Dino-Mike and Dinosaur Doomsday

By Deborah Melmon and Eduardo Garcia

To find the evil Mr. Bones, Mike and Shannon will have to follow the fossils—even if it leads them to an ancient dinosaur graveyard in Antarctica! (Hint: it does.) Because of continental drift, the dinosaur fossils Mr. Bones thought were in Australia are actually in Antarctica. But make no bones about it—this villain still intends to cover every continent with reborn dino-slaves . . . and take over the world! Each book in this action-packed series is written and illustrated by the Eisner-Award winning creator of Tiny Titans: Franco!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Capstone Young Readers
• Release date: Aug 1, 2016
• ISBN: 9781515717614

Deborah Melmon

Deborah Melmon has been a freelance illustrator in the San Francisco Bay area for over 30 years. Among her many picture books are Picnic at Camp Shalom, Speak Up, Tommy, One Good Deed, and Chicken Soup, Chicken, Soup. Deborah lives with a comical Airedale Terrier named Mack.

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Young Mike Evans travels the world with his dino-hunting dad and his best friend, Shannon. From the Jurassic Coast in Great Britain to the Liaoning Province in China, young Dino-Mike has been there, dug that!

When his dad is dusting fossils, Mike’s boning up on his own dino skills — only he’s finding the real deal. A live T. rex egg! A portal to the Jurassic Period!! An undersea dinosaur sanctuary!!!

Prepare yourself for another wild and wacky Dino-Mike adventure, which nobody will ever believe …

Chapter 1

COLD CASE

Why are we here again? Mike Evans asked through chattering teeth. He stared out at the bright white sheet of ice, stretching to the horizon. This place is a winter wasteland.

Actually, Mike, interrupted his newfound friend and dino-adventuring sidekick, Shannon, "right now, it’s summer in Antarctica."

Mike rolled his eyes and sighed. That’s the tenth time you’ve told me that!

Then I probably already told you that Antarctica isn’t a wasteland at all, she added. It’s actually considered a desert.

Yep, you told me that too, said Mike, annoyed. But there’s no way this place is a desert, Shannon. My teeth wouldn’t be chattering this much if I was in the Mojave!

Oh, stop being such a wimp, Dino-Mike! came a familiar voice.

Mike spun around and spotted his archenemy standing in the doorway of the scientific base camp.

Jurassic Jeff, he grumbled.

Actually, Jeff was no longer Mike’s worst enemy — but he wasn’t his favorite person either. Shannon’s older brother was super smart (he once brought dinosaurs back to the present day, after all), but his intelligence could be incredibly helpful or incredibly harmful. Dino-Mike just hoped Jeff hadn’t woken up on the wrong side of the bunk this morning.

Who are you calling a wimp, Jeff? asked Mike. Didn’t you refuse to come on our last expedition to Australia because of all the spiders and snakes?

Jurassic Jeff folded his arms across his chest and let out a humph.

And speaking of Australia, added Mike, turning to Shannon, that’s a continent with proper deserts, not ones covered in snow and ice.

BARK! BARK! BARK! Suddenly, a striped, four-legged beast came bounding across the ice toward the