Boys Only Book Club: Grade 2-4
A practical joke can turn on the joker.
Johnny Maverick has come up with an idea to win a fundraising contest for the Howling Timberwolves hockey team. It seems fun, until a girl visits Howling—and starts to win challenges against Johnny. The entire town finds it funny; even worse, his friends Tom and Stu like what’s happening.
Lots of hockey action and hijinks.
Johnny Maverick and his friends play for the Timberwolves peewee hockey team in the small town of Howling. Tom Morgan has just moved from Toronto and is a talented player. Tom is also very competitive and seems determined to pick on Stu Duncan, who is slightly overweight.
Johnny suggests a race between Tom and Stu. Tom eagerly accepts; Stu is reluctant but Johnny convinces him to trust his best friend’s advice. On race day Tom is surprised by both the race and its outcome and learns that teamwork pays off.
The Howling Timberwolves series of Orca Echoes early chapter books offer lots of sports action and humour that will appeal to young boys.
Eldridge Elwell skated into the Grizzlie’s zone.
He got up. He chased the Grizzlies’ center.
He fell. He got up.
“The new player doesn’t look that good,” Johnny said. He wasn’t being mean. He was just stating it like a fact.
“Yes,” Tom said, “he needs some different equipment.”
“What equipment?” Johnny asked.
“He needs a pillow on his butt,” Tom said.
He may shoot, but he never scores.
When the Timberwolves get a new coach, they also get the coach’s son. The only problem is that Eldridge Elwell is a terrible hockey player. The team is on the hunt to make the playoffs, and every time Eldridge plays a shift, it hurts the team more. Johnny Maverick is just as angry about it as anyone on the team, until he learns something important about the coach’s son.
Johnny finds himself with a prankster in the house.
The Howling Timberwolves need to win the best two out of three hockey games to make it to the championship finals. But first Johnny Maverick has to survive a visit from his six-year-old cousin, Sarah. And not even Johnny’s dog Marvin is safe. Worse, Johnny’s got a big lesson to learn on the ice, too. As always, Johnny and Stu and Tom think they have the answers. But, as usual, they are wrong.
The Howling Timberwolves are at it again.
There’s plenty of action both on and off the ice. At a big tournament in Calgary, teammate Tom Morgan plays a practical joke on Johnny Maverick, so naturally Johnny feels he has to pay him back. The rivalry escalates.
After he scores a hat trick, Johnny is given a hockey stick signed by all the members of the Calgary Flames. He worries that Tom will do something to this prized trophy and decides he will not let it out of his sight. But in the end Tom outsmarts him one more time and Johnny learns that revenge is never a good idea.
Which boy will win the grand prize?
Johnny Maverick and his friends Tom and Stu want to win the prizes donated for their hockey team’s Valentine’s Day dance fundraiser. Whoever wins the dance contest takes home all the prizes, one of which is a graphite hockey stick. When the boys learn that Connie, the new girl in Howling, is a great dancer, they each want her as their dance partner. But they don’t think about asking her to go with them until it’s too late. And as usual, things don’t turn out as planned for Johnny and his friends.
It’s father vs. sons; who will out-trick who?
It’s the most talked about trophy in Howling—The Wassabbee! And it goes to the winner of the annual fathers versus sons hockey game. This year the fathers are in trouble, so they’ve changed the rules. The game won’t be played indoors. It’s going to be held outside, at a weekend campout. In the middle of the winter! Johnny Maverick and his friends know the fathers are going to play a few tricks on them, so they decide to use all their genius to play the tricks first.
Who knew hockey gear could smell so bad?
Johnny Maverick and Tom Morgan are in a race for the league’s goal-scoring trophy, but one or two other things are getting in the way. Like a joke on the coach. And, worse, the smelly socks of death…