Spy School Goes North Quotes

“Who here wants to make snickerdoodle cookies?” Catherine asked sleepily. “They’re scrum-diddly-umptious!”
― Stuart Gibbs, Spy School Goes North

“This chopper’s in better shape than you think!” Erica insisted, then patted the dashboard reassuringly. That section of the dashboard promptly broke off. “Whoops,” Erica said.”
― Stuart Gibbs, Spy School Goes North

“Contrary to what Erica had said earlier, Cyrus was having a tea party.”
― Stuart Gibbs, Spy School Goes North

“You hit me, Ripley!” he wheezed. “I’m blind, you Fort King idiot!” (He didn’t exactly say “Fort King,” but the word he chose was awfully close.)”
― Stuart Gibbs, Spy School Goes North

“The Sea Knight was designed to haul vehicles, if needed, with a drop-down ramp at the rear. Alexander flipped a switch and it lowered, allowing arctic air to gust into the helicopter. Even though we’d been outfitted with weapons, they were only for emergencies. Cyrus and Ivan had agreed that no one would bring them to our meeting, so we left them in the helicopter, which made me uneasy. I didn’t like carrying a weapon myself—but I also didn’t like the idea of all of us going to face the Russians unarmed. It felt like we were walking into a lion’s den. Alexander had agreed to stay behind with the helicopter, in case of trouble. He was chosen because he was the only one who knew how to fly the chopper—and because Cyrus felt that the farther Alexander was from the meeting, the less chance he had of screwing things up. “Here goes nothing,” Cyrus said, and then led us down the ramp. As I stepped out onto the ice floe, it occurred to me that I had never been so far from land in my life. Even though I had been on a mission aboard a cruise ship rather recently, we had never been more than a few miles off the coast. The ice I was standing on was a dozen times farther out. All the color in the world appeared to have vanished except for shades of blue (the sky and the sea) and white (the ice and the distant polar bear). There wasn’t a plant, or a rock, or even a bit of dirt to be seen. We were floating in the middle of nowhere. Still, it was as nice a day as we could have hoped for in the Arctic. The sun was shining and reflecting off the white floe so strongly that I felt its warmth despite standing atop a giant ice cube. It was deathly quiet, save for the faint slap of the water against the floes and the distant huffing of the polar bear. Despite the brisk wind, the sea was as calm and level as the Great Plains. The floe was so big and sturdy, it felt as though we were walking across solid ground.”
― Stuart Gibbs, Spy School Goes North

“throwing him a tea party.”
― Stuart Gibbs, Spy School Goes North

“Intrigued by the smell, one by one, the bears decided to heck with salmon; it was time for dessert.”
― Stuart Gibbs, Spy School Goes North

“If the bears attack, I’ll just propose a toast and then slip some poison into their drinks while they’re not looking.”
― Stuart Gibbs, Spy School Goes North

“Apparently, we have too many emotions,” Zoe replied grumpily. “Emotions?” Mike asked curiously. “No. What we have too much of here is walrus manure.”
― Stuart Gibbs, Spy School Goes North

“Down on the shore, a walrus let out what might have been the loudest expulsion of gas in recorded history. It sounded like a bomb going off.”
― Stuart Gibbs, Spy School Goes North

“That’s helpful,” I noted sarcastically. “If the bears attack, I’ll just propose a toast and then slip some poison into their drinks while they’re not looking.”
― Stuart Gibbs, Spy School Goes North

“I don’t think he’s cursing at all,” Zoe said. “He’s saying something else.” “Flocking?” I suggested, trying to make sense of it. “Farting?” Mike proposed. “Fort King!” Erica exclaimed. “He’s saying ‘Fort King’!”
― Stuart Gibbs, Spy School Goes North

“What’s going on?” Mike asked worriedly. “Is this an earthquake?” “There’s no earth to be quaking!” I yelled back.”
― Stuart Gibbs, Spy School Goes North

“It probably looked like I was trying to nibble on her.”
― Stuart Gibbs, Spy School Goes North

“(Erica’s first sentence had been “You’re under arrest for treason.”)”
― Stuart Gibbs, Spy School Goes North

“Is Ben freaking out?” “No!” I shouted back defensively. Mike and Zoe shared a knowing look. “He’s definitely freaking out,” Zoe said.”
― Stuart Gibbs, Spy School Goes North

“The agent came at me again, but I deftly performed a series of moves called the Sprightly Eye Poke, the Tornado Chest Strike, and the Abrupt Kick to the Soft Bits.”
― Stuart Gibbs, Spy School Goes North

