Yuck's Fart Club

By Matt and Dave and Nigel Baines

Laugh your socks off with Yuck, the boy who loves bugs, slugs, and slime!

In “Yuck’s Fart Club,” Yuck has a brilliant idea for a club and he’s inviting all his friends! Who would have thought they could make so many types of farts? But his sister, Polly, is determined to find out what Yuck is up to—and she’s in for an explosive surprise!

In “Yuck’s Sick Trick,” Yuck does NOT want to go to school. He’s got a spelling test, and he’ll do anything to get out of it. Even if it means showing the whole family how revoltingly sick he can be….

• Language: English
• Publisher: Simon & Schuster/Paula Wiseman Books
• Release date: Jan 1, 2013
• ISBN: 9781442481541

Matt and Dave

Matthew Morgan and David Sinden codeveloped and wrote the Yuck stories. They’re lifelong friends who met at school sports day in elementary school and grew up in Kent, England. Matt and Dave both worked in children’s publishing before turning to fulltime writing.

Book preview

YUCK’S FART CLUB

Polly Princess sniffed.

Mom sniffed.

Dad sniffed.

Who’s farted? Mom asked.

It wasn’t me, Polly said. I never fart.

It wasn’t me, Dad said. I almost never fart.

Well, it certainly wasn’t me, Mom said.

Mom, Dad, and Polly looked at Yuck.

Yuck scooped a spoonful of beans into his mouth.

What? he said.

No farting, Yuck, Mom told him.

Yuck chewed his beans.

PARP!

Tomato sauce dribbled down his chin.

BRRAAMP!

Perhaps you shouldn’t have any more beans, Yuck, Dad said.

Yuck scooped another spoonful of beans into his mouth.

He shifted in his seat.

RRRRRRIIIIIPPPPP!

Yuck! everyone yelled. That’s disgusting!

Polly covered her nose and mouth with her hands.

Right, Yuck! That’s enough beans for you! Mom said, grabbing his plate.

But I like beans.

Yuck decided that when he was EMPEROR OF EVERYTHING, he would have a swimming pool full of beans. Every morning he would dive into it, swimming and eating and farting, farting and eating and swimming.

No more farting! Mom said.

But Yuck had other ideas . . . .

That afternoon his friends were coming around to play.

Polly Princess stood outside Yuck’s bedroom door, spying through the keyhole.

Yuck, Fartin’ Martin, Tom Butts, and Little Eric were sitting in a circle around a big metal box.

Polly opened the door.

What are you doing? she asked.

Mind your own business.

What’s in that box?

Go away, Polly, Yuck said.

Not until you tell me what’s in the box.

It’s a secret. This is a secret club. Go away. And Yuck sat on the box so she couldn’t open it.

It won’t be a secret for long, Polly said.

She turned and stomped out of the room.

Yuck waited until he heard Polly’s bedroom door click shut, then he gave the signal, picked up the big metal box, and crept downstairs. Fartin’ Martin, Tom Butts, and Little Eric followed him through the kitchen and out the back door.

Polly watched from her bedroom window as Yuck and his friends ran down the yard to the tree house. They climbed up the rope ladder and hurried