Toys go out Being the adventures of a knowledgeable stingray, a toughy little buffalo, and someone called Plastic

Review by Booklist Review

For beginning chapter-book readers, this secret-lives-of-toys story will entertain, inspire, and comfort as it relates the experiences of three engaging toy best friends: Lumphy the buffalo, plush StingRay, and Plastic. In six interconnected chapters, the distinctly drawn characters face concerns and situations kids will respond to: shy Lumphy's fear of the washing machine and having a bath; gentle Plastic's identity crisis; and know-it-all StingRay's embarrassing bathtub comeuppance, which ends happily with reassurances of her friends' love. There's even occasional sibling rivalry, as the toys compete for beloved Little Girl's affections. The simple prose is clever and often hilarious, incorporating dialogue and musings that ring kid-perspective true, and Zelinsky's charming black-and-white illustrations, wonderfully detailed and textured, expressively portray character situations and feelings. Deftly blending humor and insight, the story will charm readers as the toys come to recognize and appreciate themselves, one another, and their deep connection. --Shelle Rosenfeld Copyright 2006 Booklist

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Review by Publisher's Weekly Review

As delightfully quirky as its subtitle, "Being the Adventures of a Knowledgeable Stingray, a Toughy Little Buffalo, and Someone Called Plastic"), this buoyant chapter book relays the adventures (one per chapter) of a trio of toys. As the tale opens, Lumphy (a plush buffalo), StingRay (a stuffed fish) and Plastic (who, in a quasi-mystery plot thread, discovers that she is a rubber ball) thump along in a dark backpack. The three worry about where they might be headed ("The Girl doesn't love us and she's trying to get rid of us!")-perhaps to the vet (who will poke them "over and over with needles the size of carrots") or to the zoo (where they will have to live "each one in a separate cage")-only to find themselves at school as the Little Girl's show-and-tell. Their humorous dialogue may feel to readers much like eavesdropping on the playground (when Plastic says of dental floss, "Maybe it feels nice.... You never know until you try," Lumphy replies, "I know without trying"). The omniscient narrator also chimes in with wry comments (e.g., a description of StingRay, "who sometimes says she knows things when she doesn't"). Supporting characters include a "bumpity washing machine" named Frank, who serenades a fearful peanut-buttery Lumphy through the wash cycle, and kind TukTuk the towel who helps Plastic in his self-discovery. Zelinsky's half-tone illustrations depict the most dramatic moment in each episode from the toy's eye-view. Together, author and artist take an entertaining look at identity, friendship and belonging. Ages 7-11. (Sept.) (c) Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved

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Review by School Library Journal Review

Gr 1-3-Lumphy (a stuffed buffalo), StingRay (a plush stingray), and Plastic (who turns out to be a ball) star in this audio rendition of Emily Jenkins' gentle and charming book (Schwartz & Wade Books, 2006). While narrator Melanie Martinez enunciates each word almost too carefully, making the narration somewhat mechanical, the experiences of these three beloved toys remain lots of fun. Once drawn in by the winsome characters, listeners will enjoy their stories of adventure, devotion, and self-acceptance. Martinez shines brightest when performing as StingRay, a drama queen who claims to be knowledgeable on most subjects, but really only tells fish stories. She voices Lumphy as a gloomy, Eeyore-like buffalo, and lends a joyful feeling to Plastic's bouncily optimistic personality. Frank the washing machine, TukTuk the bath towel, and the toys' owner known only as The Little Girl are also given unique voices. This early chapter book will delight young listeners.-Jennifer Verbrugge, Dakota County Library, Burnhaven Branch, Burnsville, MN (c) Copyright 2010. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.

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Review by Horn Book Review

In this congenial episodic chapter book, three animate toys--two stuffed animals and a rubber ball, all affectionately portrayed in textured black-and-white drawings--have adventures and discover how important they are to the little girl who owns them. The toys' conversations have a loopy philosophical humor but veer toward the overly precious. (c) Copyright 2010. The Horn Book, Inc., a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted. All rights reserved.

