Philip And The Case Of Mistaken Identity and Philip And The Baby

By John Paulits

In Philip and the Baby Philip resents the fact that a new baby is coming into his house. Will anything get Philip to love and accept his new baby sister before he drives his parents crazy with his behavior?

In Philip and the Case of Mistaken Identity Philip and his best friend Emery, detectives on the trail, try to cope with a mystifying little girl who runs them a merry chase.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Wings ePress, Inc.
• Release date: Oct 23, 2013
• ISBN: 9781597051095

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Philip And The Case Of Mistaken Identity

We’ll investigate that."

Right. Monday morning then?

Yeah. We’ll get into our disguises and track her down. What time?

I’ll come to your house at nine.

My mother says not until ten.

All right then. Ten. See you Monday.

See you.

Philip hung up. Janie? Joanie? A girl and a grandmother who could fly? And the girl thought Emery was him and he was Emery. Philip ran upstairs. He couldn’t wait for Monday.

Philip And The Baby

Philip ran and got a hug.

We have a surprise for you.

Can I see it, Daddy?

His father laughed. You’ll have to wait until September to see it, Flipper.

Hmmm, thought Philip. It sounded like a riddle. This was May. September was when school started again. That was a long way off.

You tell him, his mother said to his father.

Flip Flip. Good news. In early September we are going to get another member in our family.

Philip thought a moment, then asked slowly. Are you getting me a dog?

His parents laughed. Philip didn’t laugh. He was beginning to get the picture.

It will be even better than a dog, his father said. Mommy is going to have a baby. You’re going to have a baby brother or sister. Isn’t that great?

Philip screamed, turned, and ran upstairs to his room.

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Philip And The Case Of

Mistaken Identity

And

Philip And The Baby

by

John Paulits

A Wings ePress, Inc.

Young Adult Novel

Wings ePress, Inc.

Edited by: Robbin Major

Copy Edited by: Leslie Hodges

Senior Editor: Robbin Major

Executive Editor: Lorraine Stephens

Cover Artist: Vin Tartamella

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Dedication

For Becky, Bud and Lou

One

Wait, wait, wait a minute, said Emery. Philip Felton stopped and waited. They had just stepped out of the schoolyard on their way home. Emery slung his school bag off his shoulder and put it on the ground. He squatted and opened it up.

Hurry up, Emery, said Philip. The last day of school before the spring break was over. We have nine whole days to play. No homework. No worrying about fourth grade tests. What are you doing?

I’m looking for my library books. You have to take them back for me.

Me? Why me? Why don’t you take them back?

I have to go with my mother after school. You said you might go to the library, right?

Philip felt a touch of gloom. Now who was he going to play with?

When’ll you be home?

I don’t know. Emery’s voice sounded impatient. I don’t want to go. She said, though. With my two sisters, too.

Emery had two baby sisters born about a year apart. He considered himself the unluckiest boy in the world.

Here they are. He pulled two books from his bag, closed it up, stood, and handed the books to Philip.

Philip looked at them. Stowaway to the Mushroom Planet and The Golden Mushroom.

What do you have—mushrooms on the brain? Philip asked.

No, no. They were good. You should read them. One’s in outer space. The other’s a secret land inside the earth.

Philip nodded half-heartedly. What do you want to do tomorrow? he asked.

Something good. Let’s not waste this vacation. You think tonight and I’ll think tonight. Tomorrow we’ll make a good plan.

Philip nodded.

They chatted about previous vacations for the ten minutes it took to reach their street. They said good-bye in front of Emery’s house and Philip kept on to his own, five houses down on the opposite side of the street. He opened the front door and tossed his book bag inside. I’m going to the library, Mom.

Philip?

Philip made a face. Who was she expecting? Yeah, me, Mom.

All right. His mother appeared from the kitchen, brushing her hands off. She smiled. Spaghetti and pepperoni tonight to celebrate no school.

And garlic bread?

And garlic bread.

Philip smiled and gave her a thumbs-up. I won’t be late. With Emery’s books cradled in his left arm, he pulled the front door closed behind him.

The library was three blocks away. There was a traffic light on each corner so his mother didn’t fuss too much about being safe when he said he was going there.

It was mid-April and the weather had started turning nice—not really warm, but at least not cold. The past winter had been freezing. He and Emery had spent more time than ever indoors. That was one reason they were so looking forward to this week’s vacation. Philip had even been tuning to the Weather Channel on his TV, and he knew that the weather was supposed to be nice all week.

The library was a small, square, two-story building at the corner of the block. Downstairs was the adult room. The children’s room was on the second floor. Philip went inside and pushed apart the swinging doors that led to the stairway. The children’s room had the librarian’s station, a square of two long desks and two bookcases, in the middle of the floor. Books lined all four walls except where there were two big windows on one side. There were some tables and chairs and more bookcases that made aisles on the floor. There were also two bathrooms, a water fountain, and lots of small windows high above the top of the bookcases, as well as a skylight above the librarian’s station.

Philip got behind the only person returning a book, a girl about his size. She looked over her shoulder and smiled at him. The girl had long, blonde hair and blue eyes.

Philip’s forehead wrinkled. Why was she smiling at him? He didn’t like it when girls his own age smiled at him. He ignored her and stared over the library desk at the librarian.

The girl was having some sort of problem—Philip thought he heard one of the librarians mention