The Adventures of Isabelle Necessary
One gutsy eleven-year-old, a cool beach town, a hilarious crew of friends and oodles of adventures.
Once upon a beach, there was a girl called Isabelle Necessary. A girl with an unusual name and a rather extraordinary life. She roams around a sleepy beach town with her loyal team of friends. Follow Isabelle, Tammy, David, Nin, Draino the cat and Champ the wonder dog as they navigate one sticky situation after another and figure out how to turn a frog into a movie star, deal with a never-ending milkshake and escape being trapped in a lighthouse.
The type of book that brings back childhood memories and captures the essence of being a free-spirited kid.
Perfect for teachers and educators as the book comes with a teacher’s resource guide and student maker kit by Isabelle Necessary herself. Middle-grade reading level.
Amazon US – https://www.amazon.com/Adventures-Isabelle-Necessary-Martii-MacLean/dp/0994540868/
Martii Maclean lives in a tin shack by the sea, catching sea-gulls which she uses to make delicious pies, and writing weird stories. She likes going for long bicycle rides with her cat, who always wears aviator goggles to stop her whiskers blowing up into her eyes as they speed down to the beach to search for mermaid eggs. Or how about this…
Martii Maclean writes fantastical, adventurous tales for children and teens and sometimes adults. She was born in Sydney, Australia and now lives in Brisbane with her husband Trevor and her cat Minerva. Her work as an educator and librarian, allows her to share her love of stories and of story-telling with many young people. This inspires Martii to create thought-filled stories that explore the wonderful world of ‘what if’. Find out more about Martii and her stories at http://www.martiimaclean.com
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Here is an excerpt from chapter eleven, “Isabelle Necessary Helps out at Halfway Percy’s Shop.”
The ice cream was very hard, and Isabelle felt as though she was trying to scoop balls of concrete. She finally finished stacking the three cones with the three flavours in the right order. The creamy, colourful balls of ice cream towered high above the crispy cones.
Isabelle couldn’t wait to scoop her own cone. She carried the huge treats out to the veranda very carefully. The delicious mountains wobbled a little as she walked down the steps and they wobbled a bit more as she leaned to hand them to her customers. Then all three mountains wobbled a lot, slid off the cones and landed, splat, on the tabletop.
‘Bravo,’ said the triplets together.
‘I’ll be back in a minute.’
Isabelle quickly did some re-scooping.
She was getting good at it by now. She made sure to press the scoops down securely and carried them back to her customers.
‘How wonderful!’ The triplets chirped when she returned. ‘Just the energy we need to jog home.’ They waved goodbye to Isabelle, and crossed the street licking their dripping ice- cream cones.
Isabelle looked at the multi-coloured puddle on the tabletop. She thought about having her own ice cream now, but she had wasted those extra scoops so she thought maybe she shouldn’t. At least she’d learned how to stack triple scoops of ice cream.
By the time she’d finished cleaning up the melted ice cream, her third customer was about to come into the shop. She was pleased to see this customer, but also a little bit nervous.
‘Hi, Tammy,’ she called.
‘Hi, Isabelle, what are you doing here?’ ‘Percy went fishing, so I’m in charge of the shop until he gets back.’
‘Too cool, but, um, who’s going to make my milkshake?’
This was why Isabelle felt nervous. She knew that every Saturday Tammy came to Halfway Percy’s shop and ordered a giant double-vanilla double-thick milkshake. Sometimes they would both get one and sometimes, if they were still full of morning tea, they would share one. They loved to rest their chins on the high counter and watch Halfway Percy make the milkshakes, so Isabelle knew what to do. She just wasn’t sure exactly how to do it.
‘Percy left me in charge, so I will make your milkshake, mademoiselle.’ Isabelle laughed as she reached up and grabbed the tall metal milkshake cup.
Tammy rested her chin on the counter. Isabelle scooped two round balls of vanilla ice cream and plopped them into the cup. Then she took the syrup bottle and pushed down hard on the plunger—one, two squirts of thick vanilla syrup sprayed down over the ice cream.
‘I wonder how much milk to put in,’ Isabelle wondered aloud.
‘Well, the milkshake usually comes up to here,’ said Tammy, touching the side of the tall cup. Isabelle poured the icy milk into the cup. Then she positioned the cup on the milkshake machine so the long skinny mixing stick slid into the cup, all the way down to the ice cream at the bottom. That way, it would all blend into a smooth frothy treat.
‘I think I like making milkshakes most of all,’ Isabelle said, switching on the machine. The milk and ice cream churned and bubbled up … and kept on bubbling, up … and up … and up …
Big bubbly splashes of milkshake flew from the tall metal cup. One splashed across Isabelle’s face and another splash landed in Tammy’s hair.
‘What’s happening?’ Tammy said
The milkshake kept frothing up. More icy splashes flew from the cup. They plopped onto the counter and clock on the wall. One milky blob landed right in Isabelle’s mouth. She laughed.
Tammy caught the next flying blob in her mouth.
Frothy milk had been flung all around the shop before Isabelle finally thought to switch off the machine. She and Isabelle looked around at the runaway milkshake, which was trickling down shelves and walls all around the shop. Isabelle filled a bucket with sudsy water, picked up two cloths and they started cleaning up.
Isabelle and Tammy sat at the table at the front of the shop. They had just started slurping the double-ice cream, double-vanilla, double- trouble milkshake when Halfway Percy walked across the road. He was smiling and holding a delicious-looking fish.
‘A great morning’s fishing,’ he said. ‘Looks like you girls have had a great morning, too.’ He walked into the shop.
‘I hope we haven’t missed any of the mess,’ Isabelle whispered.
‘Oh, my goodness,’ Percy said, coming back out the door. ‘The shop looks spick and span.’
‘Well, I did do a little cleaning, and Tammy helped me,’ said Isabelle, trying not to giggle.
‘You’re a great shopkeeper, Isabelle Necessary. Can I call on you again the next time the tide is right?’
‘You sure can,’ said Isabelle, piling Aunt Emma’s shopping into the basket of her bike.
‘Here you are, my girl,’ said Percy, handing Isabelle two five-dollar notes. ‘I have to pay my best worker.’
‘Thank you,’ Isabelle said. ‘Is it okay if I share it with Tammy? She helped me a lot.’ She handed Tammy one of the five-dollar notes and wiped the last bit of milkshake from her friend’s dark curly hair.