Back cover copy:
It's not easy having a hungry invisible bandapat living in your laundry basket. It's not easy being the worst swimmer in the fourth grade, either.
And it's really not easy to make pumpkin ice cream taste better than baby food.
Hank Wolowitz is spending all his money on squash for his invisible pal, Inkling, while trying to survive swim class. Meanwhile, back in the family ice-cream shop, Dad sweats unsuccessfully to make a fall flavor that will bring in customers.
Disaster strikes when a truck selling ice-cream whoopie pies parks down the street and starts doing a booming business. Dad goes insane. Mom gets angry. But Hank and Inkling get fired up. Soon they are ready to try anything—a unicorn costume, killing with kindness, a legion of supervillains, anything!—to get Hank's life under control and prevent a full-scale whoopie pie war.
The adventures of Brooklyn boy Hank Wolowitz and his invisible—but not imaginary—friend continue with The Whoopie Pie War, the third book in the Invisible Inkling series by Emily Jenkins.
A truck selling ice-cream whoopie pies sets up right in front of the ice-cream shop belonging to Hank’s family, and it’s taking away all the shop’s business. His dad is going crazy. His mom is furious.
Hank and Inkling, his invisible bandapat, aren’t going to take it. The Whoopie Pie War is on! They’ll do whatever it takes to beat the whoopie pie truck—unicorn costumes, extreme kindness, an army of supervillains.
The illustrated chapter book’s mix of silliness, fantasy, strong sense of place, and a realistic family make it a great pick for middle-grade readers.
“The chapters are short and snappy, Bliss’s illustrations add energy and help extend the text, and our hero Hank is fun to cheer for. Ice cream + pumpkins + invisible friends = a lot of fun for chapter book readers.”
“This third title in the series about Hank Wolowitz and his small and invisible (but not imaginary) sidekick blends slapstick with wordplay, and readers will enjoy the realistic dialogue as much as the body language in Bliss’ wry spot black-and-white drawings.”