Publisher's Synopsis
The Cabbage Patch CurseHelp,' shouted Chris. 'Please. Somebody help.' The silent green head had power over him. The cabbage patch curse was too strong. 'Zip.' Down came his fly. 'Don't look. Don't look,' shouted Chris. 'Don't look. Don't look,' shouted Ms Henderson. But it was too late. Chris let fly. Splash, splash, sploosh. It could only happen in a Paul Jennings story, and it does...The Cabbage Patch FibGet the doctor,' said Dad. 'The poor thing is green.' 'Give it to me,' said Mum and took the baby away from Chris. At once it screwed up its nose, closed its eyes and stopped breathing. It started turning purple again. A father at eight years old? It could only be a Paul Jennings story.The Cabbage Patch PongWhen the neighbours are forced to sell the farm, Chris is desperate to own the cows he has been milking. But Chris's Dad cannot cope with the idea! Then, one moonlit night, Chris sneaks out and follows the cow Petal on a wild rampage to - a mob of motherless cabbage patch babies. Will Chris get to keep his cows? Will he be able to look after this new crop of cabbage patch babies? Will their mothers ever come back?The Cabbage Patch WarYou can't have a party without music,' said Dad. 'You can't have a fire without smoke,' said Whacka. It went from bad to worse after that. A barbecue from hell. Spuds on the roof. A visit from the police. It was war, a fight to the finish between Dad and Whacka. And Chris was right in the middle of it. All because Dad vomited in the cabbage patch. It could only be a Paul Jennings story.
