old question: To whom does the Phantastic Noodler belong? Read on for a tale of power, politics, and of course ... pasta!

Does a scarecrow have a butt? Yep, you stuff him with a straw one. And does a crayon have a butt? Nope, but it can surely draw one. This silly, funny, clever book will be the most quoted text in all of elementary school. Over the course of a long walk across a city, one curious kid needs to know: "Does it have a butt?" Everything from sheep to ghosts to dinosaurs is subjected to this all-important question, and Dad is a never-ending source of answers. On a laugh-out-loud father-child ramble, we come to see that every butt, from a bullfrog's to a zombie's, has its own distinctive, and distinctively hilarious, quality.