You Are One Freaking Awesome Baboon.

My Name Is Carter Kane. I'm Fourteen And My Home Is A Suitcase.

Can We Just Call Them Storm Spirits?” Leo Asked. “venti Makes Them Sound Like Evil Espresso Drinks.

Kids Are Baby Goats. They're Cute And They Have Redeeming Social Value. You Are Definitely Not Kids.

Her Freckles Were Orange, As If Somebody Had Spray-painted Her Face With Liquid Cheetos.

Mussolini?” Leo Frowned. “wasn’t He Like Bffs With Hitler?