Billionaire Boy
A hilarious, touching and extraordinary new fable from David Walliams, number one bestseller and one of the fastest growing children’s author across the globe.Joe has a lot of reasons to be happy. About a billion of them, in fact. You see, Joe's rich. Really, really rich. Joe's got his own bowling alley, his own cinema, even his own butler who is also an orangutan. He's the wealthiest twelve-year-old in the land.But Joe isn't happy. Why not? Because he's got a billion pounds… and not a single friend. But then someone comes along, someone who likes Joe for Joe, not for his money. The problem is, Joe's about to learn that when money is involved, nothing is what it seems.The best things in life are free, they say – and if Joe's not careful, he's going to lose them all…
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David Walliams
Billionaire
Boy
Illustrated by Tony Ross
HarperCollins Children’s Books An imprint of HarperCollinsPublishers 1 London Bridge Street London SE1 9GF
Text © David Walliams 2010
Illustrations © Tony Ross 2010 Cover lettering of author’s name Copyright © Quentin Blake 2010
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Voor Lara,Ik hou meer van je, dan ik met woorden kan zeggen
Contents
Copyright
Chapter 1 - Meet Joe Spud
Chapter 2 - Bum Boy
Chapter 3 - Who’s the Fattiest?
Chapter 4 - “Loo Rolls?”
Chapter 5 - Out of Date Easter Eggs
Chapter 6 - The Grubbs
Chapter 7 - Gerbils on Toast
Chapter 8 - The Witch
Chapter 9 - “Finger?”
Chapter 10 - Dog Spit
Chapter 11 - Camping Holiday
Chapter 12 - Page 3 Stunna
Chapter 13 - New Girl
Chapter 14 - The Shape of a Kiss
Chapter 15 - Nip and Tuck
Chapter 16 - Peter Bread
Chapter 17 - A Knock on the Toilet Door
Chapter 18 - The Vortex 3000
Chapter 19 - A Baboon’s Bottom
Chapter 20 - A Beach Ball Rolled in Hair
Chapter 21 - A GCSE in Make-Up
Chapter 22 - A New Chapter
Chapter 23 - Canal Boat Weekly
Chapter 24 - The Rajmobile
Chapter 25 - Broken
Chapter 26 - A Blizzard of Banknotes
Postscript
Thank yous
Have you ever wondered what it would be like to have a million pounds?
Or a billion?
How about a trillion?
Or even a gazillion?
Meet Joe Spud.
Joe didn’t have to imagine what it would be like to have loads and loads and loads of money. He was only twelve, but he was ridiculously, preposterously rich.
Joe had everything he could ever want.
100-inch plasma widescreen flat-screen high-definition TV in every room in the house
500 pairs of Nike trainers
A grand-prix racetrack in the back garden
A robot dog from Japan
A golf buggy with the number plate ‘SPUD 2’ to drive around the grounds of his house
A waterslide which went from his bedroom into an indoor Olympic-sized swimming pool
Every computer game in the world
3-D IMAX cinema in the basement
A crocodile
24-hour personal masseuse
Underground 10-lane bowling alley
Snooker table
Popcorn dispenser
Skateboard park
Another crocodile
£100,000 a week pocket money
A rollercoaster in the back garden
A professional recording studio in the attic
Personalised football coaching from the England team
A real-life shark in a tank
In short, Joe was one horribly spoilt kid. He went to a ridiculously posh school. He flew on private planes whenever he went on holiday. Once, he even had Disneyworld closed for the day, just so he wouldn’t have to queue for any rides.
Here’s Joe. Speeding around his own private racetrack in his own Formula One racing car.
Some very rich children have miniature versions of cars specially built for them. Joe wasn’t one of those children. Joe needed his Formula One car made a bit bigger. He was quite fat, you see. Well, you would be, wouldn’t you? If you could buy all the chocolate in the world.
You will have noticed that Joe is on his own in that picture. To tell the truth, speeding around a racetrack isn’t that much fun when you are on your own, even if you do have a squillion pounds. You really need someone to race against. The problem was Joe didn’t have any friends. Not one.
Friends
Now, driving a Formula One car and unwrapping a king-size Mars Bar are two things you shouldn’t try and do at the same time. But it had been a few moments since Joe had last eaten and he was hungry. As he entered the chicane, he tore open the wrapper with his teeth and took a bite of the delicious chocolate-coated nougat and caramel. Unfortunately, Joe only had one hand on the steering wheel, and as the wheels of the car hit the verge, he lost control.
The multi-million-pound Formula One car careered off the track, span around, and hit a tree.
The tree was unharmed. But the car was a write-off. Joe squeezed himself out of the cockpit. Luckily Joe wasn’t hurt, but he was a little dazed, and he tottered back to the house.
“Dad, I crashed the car,” said Joe as he entered the palatial living room.
