Too Noisy!

Too Noisy!

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A read-aloud (shout-aloud?) comedy from Malachy Doyle, boldly illustrated by Ed Vere, reminds us there's no place like home - no matter how noisy. The Bungles sure are a large and noisy bunch! So noisy that Sam, the middle Bungle, has no room to think and is desperate to escape his booming, twooting, banging, clanging family. So off he wanders into the woods for some peace and quiet. Deeper and deeper he goes, until . . . eek! What's that climbing up his pant leg? Beek! What is flapping around his face? Eeky-beek! What could be sliding down his neck? HELP! Will he ever again hear the comforting cacophony of his own Bungle clan?

Author: Malachy Doyle
Format: Hardback, 32 pages, 238mm x 307mm, 465 g
Published: 2012, Candlewick Press,U.S., United States
Genre: Children's Fiction
Interest Age: From 3 to 7 years

Vendor: Secondhand Stock
SKU: 9780763662264-SECONDHAND
Categories: 3-5 Years All Best Sellers - Individual titles New arrivals - Secondhand books Only One Copy Second-hand Books Young Adult Young Adult Contemporary
Tags: Childrens - Teenage fiction Family and home stories Childrens - Teenage fiction General - Modern and contemporary fiction Childrens - Teenage personal and social topics Emotions - moods - feelings and behaviours Childrens - Teenage personal and social topics Families and family members Hardback June-2025 NewSystem Secondhand Secondhand New Arrivals
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A read-aloud (shout-aloud?) comedy from Malachy Doyle, boldly illustrated by Ed Vere, reminds us there's no place like home - no matter how noisy. The Bungles sure are a large and noisy bunch! So noisy that Sam, the middle Bungle, has no room to think and is desperate to escape his booming, twooting, banging, clanging family. So off he wanders into the woods for some peace and quiet. Deeper and deeper he goes, until . . . eek! What's that climbing up his pant leg? Beek! What is flapping around his face? Eeky-beek! What could be sliding down his neck? HELP! Will he ever again hear the comforting cacophony of his own Bungle clan?