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Klawde: Evil Alien Warlord Cat: Emperor of the Universe #5

Klawde: Evil Alien Warlord Cat: Emperor of the Universe #5


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"Applaud for KLAWDE. Two paws up!"—Dav Pilkey, creator of the Dog Man series.

"Funny, savage, and brilliant, Klawde is the pet I wish I had."—Max Brallier, New York Times Bestselling author of The Last Kids on Earth.

Klawde is not your basic cat. He's an emperor from another planet, exiled to Earth. He's cruel. He's cunning. He's brilliant... and he's also Raj Banerjee's best friend.

In book five of the Klawde series, our malevolent feline warlord has absolutely had it with this dismal planet. What's the point in conquering such an insignificant corner of the galaxy? In fact, why settle for just one planet, when there's an entire universe to rule? Luckily for Klawde, the Emperor of the Universe has stepped down, and there is an election being held to fill this coveted position. Finally, the universe is open for the taking. But Klawde encounters a challenge he never considered before: democracy.

So with Barx and Raj by his side, Klawde begins the campaign of his life. Can he win enough hearts and minds to become... Emperor of the Universe?

Heavily illustrated, with a hilarious, biting voice that switches between Raj's and Klawde's perspectives, this is the story of an unlikely friendship that emerges between a boy and the evil cat who arrived on his doorstep.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780593096222
Publisher: Penguin Young Readers Group
Publication date: 10/20/2020
Series: Evil Alien Warlord Cat Series , #5
Pages: 224
Sales rank: 167,045
Product dimensions: 5.00(w) x 7.00(h) x (d)
Age Range: 8 - 12 Years

About the Author

Johnny Marciano is a New York Times bestselling author and illustrator. His books for kids range from The Witches of Benevento series to The No-Good Nine to Madeline at the White House, while his nonfiction work includes Anonyponymous. Johnny lives in Headquarters, New Jersey, with his wife, nine-year-old daughter, two cats, and a dog.

Emily Chenoweth is the author of Hello Goodbye and the ghostwriter of several young adult New York Times Bestsellers. Under the name Emily Raymond, she has co-authored eight books with James Patterson, including First Love, Expelled, and Witch & Wizard: The Lost. She lives in Portland, Oregon, with her partner, the writer Jon Raymond, and their two daughters.

Robb Mommaerts is an illustrator living and working in the frigid state of Wisconsin. He hasn't changed much from his childhood years in the fact that he still mostly loves drawing monsters, dinosaurs, and robots. From his basement dungeon, he works primarily in the world of game art, children's books, character design, and comics.

When not attempting to put the strange daydreams from his head to paper, he and his wife are trying to keep up with two kids and a dog.

Read an Excerpt

Chapter 0

Hiss! No matter how many times I checked my communicator messages, the Galacta-vite had yet to appear—and the evil warlords convention was mere moonrises away!
Perhaps the invitation had been delayed by meteor showers in the Blargian Quadrant. I set an alert to notify me the instant it came in, and then closed my eyes to take a Calming Nap.
How I looked forward to these gatherings of A.W.E.S.O.M.E.—the Allied Warlords of Evil, Sabotage, Oppression, and More Evil. In attendance would be the most diabolical tyrants, despots, and dictators in the entire universe.
It is so fulfilling to be among one’s peers.
“Klawde! Hey, Klawde! Are you down in the basement?”
It was the boy-ogre, home from school. He descended into the bunker in a more positive mood than usual.
“I did so good at the shootaround today,” he said. “I sank more baskets than most of the seventh-graders! I’m so glad it’s finally basketball season.”
Though I explicitly told him not to, the Human then described this “basketball” to me. It was a comically absurd activity in which ogres patted an inflated rubber globe with their flat, oversize paws so it would bounce repeatedly upon the ground. At random moments, they would hurl it into the air, aiming for a hoop suspended above their heads.
The game seemed little more advanced than the one played by the cave cats of yore, who batted around the skulls of their enemies—and so much less amusing.
“Ogre, your chatter is exceptionally mind-numbing today,” I said. “Do you have nothing interesting to speak of?” I did need to take my mind off the missing AWESOME invitation.
“Well, I’m doing a school report about a tyrannical general turned dictator.”
“Raj,” I said. “I am touched.”
“It’s not about you,” the boy-ogre said. “It’s about Napoleon.”
Apparently this particular ogre-warlord had led armies that vanquished one part of a small landmass called “Europe” over two hundred years ago. How was that impressive? He couldn’t bring even half of Earth to its knees?
“But he conquered a bunch of different countries,” the boy-Human said.
“I do not understand why you ogres even divide yourselves up at all. Don’t you realize that you are all utterly the same? I can hardly tell one of you from the other,” I said. “Now, cats, on the other hand—each one of us is an entirely unique and memorable individual.”
The ogre rolled his eyes. “Anyway, I’ve got a problem. My partner on the project is Newt. You know how mean she is to me.”
“Ah, yes, the one who ran over your stuffed bear with that wheeled board she rides? And who constantly humiliates you with her superior cunning?” I said.
“Uh, yeah,” the ogre said. “Her.”
“Excellent! Now you have the chance to beat her at her own game. Expose her as an unworthy fraud. As an imbecile!”
“But that would only hurt me. Because we’re partners, we get graded together.”
“That makes no sense.”
“I don’t think you understand the point of teamwork, Klawde,” he said.
About this, the boy-ogre was perhaps correct. Why work with someone else when you could work against them? It was yet another example of ogre stupidity.

Chapter 1

At breakfast, my parents asked me about my school project, but that was the last thing I wanted to talk about.
“Basketball tryouts are today,” I said. “I’m really hoping to make the varsity team.”
“But you’re only in sixth grade, dear,” Mom said.
“I know, but I was as good as the seventh graders back in Brooklyn.”
“Well, good luck,” she said. “Although I do wish you were doing a more interesting sport. Like fencing. Or chess!”
“Chess isn’t a sport, Mom.”
“You’re going to do great, Raj,” Dad said. He nudged me with an elbow. “And maybe you’ll give baseball a try in the spring!”
“That’s barely a sport, either,” I mumbled.
As I got up to clear my place, Klawde jumped onto the table and took a bite of scrambled eggs off Dad’s plate.
“Krish, don’t let the cat do that,” Mom said.
Like “let” had anything to do with it. Klawde stared Dad down and then—with lightning quickness—slashed him across the back of his hand.
Dad shook his finger and said, “Naughty kitty!”
With similar lightning quickness, Mom scooped Klawde off the table.
“Pets do not eat on tables in this house.”
Klawde let out a major hiss, but I knew he wouldn’t risk scratching her. He might be evil, but he wasn’t stupid.


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