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Product Description In this New York Times bestselling novel the moon base commander has gone missing and Dash Gibson is on the case. The second mind-boggling mystery of the Moon Base Alpha series from beloved author Stuart Gibbs. There’s nowhere to hide on the world’s first moon base. After all, it’s only the size of a soccer field. So when Nina Stack, the commander of Moon Base Alpha, mysteriously vanishes, the Moonies are at a total loss. Though he may be just twelve years old, Dashiell Gibson is the best detective they’ve got. But this confusing mystery pushes Dash to his limits. Especially since Dash accidentally made contact with an alien and has to keep it a secret. With the fate of the entire human race hanging in the balance, will Dash be able to solve the mystery of the missing Moonie? Review “Life on the moon can be a drag . . . but it’s never dull.” ― Booklist Online "The book is filled with scientific information, humor, and an appropriate amount of noxious gasses." ― School Library Connection About the Author Stuart Gibbs is the New York Times bestselling author of Charlie Thorne and the Last Equation and the FunJungle, Spy School, and Moon Base Alpha series. He has written the screenplays for movies like See Spot Run and Repli-Kate, worked on a whole bunch of animated films, and developed TV shows for Nickelodeon, Disney Channel, ABC, and Fox. Stuart lives with his family in Los Angeles. You can learn more about what he’s up to at StuartGibbs.com. Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. Spaced Out EXTRATERRESTRIAL MOVIE NIGHT Earth year 2041 Lunar day 216 Bedtime If I hadn’t made the mistake of showing Star Wars to an alien life form, I never would have ended up fighting Patton Sjoberg with the space toilet. But then, being friends with an alien had been one problem after another. It was far more difficult than I had ever imagined. For starters, there was no end of things I had to explain. Every single aspect of my life was strange and unusual to Zan Perfonic. She wanted to know the reasons for everything I did. But it turns out, there’s not much reason behind half the things we humans do. For example, blessing someone after they sneeze. One day, Zan overheard me do this for my sister, and later she asked why I’d said it. I had to think for a moment before admitting, “I have no idea. It’s just something we humans do. It’s supposed to be good manners.” “Like when you use napkins to blot partially eaten food off your faces?” “Kind of.” “What does ‘bless you’ mean?” “Um . . . that you want good things to happen for someone. I think.” “So every time someone involuntarily blasts snot out of their nose, you humans tell them you want good things to happen to them?” “Er . . . yes.” “Do you say ‘bless you’ for other involuntary actions? Like when someone burps?” “No.” “Or farts?” “Definitely not.” “Why not?” “I guess because farting is considered rude.” “And yet, is also considered funny?” “Not by everyone.” “Your sister seems to think it’s funny.” “Well, she’s six.” “Your father does too. He’s not six.” “Good point.” “So why do some people find involuntary emissions of noxious gases from their rectums funny while other people find it rude?” “I don’t know.” “Do you think it has something to do with the sound?” It went on like that for twenty minutes, with Zan asking me to try to explain everything from whoopee cushions to “pull my finger” until I was mentally exhausted. For this reason, I’d taken to showing Zan movies whenever I could. They made life easier. I’d used them to help explain everything from dinosaurs to World War II to professional sports. I know I sound like a crazy person with all this talking-to-an-alien stuff. Like the kind of lunatic who stumbles through the streets babbling gibberish and wearing a tinfoil hat. But I’m not crazy. My name’s Dashiell Gibson and I’m a totally sane twelve-year-old boy who happens to live on the moon.
