# The Blockbuster Baddiel Collection: The Parent Agency; The Person Controller; AniMalcolm

David Baddiel

Three hilarious novels of heart, humour and wishes gone wrong, from the new star of children’s books - by award-winning and bestselling author, David Baddiel.Illustrated by Jim Field - winner of the Roald Dahl Funny Prize.THE PARENT AGENCY: Barry said, a third time, “I wish I had better parents!” And then suddenly the entire room started to shake…Barry Bennett hates being called Barry. In fact it’s number 2 on the list of things he blames his parents for, along with 1) ‘being boring’ and 3) ‘always being tired’.But there is a world, not far from this one, where parents don’t have children. That’s far too random for something so big and important. In this world, children are allowed to choose their parents.For Barry Bennett, this world seems like a dream come true. Only things turn out to be not quite that simple…THE PERSON CONTROLLER: Fred and Ellie are twins. But not identical (because that's impossible for a boy and a girl). They do like all the same things, though. Especially video games. Which they are very good at. They aren't that good, however, at much else – like, for example, football, or dealing with the school bullies.Then, they meet the Mystery Man, who sends them a video game controller, which doesn't look like any other controller they've ever seen. And it doesn't control any of their usual games. When the twins find out what it does control, though, it seems like the answer to all their problems. And the key to all their wildest dreams. At least it seems like that…ANIMALCOLM: Malcolm doesn’t like animals. Which is a problem because his family love them. Their house is full of pets. What the house is NOT full of is stuff Malcolm likes. Such as the laptop he wanted for his birthday.The only bright spot on the horizon is the Year 6 school trip, until Malcolm realizes it’s heading to…oh no. The farm.Over the next days, Malcolm changes. He learns a lot about animals. More, in many ways, than he would like. He learns what it’s really like to be an animal…It does make him think differently. And speak differently. And eat differently. But will he end up the same as he was before? Because sometimes the hardest thing to become is… yourself.

THE BLOCKBUSTER BADDIEL COLLECTION

The Parent Agency

The Person Controller

AniMalcolm

David Baddiel


## Copyright

This e-book collection first published in Great Britain by HarperCollins Children’s Books in 2017

HarperCollins Children’s Books is a division of HarperColllins Publishers Ltd, 1 London Bridge Street London SE1 9GF

The HarperCollins Children’s Books website address is www.harpercollins.co.uk

Text copyright © David Baddiel 2014, 2015, 2016

Illustrations copyright © Jim Field 2014, 2015, 2016

David Baddiel and Jim Field assert the moral right to be identified as the author and illustrator of this work

Cover design © HarperCollins Publishers Ltd

Cover illustration copyright © Jim Field

The Parent Agency: 9780007554515

The Person Controller: 9780007554553

AniMalcolm: 9780008191016

Ebook edition © 2017 ISBN 9780008252557

Version: 2017-05-23

Contents

Cover

Title Page

Copyright

The Parent Agency

The Person Controller

AniMalcolm

About the Publisher


To Ezra and Dolly, with particular thanks to Ez for giving me the idea in the first place…

Contents

Cover

Title Page

Dedication

Part One: The World is not Enough

Sunday

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Part Two: This World Seems to Be Enough

Monday

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Tuesday

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Wednesday

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Thursday

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Friday

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Friday Night

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Part Three: No, Wait a Minute: The World – The First One – Y’Know, This One – Might Be Kind of Enough After All

Saturday

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Really Late, Saturday Night: Way Past Barry’s Normal Bedtime

Acknowledgments

SUNDAY

## CHAPTER ONE

Barry Bennett was always very upset at being called Barry. It was a stupid name for a modern nine (nearly ten) year old boy. All his friends were called things like Jake and Lukas and Taj.

In fact, they weren’t called things like that, they were called exactly that. Jake was his best friend, Lukas was his second best and Taj was his third. Although sometimes that order was reversed and Taj was first. But, either way, none of them were called anything like Barry. Barry didn’t even know anyone called anything like Barry. He didn’t know, for example, anyone called Brian. Or Colin. Or Derek. Or any other name that no boy had been called since 1953.

Being called Barry was just one – although it was pretty near the top of the list – of the many things Barry blamed his parents (Susan and Geoff: go figure…) for.

Here, in fact, is that list, which Barry kept hidden under the pillow on his bed (a bed that didn’t, by the way, have the fantastic Lionel Messi duvet on it that Lukas had):

THINGS I BLAME MY PARENTS FOR

> 1 Being boring.

