The Last Ma-Loo
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THE LAST MA-LOO is the third book in The Warrensberg Trilogy, which includes Waiting for the Voo (Book 1) and Escape from Dorkville (Book 2). In The Last Ma-Loo, intergalactic plumber Cardamon Webb returns to Warrensberg, Minnesota, to ask 15-year-old Wilkin Delgado and 16-year-old Alice Jane Zelinski to help him find the missing (and invisible) Ma-Loos somewhere on the Underside of the universe. To complicate matters, the universe is crumpling and Realities are crashing into each other, which means that everybody and everything will soon be turned to dust. In their quest, they're joined by Lo...
THE LAST MA-LOO is the third book in The Warrensberg Trilogy, which includes Waiting for the Voo (Book 1) and Escape from Dorkville (Book 2). In The Last Ma-Loo, intergalactic plumber Cardamon Webb returns to Warrensberg, Minnesota, to ask 15-year-old Wilkin Delgado and 16-year-old Alice Jane Zelinski to help him find the missing (and invisible) Ma-Loos somewhere on the Underside of the universe. To complicate matters, the universe is crumpling and Realities are crashing into each other, which means that everybody and everything will soon be turned to dust. In their quest, they're joined by Lorretta the puffin, a pair of newlyweds from Zorazeen, Alice Jane's new boyfriend and a toga-wearing electrician named Floranacious. The Last Ma-Loo is narrated in alternating chapters by Wilkin (who wears Power Rangers boxers) and Alice Jane (a gray-haired bacon-smelling doughnut-loving outcast from Missouri with serious anger issues). Wilkin explains, "I peeked out the living room window at the two strange creatures that were huddled around our mailbox. They looked like hairy, unwashed manatees wearing matching purple polo shirts, fedora hats and Hello Kitty backpacks. They also did a lot of picture taking and high-pitched chattering in some unknown language." Alice Jane says, "I always thought Leo and I had something special, but in two years he hasn't felt the need to drive to Minnesota to visit me, and the closest he's come to asking me on a date is saying, 'Alice Jane, you need a vacation.' Like it would hurt him to get his lazy ass up here to Dorkville and shower me with a little attention." Can they find the Ma-Loos and save the universe? Probably not.
