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Marvel Avengers Children’s Book

Marvel Avengers Black Ops Field Guide

Marvel Avengers Black Ops Field Guide

Avengers Book

Marvel Avengers Black Ops Field Guide

The Avengers have assembled and they’re looking for the next great agent to join S.H.I.E.L.D. Do you know anyone brave enough to fight alongside Earth’s Mightiest Heroes?

Join Nick Fury, Iron Man, Captain America, and more, as one of the greatest Super Heroes in the world! You’ll go on a top-secret black ops mission and use your exclusive S.H.I.E.L.D identification card to unlock secret messages from the Avengers.

Captain America

Captain America page from Avengers Book

Personalize this highly-interactive Avengers adventure for your little super hero to show them how mighty they really are. Marvel’s The Avengers: Black Ops Field Guide is personalized with your child’s name, photo, and special message from you on the dedication page. It also comes with a personalized S.H.I.E.L.D identification card for your child.

Welcome to S.H.I.E.L.D, and good luck on your very first secret mission as an official agent!

Marvel Avengers Black Ops Field Guide

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Star Wars Children’s Book

 

Star Wars Book

Star Wars Children’s Book

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GIVE A GREAT GIFT!

In a galaxy far, far away, everyone must decide where their true allegiance lies. Are you Jedi or Sith? All the most powerful heroes and villains in the Star Wars universe are here to reveal the Force inside you!

First Yoda, Anakin Skywalker, Mace Windu, Luke Skywalker and Princess Leia ask questions to guide you and help you become a Jedi Master. Remember, as a Jedi, you will feel the Force flowing through you. Then the dark side of the Force will try to sway you – flip the book over and meet General Grievous, Darth Vader, Count Dooku, Darth Maul and Darth Sidious. Each side reveals your rank among the Jedi and Sith with a personalized certificate and poster with your picture!

Personalize The Force Inside for your Star Wars fan with a name, picture and message of guidance. And may the Force be with you always!

© & TM Lucasfilm Ltd.

– See more at: http://www.putmeinthestory.com/personalized-books/star-wars-the-force-inside.html#sthash.0zXgJ7eL.dpuf

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Star Wars Rebels Children’s Book

Star Wars Rebels

Star Wars Rebels

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Welcome to the Star Wars galaxy! The Force is strong on the planet Lothal and Darth Vader is preparing to do battle with the Ghost ship’s team. Rebel Commander Sato has intercepted Darth Vader’s message to you and included an urgent letter asking for your help. A young Padawan like you could lead the crew to a rebel victory.
Not so fast! Darth Vader instructs you to use his classified plans to devise a battle strategy to destroy the assembled rebel team led by Kanan Jarrus.  You, too, could become a strong ally to the Empire. Grab your lightsaber or blaster and get ready to read profiles on Ezra, Kanan, Sabine, Hera, Chopper, Zeb, and Ahsoka.

Will you unite with the Ghost crew or defend the Empire with your exclusive knowledge? It is time to secure your place in the galaxy. Only you can choose your destiny.

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Some Simpsons Product Writing

moe

“This card is good for
for one free beer at Moe’s.”

“Offer good
over my dead body.”

 

 

 

 

wiggumstop

“Does anybody in the crowd know
anything about hostage negotiating
or firearms or explosives or
whatever else might be going on
in there?”

 

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Notes On Fatherhood

Tree house

My son’s tree house is in reality a large play set with an extra few steps up to a higher platform, with safety rails and a tarped roof. It is huge and awesome and cost the price of a crappy used car. And because of our down-sloping back yard, I had to build a level retaining wall out of a couple dozen railroad ties, a few tons of gravel, a month of spine bending weekends, and the cost of a crappier used car.

We positioned the play set within a tuft of trees, and the desired ‘tree house’ effect was achieved. And it has the added awesomeness of a 14-foot slide off the downhill slope, right off the retaining wall, that sends my son and his friends rocketing into the neighbor’s yard at a speed that gives me palpitations to witness.

Sitting up on the top level of the tree house is an idyllic experience that begs for make-believe play of every sort, from Army Sniper picking off enemy forces at will, to Dinosaur Hunters picking off massive monsters at will, to Swiss Family Robinson Tree Home Army Sniper picking off enemy forces at will. For, however innocently the fun begins, violence and death are where the fun inevitably arrives.

And so it was on one particular occasion. My son and I, sitting at the child-sized plastic table on the high level of the tree house, enjoying an afternoon as wilderness explorers, when he climbs down to the lawn and runs inside to pick up a few toy rifles so the games can begin in earnest.

A minute passes. Two. Five. My neighbor, let’s call him ‘Bob’ because his name is in fact Bob, happens by, mowing his impeccable lawn – his lawn that makes our living room carpet look unkempt, which it totally is. He passes a few times. We give each other the cursory ‘I couldn’t hear you anyway’ wave over the scream of the mower. Then he shuts the mower off to fiddle with what must be a sprinkler head.

We begin a quiet conversation. Nice weather. Those sprinkler heads can be fussy. We sure could use a bit of rain. He is a grown man tending to his lawn. I am a grown man sitting on a small plastic chair in a tree house. By myself. Bob arrived on the scene only after my son had gone inside to fetch his requisite arsenal, now fifteen minutes ago, and as far as Bob knows, I have been enjoying a quiet afternoon up there all alone. I’ve got a nice warm coat on. I’ve got snacks. I’ve got a compass that points north if I turn it that way, and plastic binoculars that, when I look through them, I see only what I think might be peanut butter.

Bob wraps up his sprinkler fussings, stands to pull his mower again to life, and before he rips the cord, he says “have fun.” I close my eyes and nod. Yup. I built the damn wall. I paid for the damn fort. Why couldn’t I just enjoy some nice alone time out there by myself, with my snacks and nice warm coat, whiling away the afternoon within my own quiet imaginings?

Finally, I squeeze out from under the safety rail and step down the ladder. The slide is much faster but would rocket me straight into a body cast. I reach the ground and mosey inside, as if my dignity is very much intact. My son is watching TV, some toy guns on his lap.

“I thought you were coming back outside.”

“I got hungry”

“We had snacks out there.”

(No reply)

“How about a heads-up next time, okay, buddy?”

“Okay, Dad.”

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