Steve Björkman

Mike's telepathic dog Harry is able to send him secret signals about the opposing players on the baseball field, but Mike's weak pitching arm requires them to find another plan to save the game.

Relates in rhyme what children eat in countries around the world.

Describes, in text and illustrations, the many different modes of transportation children all over the world use to get to school.

Germs describe in rhyme how they attack the body to cause illness and how careful people make life difficult for germs.

In rhyming text, head lice or "cooties" explain how they like to invade schools and live in children's hair and reveal how they can be stopped.

Finding an intergalactic special agent in his cereal box, Richard joins the extraterrestrial in a fight to save Earth from the Dranes, one of whom is masquerading as a student in Richard's class.

Squirrel hates to miss a party—whether or not he's been invited.
 
So one cold day he decides to visit Cuddles the dog inside his house. He slides down the special squirrel entrance into a pile of cut-up tree branches (how thoughtful the humans are!), takes some of the food they've clearly made for him, and buries it in the pots of dirt they've left out. What a warm welcome!
 
But when Cuddles catches sight...

Richard Bickerstaff and his friend Henry are prisoners on Grax, a hostile planet. Aric, their tiny alien friend, has been taken from them—perhaps forever. And now they're eating lunch in a Graxian jail, face to face with a Turinga Death Machine! Can life get any more dangerous? Kids will love this very funny Stepping Stones HUMOR title!

When Twitch hears that the school children are taking a field trip to the science museum, he decides he wants to join in the fun--so he stows away on the school bus and hides in a backpack to get in. But as always, not everyone is glad to see a squirrel in their midst. Pursued by security guards, Twitch turns the exhibits into his own private carnival rides--swinging on a Foucault pendulum, riding a model Mars Rover, and skittering across the Bernoulli...