Give My Regrets to Broadway: A Chet Gecko Mystery
By Bruce Hale
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It's no mystery: Chet Gecko can’t sing. He can’t dance. He can’t act. Heck, he can’t even act normal. So why would he take the lead in Mr. Ratnose’s musical version of Shakespeare’s Omlet, Prince of Denver? A new case, naturally. The original leading man has disappeared, and something smells rotten in the realm of Ratnose. Did the third-act lip-lock with Shirley Chameleon scare him away? Or is foul play afoot? One thing’s for certain: This mystery won’t be over until the fat gecko—er, lady—sings.
Bruce Hale
Bruce Hale has written and/or illustrated over sixty books for kids and is the author of Clark the Shark; Clark the Shark Dares to Share; the award-winning Chet Gecko Mysteries series; Snoring Beauty, one of Oprah’s Recommended Reads for Kids; and the School for S.P.I.E.S. series. In his free time, Bruce enjoys hiking, watching movies, and making music. He lives in Santa Barbara, California, with his wife, dog, and many hats. You can catch him online at brucehale.com.
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Give My Regrets to Broadway - Bruce Hale
Copyright © 2004 by Bruce Hale
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Originally published in hardcover in the United States by Harcourt, Inc., 2004.
The Library of Congress has cataloged the print edition as follows:
Hale, Bruce.
Give my regrets to Broadway: from the tattered casebook
of Chet Gecko, private eye/Bruce Hale.
p. cm.
A Chet Gecko Mystery.
Summary: Chet and his partner, Natalie Attired, take on a case involving an actor gone missing from the school musical.
[1. Geckos—Fiction. 2. Plays—Fiction. 3. Schools—Fiction. 4. Animals—Fiction. 5. Mystery and detective stories. 6. Humorous stories.] I. Title.
PZ7.H1295Gi 2004
[Fic]—dc22 2003019440
ISBN 978-0-15-216700-4 hardcover
ISBN 978-0-15-216730-1 paperback
eISBN 978-0-547-53990-4
v2.1215
For Glynnis, Miles, Beckett, Bailey, and Rebecca
[Image]A private message from the private eye . . .
To snoop or not to snoop. . . .
That’s no question. Whether it’s smarter to let sleeping dogs lie or to plunge in and follow a clue, I always do the same thing: Follow the clue.
Of course, you’d expect no less from Chet Gecko, Emerson Hicky Elementary’s top gecko detective. (Yeah, so I’m the school’s only gecko detective. What of it?)
My investigations have led me into situations scarier than a midnight plunge in a shark’s Jacuzzi. I’ve chuckled at danger, giggled at doom, and snorted (gently) at catastrophe.
But when the fickle finger of fate flicked me into show business, I felt as nervous as a blindfolded brontosaurus on a high wire.
It’s not that I get stage fright—the boards themselves don’t scare me. But I am afraid of making a fool of myself on them.
Truth is, I’d much rather tangle with a criminal mastermind than sing and dance. But did my teacher care? Not a bit. Mr. Ratnose cast me in his dumb musical anyway.
So it was almost a relief when, right from the start, our school play took a jump into jeopardy. Mysteries I can handle, I thought.
But as curtain time neared, I had more close calls than a hippo on a tricycle. Many times, it looked like curtains for this gecko. I wondered whether I would die offstage or on, but then I learned something about acting that bucked me up:
Acting is all about honesty. If you can fake that, you’ve got it made.
1
Strike up the Bland
It was the first rehearsal for our play, and I wished I was at the dentist. Or staked to an anthill with red fire ants crawling up my nose. Or even on the losing end of a parent-teacher conference.
Anywhere but the auditorium.
Still, there I was—the last one into the building where the entire fourth grade waited. Given the choice, I’d rather pull the whiskers off a werewolf than perform in a dorky play like Omlet, Prince of Denver. But who had a choice?
The auditorium (or cafetorium, as the principal calls it) buzzed like a nest of baby rattlesnakes on Christmas morning. My teacher, Mr. Ratnose, huddled onstage with the other teachers. My fellow students fidgeted on the rows of wooden benches, jabbering amongst themselves.
Something was up.
I scanned the crowd. My partner and friend, Natalie Attired, had saved me a spot in the second-to-last row. Good ol’ Natalie.
With a little luck, I could slip into place before Mr. Ratnose noticed my tardiness. Bending low, I hurried toward my seat. Just a few more steps . . .
I didn’t see the foot in my path, but I sure felt it.
Ba-dump!
Whoa!
I stumbled and staggered like a Rottweiler on Rollerblades.
Ka-flump! I sprawled in the aisle, flat on my face.
The room fell silent with worry.
Haw-haw-haw!
burst from a hundred throats.
Or maybe they were just catching their breath.
I got up and brushed myself off, scowling at the guilty foot’s owner—a chubby chipmunk. He smiled back as sweetly as a big brother with a carload of water balloons.
And then my bad luck multiplied.
Mr. Ratnose stepped to the edge of the stage. Chet Gecko,
he said, even though you’re tardy, I’m giving you an honor that many students dream of.
You’re letting me out of this dumb play?
I asked.
The kids giggled again. Mr. Ratnose glared at them, pricklier than a hedgehog’s hug.
Wrong,
he huffed. Our lead actor, Scott Freeh, has disappeared.
My ears perked up. (As much as two holes in your head can perk.) A missing persons case?
I trotted up the aisle. You want me to find him, right?
Wrong again,
said my teacher. I’d like you to take on Scott’s role.
Me?
You.
Thanks, but no thanks. I’m a private eye, not a hambone.
Mr. Ratnose crossed his arms. Be that as it may. You will play the part, or you will write a fifty-four-page report on French classical theater.
He sure knew how to put the screws to a guy. The only thing I like less than looking foolish onstage is writing fifty-four-page reports (although math class and lima-bean pie are right up there).
I sighed. Okay, I’ll do it. Out of curiosity, what’s the part?
His black eyes sparkled, and a smile tweaked his ratty lips. The lead: Omlet, Prince of Denver. You’ve got a dramatic duet with a ghost . . .
Swell,
I said.
A swashbuckling sword fight . . .
Not bad.
And a romantic song with Azalea that ends in a kiss.
"That’s—Wait a minute! A kiss!?"
Mr. Ratnose nodded. Yes, you fourth graders should be mature enough to handle that by now.
My stomach churned and tumbled like a dingo in a washing machine. Sweat turned my palms into the Okefenokee Swamp.
Wh-who plays Azalea?
I choked out.
"Why, Shirley, of