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Review by Kirkus Book Review

A little girl has three toys who are best friends: Stingray, a stuffed stingray who claims to know it all, Lumphy; a daring and curious stuffed buffalo; and Plastic, a bouncing, red toy who has yet to find out her true identity. The three toys love the little girl, and life in her bedroom is fine and--usually-- predictable, but when the toys go out into the wide world outside, almost anything can happen. Six stories, accompanied by Zelinsky's lively black-and-white illustrations, tell of their escapades and discoveries, including an eventful trip to the beach, the development of an intimate knowledge of the washing machine, the pitfalls of sleeping atop the bed and an understanding of the importance of birthdays. A blend of Toy Story and the stories of Johnny Gruelle and A.A. Milne, this is a solid collection that will serve as a good read-aloud, as well as a nice choice for young readers, who will enjoy exploring the warm, secret world of toys. (Fiction. 6-10) Copyright ©Kirkus Reviews, used with permission.

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chapter one In the Backpack, Where It Is Very Dark The backpack is dark and smells like a wet bathing suit. Waking up inside, Lumphy feels cramped and grumped. "I wish I had been asked," he moans. "If I had been asked, I would have said I wasn't going." "Shhh," says StingRay, though she doesn't like the dark backpack any more than Lumphy. "It's not so bad if you don't complain." "We weren't told about this trip," snorts Lumphy. "We were just packed in the night." "Why don't you shut your buffalo mouth?" snaps StingRay. "Your buffalo mouth is far too whiny." There is a small nip on the end of her tail, and StingRay curls it away from Lumphy's big square buffalo teeth. Plastic usually hums when she is feeling nervous. "Um tum tum--um tum tum--tum--tiddle--tee," she trills, to see if it will make the inside of the backpack seem any nicer. "Don't you know the words to that song?" asks Lumphy. "There are no words. It's a hum," answers Plastic. No one says anything for a while, after that. "Does anyone know where we're going in here?" wonders Lumphy. Plastic does not. StingRay doesn't, either. "My stomach is uncomfortable," grumphs the buffalo. "I think I'm going to be sick." . . . . . Buh-buh bump! It feels like the backpack is going down some stairs. Or maybe up some stairs. Or maybe up something worse than stairs. StingRay tries to think calming thoughts. She pictures the high bed with the fluffy pillows where she usually sleeps. She pictures the Little Girl with the blue barrette, who scratches where the ears would be if StingRay had ears. But none of these thoughts makes her feel calm. "I hope we're not going to the vet," StingRay says, finally. "What's the vet?" asks Lumphy. "The vet is a big human dressed in a white coat who puts animals in a contraption made from rubber bands, in order to see what is wrong with them," answers StingRay, who sometimes says she knows things when she doesn't. "Then he pokes them over and over with needles the size of carrots, and makes them drink nasty-tasting medicine, and puts them in the bumpity washing machine to fix whatever's broken." "If anyone needs to go to the vet, it's the one-eared sheep," says Plastic, remembering the oldest of the Little Girl's toys. "And Sheep's not even here. No, we can't be going to the vet. We aren't broken." "Speak for yourself," snorts Lumphy, who feels even sicker than before at the thought of the bumpity washing machine. . . . . . Woosh. Woosh. The backpack begins to swing. Back and forth. Back and forth. Or maybe round and round. "I hope we're not going to the zoo," moans StingRay. "They'll put us in cages with no one to talk to. Each one in a separate cage, and we'll have to woosh back and forth all day, and do tricks on giant swings, with people throwing quarters at our faces, and teasing." "I don't think we're big enough for the zoo," Plastic says hopefully. "I'm pretty sure they're only interested in very large animals over there." "I'm large," says Lumphy. "She means really, really, very large," says StingRay. "At the zoo they have stingrays the size of choo-choo trains; and plastics the size