The train to snoozeville.
Their friends would as bored hearing the story as I was reading it. Their friends wouldn't care.
The train to snoozeville.
Their friends would as bored hearing the story as I was reading it. Their friends wouldn't care.
Skateboarding safety gear is radical.
How big is Bear Country, anyway? They took a fricking road trip around it in another book, complete with their own version of Mount Rushmore and Niagara Falls, and now they've got the Official Skate Park in somebody's cow pasture.
An unrealistic depiction of the work of a paleontologist.
If you did find that kind of thing, you certainly wouldn't let an entire family traipse through the middle of your dig!
Nerdy things aren't fun.
Papa Bear, to his credit, realizes that he's done something wrong before it's pointed out to him by Sister Bear, so he's able to take her criticism well.
Almost good.
If it had some better illustrations, this one might actually be good.
No. Wrong.
No. You can't leave it like that. You can't let readers think that she actually did get the wish.
Useless and brief story.
Basically just the first day of dog ownership, and you know those kids are going to start slacking off and avoiding their dog-related chores the same way they avoid all their other chores.
Papa Bear fails at life.
This is another book where nothing really gets resolved on a permanent basis. That's the kind of thing that will build into a cycle.
The story is as disappointing as the treasure itself.
The best part: “'What is booty, Papa?' Asked Sister.”
Nope, apparently there's no such thing as "too much car trip."
I was really expecting it to be about Mama and Papa bear realizing that sometimes pushing everybody to do too many things on a long car trip is a bad idea, but no.