> 2 Calling me Barry. (You see – told you it was near the top of the list.)

> 3 Being tired all the time.

> 4 Not letting me play video games.

> 5 Not buying me any video games. Or a Lionel Messi duvet.

> 6 Being REALLY, REALLY, REALLY strict. Examples: making me go to bed at 8.30 when all my friends stay up MUCH later; not letting me eat any sour Haribos in case they give me a tummy ache; and saying, “That’s a swear,” when all I’ve done is say BUM, which isn’t even a proper swear.

> 7 Being always much nicer to my twin sisters TSE than to me, just because they’re a pair of goody two-shoes.

> 8 Not being glamorous or famous or all the things that the grown-ups in Mum’s magazines are. (Barry realised after he’d written this that it was a bit similar to Number 1, but he’d already started the list when he got to this point, and had written in pen, not pencil, so didn’t want to cross it out and start again.)

> 9 Being poor. (Barry felt a bit bad about writing this one as he did sort of know it wasn’t his parents’ fault. His dad worked in IKEA, checking the flat-packed stuff into the warehouses or something, and his mum was a primary school assistant. So he knew that meant they didn’t earn very much. But he did think that if only they had more money then a fair amount of issues 1 to 8 – although not being called Barry – would probably not apply.)

> 10 NOT EVER MAKING MY BIRTHDAY REALLY GOOD.

This was the biggest thing. All his friends had had their tenth birthdays recently, and all of them had been fantastic. Jake had had a go-kart party. Lukas had had a bowling party. And Taj had had a limo! They’d all gone in it to the cinema to see the latest James Bond film!

Barry loved James Bond. It was partly why he hated being called Barry, as he knew that James Bond would never have been called that. I mean, he knew James Bond’s name was James, but even if it hadn’t been it would probably have been John or David or Michael. Or – as Jake often pointed out – Jake. Barry said this wasn’t true, although in his heart he knew it kind of was, what with Jake being, in name terms, really quite like James.

Sometimes, Jake would even raise one eyebrow – which Barry, try as he might, just couldn’t do: both of them always went up at once – and say, “The name’s Bond. Jake Bond.”

Barry agreed, without saying so, that it sounded kind of OK. Certainly better than, “The name’s Bond. Barry Bond.”

Jake (and his eyebrow) were at Barry’s house on that Sunday, six days before his birthday, when Barry got really cross with his mum and dad.

All three of Barry’s best friends were on the doorstep, listening to Geoff Bennett say, “No, sorry,” which, Barry thought and not for the first time, was something his dad said a lot.

Jake was holding a Nike Premier League football, Lukas had on a pair of black Converse trainers and Taj was wearing a brand-new, this-season Chelsea top. Which made Barry feel, in his discount-store jeans and discount-store top and discount-store shoes, a bit rubbish. Although not rubbish enough to stop him wanting to go out and play with them.

“Dad,” said Barry, “it’ll only be for half an hour!”

“No, sorry,” said his dad again. “You know we don’t let you go in the park without a grown-up…”

Barry looked back at his father’s frowning face. He looked very tired, although Barry couldn’t work out how tired, as Geoff Bennett always looked tired these days. There were bits of grey in his hair. In fact, it would be more accurate to say there were bits of black in his hair, because most of it was now grey. He was wearing his navy IKEA shirt, which he didn’t have to at weekends. Barry wished he wouldn’t, especially in front of his friends. Every time he’d seen them, Jake’s dad had been wearing a smart suit, Taj’s a leather jacket and Lukas’s dad – who, some of the time, played in a band! – skinny jeans and sunglasses (even, Barry noticed, when it wasn’t sunny).


“But…” said Barry, indicating with his hand the three boys on the doorstep, “all my friends are allowed to!”

“Well, that’s up to their mums and dads, I’m afraid.”

Barry turned and looked at his friends. At which point, Jake raised one eyebrow. Which gave his face an expression that seemed to say, very clearly, “Oh dear, Barry – such a shame that you’re lumbered with these silly, strict (and tired, bad-clothes-wearing) parents…”

He didn’t say this, though. He just said: “Sorry, Barry,” and turned round, bouncing the football as he went.

“Yeah, sorry, Barry,” said Taj, joining Jake.

“Me too. Sorry…” said Lukas, who for some reason waited until he’d got to the end of the Bennetts’ front path before turning round again to say, “Barry.”

And even though Barry knew that it was good to feel sorry for some people, like starving children on the sad bits of the news, he found that he really, really didn’t like it that his friends were feeling sorry for him.