of swimming pools. Zoo buffaloes would never fit in a backpack. They eat backpacks for lunch, those buffaloes." "Is that true?" asks Lumphy, but nobody answers him. . . . . . Plunk! The backpack is thrown onto the ground. Or maybe into a trash can. Or onto a garbage truck. "We might be going to the dump!" cries StingRay. "We'll be tossed in a pile of old green beans, and sour milk cartons, because the Little Girl doesn't love us anymore, and it will be icy cold all the time, and full of garbage-eating sharks, and it will smell like throw-up." "I don't think so," soothes Plastic. "I'll be forced to sleep on a slimy bit of used paper baggie, instead of on the big high bed with the fluffy pillows!" continues StingRay. There is a noise outside the backpack. Not a big noise, but a rumbly one. "Did you hear that?" asks StingRay. "I think it is the X-ray machine. The vet is going to X-ray us one by one and look into our insides with an enormous magnifying glass, and then poke us with the giant carrot!" "I'm sure it's not an X-ray," says Plastic calmly, although she isn't sure at all. "An X-ray would be squeakier." "Then I think it is a lion," cries StingRay. "A lion at the zoo who does not want to be on display with any small creatures like you and me. A lion who doesn't like sharing her swing set, and wants all the quarters for herself. She is roaring because she hasn't had any lunch yet, and her favorite food is stingrays." "A lion would be fiercer," says Plastic, a bit un- certainly. "It would sound hungrier, I bet." "Maybe it is a giant buffalo," suggests Lumphy. "Maybe it is a dump truck!" squeals StingRay. "A big orange dump truck tipping out piles of rotten groceries on top of us, and trapping us with the garbage-eating sharks and the throw-up smell!" "Wouldn't a dump truck be louder?" asks Plastic, though she is starting to think StingRay might have a point. "I'm sure it's not a dump truck." . . . . . The backpack thumps down again with a bang. "I would like to be warned," moans Lumphy. "Sudden bumps make everything worse than it already is." "The Girl doesn't love us and she's trying to get rid of us!" cries StingRay in a panic. The backpack opens. The rumbly noise gets louder, and the light is very bright--so bright that StingRay, Plastic, and Lumphy have to squinch up their eyes and take deep breaths before they can see where they are. A pair of warm arms takes them all out of the dark, wet-bathing-suit smell together. The three toys look around. There are small chairs, a sunny window, and a circle of fidgety faces. It is not the vet. It is not the zoo. It is not the dump. (They are pretty sure.) But where is it? The rumbly noise surges up. A grown-up asks everyone to Please Be Quiet Now. And then comes a familiar voice. "These are my best friends," says the Little Girl who owns the backpack and sleeps in the high bed with the fluffy pillows. "My best friends in the world. That's why I brought them to show-and-tell." "Welcome," says the teacher. Sticky, unfamiliar fingers pat Lumphy's head and StingRay's plush tail. Plastic is held up for all to admire. "We are here to be shown and told," she whispers to StingRay and Lumphy, feeling quite bouncy as she looks around at the schoolroom. "Not to be thrown away or put under the X-ray machine!" The teacher says Lumphy looks a lot like a real buffalo. (Lumphy wonders what the teacher means by "real," but he is too happy to worry much about it.) "We're special!" whispers StingRay. "We're her best friends!" "I knew it would be something nice," says Plastic. . . . . . Funny, but the ride home is not so uncomfortable. The smell is still there, but the backpack seems rather cozy. Plastic has herself a nap. StingRay isn't worried about vets and zoos and gar-bage dumps anymore; she curls herself into a ball by Lumphy's buffalo stomach. "The Little Girl loves us," she tells him. "I knew it all along, really. I just didn't want to say." Lumphy licks StingRay's head once, and settles down to wait. When he knows where he is going, traveling isn't so bad. And right now, he is going home. From the Hardcover edition. Excerpted from Toys Go Out by Emily Jenkins All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.

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