“Given that they are located on two different continents, Alaska and Siberia are not very far apart. It is often noted that, at some points, the Bering Strait, which passes between the two countries, is only fifty miles wide—but the countries are even closer than that. In the middle of the strait are two islands, Big Diomede and Little Diomede, each of which is owned by a different country. The two of them are less than three miles apart; that’s closer than Brooklyn is to New Jersey. Anyone with a good kayak and decent physical strength could paddle from the USA to Russia in less than an hour.”
― Stuart Gibbs, Spy School Goes North

“I’m doing my best!” Erica yelled back. “You know how I feel about baby seals!”
― Stuart Gibbs, Spy School Goes North

“The outpost was officially named Fort Chirikov, but according to”
― Stuart Gibbs, Spy School Goes North

“Now, not only was Doomsday still moving forward, but we were trapped inside a Russian submarine at gunpoint. Ivan appeared equally dismayed. He gave his agent a wounded look and asked, “Dmitri, how can you do this to me?” “Because you are a rutabaga,” Dmitri replied angrily. It is highly likely that I misunderstood him, because my Russian wasn’t great at the best of times, and now I was on the edge of panic, so I was having trouble focusing. But it’s also possible that “rutabaga” was a very nasty Russian insult. “For years, you have driven us to plan this doomsday attack. We have suffered greatly to be by your side. We have left our families behind and lived a miserable existence in Siberia. And now, when the time of our triumph has finally arrived, you back out? Just because you are afraid to make a sacrifice? You are a flabby credenza, and we will no longer take orders from you.” He turned and shouted to the others in the submarine. “Prepare to fire the missile!”
― Stuart Gibbs, Spy School Goes North

“Our path to the Arctic National Wildlife Refuge took us directly over the Gates of the Arctic National Park, which is home to the largest intact forest remaining in the United States. The pristine landscape below us was filled with jagged mountains, serpentine rivers, and boreal forests stretching for as far as the eye could see. I heard it was staggeringly beautiful. But I slept through it.”
― Stuart Gibbs, Spy School Goes North

“Look out for the baby seals!” I yelled. “Don’t let the torpedo blow them up!” “I’m doing my best!” Erica yelled back. “You know how I feel about baby seals!” I did. Despite her generally tough and cold exterior, Erica loved baby seals. And sea otters. And kittens. Back at our original spy school, her dormitory walls had been covered with posters of them (as well as one incredibly precious baby sloth)”
― Stuart Gibbs, Spy School Goes North

“Alaska”
― Stuart Gibbs, Spy School Goes North

“They’re Kodiak bears,”
― Stuart Gibbs, Spy School Goes North

“Murray had once described nature as “the miserable place you have to pass through to get from one air-conditioned building to another.”
― Stuart Gibbs, Spy School Goes North

“destruction of the main campus of spy school, forcing us to decamp to Alaska. And that was all just in the last few weeks. Even more aggravating was the fact that Murray should have been in jail when he had done all this. Earlier that year, my friends and I had arrested him for multiple illegal acts, and then Cyrus had delivered him to the Falcon Ridge federal supermax penitentiary. However, unknown to us, Murray had quickly cut a deal with our own government, trading information about his previous associates in return for a place in the Federal Witness Protection Program. All of this had worked out like a charm for Murray, who got even with his enemies, avoided jail—and was allowed to move into a nice suburban community with a swimming pool. He had then promptly violated all the terms of his release by committing several crimes at once, almost all of which were against me. After an exceptionally harrowing adventure, my friends and I had recaptured Murray, and afterward, I had expected he would be sent back to jail, hopefully for the rest of his life. So it was a shock to hear that he had managed to weasel out of prison once again. “There were issues with sending him back,” Catherine explained. “He had a legally binding agreement”
― Stuart Gibbs, Spy School Goes North

“A sheet of ice as wide and flat as a Walmart parking lot sheared off the glacier and cannonballed into the water behind”
― Stuart Gibbs, Spy School Goes North

“Now that we have someone who can fly the helicopter, this might just work,” I said. “Then let’s get moving!” Mike declared. Alexander raced to the bunk where Catherine was lying and hoisted her onto his shoulder. “Whee!” she yelled. “Piggyback rides for everyone!” Mike helped me lift Erica to her feet. She hooked an arm over each of our shoulders and let us drag her to the door. Zoe and Svetlana joined us as we all hustled out of the bunkhouse and onto the tarmac. Two soldiers were sprawled unconscious by the front door. There was also an unconscious goose nearby.”
― Stuart Gibbs, Spy School Goes North

“Two soldiers were sprawled unconscious by the front door. There was also an unconscious goose nearby. “Why did you knock out the bird?” Svetlana asked Alexander. “Er… that wasn’t quite on purpose,” he confessed. “I had a little trouble aiming the sedation gun.”
― Stuart Gibbs, Spy School Goes North