Five newly blended siblings on a wild road trip to Yellowstone—welcome to the familymoon (aka a honeymoon with the whole crew)! What starts as a disaster becomes...an even bigger disaster. But along the way in this laugh-out-loud adventure, something unexpected happens: this chaotic bunch becomes a family.

Five new step-siblings
Two frazzled grown-ups
One borrowed RV (that''s seen better days)
One escaped pet snake
Three weeks in Yellowstone National Park
What could possibly go wrong?

Ride along with Cricket, Flossie, Parker, Newt, and Darwin as they navigate unexpected animal encounters, inexplicably terrible food, ridiculously tight spaces, alarming practical jokes and—most of all—figuring out how to be a family, in this humorous and heartwarming story.

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Suzanne Nelson is a former children's book editor and the author of the popular Foodie books, including Cake Pop Crush and You're Bacon Me Crazy. She is also the author of Serendipity's Footsteps, a Sydney Taylor Honor Book, and A Tale Magnolious, which SLJ called “full of adventure, heart, and a dash of magic.” She lives in Ridgefield, Connecticut, with her husband and three children.

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Five newly blended siblings on a wild road trip to Yellowstone—welcome to the familymoon (aka a honeymoon with the whole crew)! What starts as a disaster becomes...an even bigger disaster. But along the way in this laugh-out-loud adventure, something unexpected happens: this chaotic bunch becomes a family.

Five new step-siblings
Two frazzled grown-ups
One borrowed RV (that's seen better days)
One escaped pet snake
Three weeks in Yellowstone National Park
What could possibly go wrong?

Ride along with Cricket, Flossie, Parker, Newt, and Darwin as they navigate unexpected animal encounters, inexplicably terrible food, ridiculously tight spaces, alarming practical jokes and—most of all—figuring out how to be a family, in this humorous and heartwarming story.

Leseprobe
Chapter One

The morning after the wedding, just as the sun's first rays crowned the mustard-colored hills of the Mil Robles Valley, the five Merrivale and Buckfort children were awakened by blaring trombones.

Twelve-year-old Charlotte "Cricket" Merrivale had, as usual, fallen asleep writing the night before. Now she sat up to discover that her lucky feather pen had juddered mid-sentence, dragging a U-shaped line across the bottom of her notebook. She quickly turned the line into the mouth of a smiley face (because her mother was always saying that positive energy was essential to creativity). Then she glanced around the room at the unfamiliar wallpaper and furnishings, trying to get her bearings amid the noise. Were the blaring trombones some sort of torturous alarm clock? She didn't know, but anything was possible in this new world Cricket had awoken into.

Her mother had married Arthur Buckfort yesterday, and Cricket and her brother and sister, along with their two stepbrothers, had spent the night at Arthur's sister's house. "Aunt Tildy," Cricket was supposed to call her now.

It was strange that Cricket had an aunt she hadn't had just the day before. It was even stranger that her own mother had suddenly become Mrs. Buckfort instead of Mrs. Merrivale, as if she were no longer a Merrivale at all. So much had changed in the last twenty-four hours, including her mother's last name.

Now the Merrivales and Buckforts were officially a family of seven.

It didn't seem real. Not yet.

Sitting on the bed across from hers, Cricket's sister, Flossie, was already dressed and shoving her tangled honey-colored hair under her favorite brown fedora. Flossie wore it anytime she saw adventure on the horizon, and Flossie always saw adventure on the horizon. The fedora had a real rattlesnake's skull perched on its brim, its open mouth revealing daunting fangs. She'd superglued it to the brim after a hard-won battle with their mother, who'd only agreed to the alarming adornment after she'd had the skull thoroughly examined by a local taxidermist to ensure it had been rendered venomless. (Although Flossie still loved to taunt unsuspecting gawkers by declaring that the skull could and would bite.)

Flossie had discovered the skull on one of her excavations in the hills behind Mil Robles Elementary School. According to her, those hills were chock-full of treasures. So far, she'd found a red-tailed hawk feather, a desert tortoise shell, five geodes, and-once-a coyote tooth. The snake skull was her best find yet, despite the fact that Principal Juárez had banished her from the hills afterward with stern warnings about tetanus and rabies. But banishment, as the Merrivales knew but Principal Juárez did not, never worked with Flossie.

"Get up, slug!" Flossie ordered now, yanking back Cricket's covers. "Before we miss whatever's happening."

Cricket scowled. How lovely it would be to stay in bed, daydreaming and writing under the covers. Why did Flossie's nose for adventure so often result in her own loss of sleep? Though tempted to ignore her sister, Cricket didn't want to be left out of the excitement, either. So she quickly dressed and slid her slender notebook into her back pocket. Maybe whatever was about to happen might provide some decent story ideas, at least.

Meanwhile, across the hall from the sisters' room, three more children had also heard the trombones' call.

Six-year-old Newt, the younger and more daring of the two Buckfort boys, was the first to respond. He leaped from the top bunk, despite having broken his foot in a poor dismount from said bed only the year before. He poked his head into the lower bunk, his mussed black curls springing around his face.

"Wake up!" He shook his brother, Darwin (or the blanket-covered lump he assumed was Darwin). "Dad's back."

The lump responded with a delighted bark. On further inspection, Newt discovered the lump was not Darwin. It was their hundred-pound gray-and-white sheepdog, who had a long-held belief that sharing beds with his humans was his inalienable right.

"Archimedes!" Newt scolded.

Archimedes gave him a drooly lick, then sprang off the bed in a flurry of fur and scrambling paws. He dashed for the door with Newt, pausing only to shove his cold, wet nose into Parker's ear along the way.

Not yet used to Archimedes's wake-up tactics, seven-year-old Parker Merrivale yelped in surprise.

"You're one slimy alarm clock." Parker giggled as he wiped his ear. Parker was the quietest of the children, which was fine by him. The less he said, the less chance he had of anyone not liking what he had to say. Being a man of mystery saved him from having to answer questions that made his hands sweat, like whether or not he'd eaten all his lima beans (not) or how he felt about Aunt Tildy's yodeling (thankful he'd only heard it once).

He'd never had a dog before, although he'd been asking for years. In the last twenty-four hours, he'd acquired a dog and two stepbrothers. While the jury was still out on Darwin and Newt, Archimedes was definitely a keeper.

Parker tumbled from bed and trailed after the dog, slipping on his fighter pilot helmet as he went. People asked him even fewer sweaty-hands questions when his helmet was on. Plus, he never knew when an intergalactic battle would be waged, and he wanted to be ready when it was.

He, Newt, and Archimedes burst from the bedroom into the hallway at the same moment Cricket and Flossie emerged from theirs. In the tumult of barking, elbowing, and chattering that ensued, no one noticed Darwin standing at the top of the stairs. That is, until Archimedes pounced on him, giving his glasses a good-morning slobber, then bounded by him, down the stairs, past a yawning Aunt Tildy, and out the op…