Madgrandadandthewickedpictures

ad d n a r G Mad

AND THE

Wicked Pictures

Can YOU spot the Nasty Splash hidden in the story?

For Oscar, a young artist who draws his own wicked pictures.

Oisín McGann was born in 1973 and he still hasn’t grown up. Nobody knows writing

why. and

He

began

illustrating

stories not long after he started school. That’s fine for a kid, but ten years later he left school and went to college to learn drawing and painting … and he was still writing silly children’s stories. Oisín kept on making up kids’ stories while he tried working in a bunch of different grown-up jobs. In the end, adult work was too serious for him. So now he makes children’s books for a living.

His mother hopes he will grow up and get a proper job some time soon.

Oisín has made up more stuff about Lenny and his grandad in other Mad Grandad Adventures.

d a d n a r Mad G

AND THE

Wicked Pictures

This edition first published 2017.

First published 2007 by The O’Brien Press Ltd, 12 Terenure Road East, Rathgar, Dublin 6, D06 HD27, Ireland.

Tel: +353 1 4923333; Fax: +353 1 4922777 E-mail: books@obrien.ie Website: www.obrien.ie The O’Brien Press is a member of Publishing Ireland.

ISBN: 978-1-84717-961-6 Copyright for text and illustrations © Oisín McGann Copyright for editing, typesetting, layout, design © The O’Brien Press Ltd All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced or utilised in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording or in any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the publisher.

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CHAPTER 1

Patterns in the Paint 7 CHAPTER 2

Named and Framed 14 CHAPTER 3

The Missing Picture 21 CHAPTER 4

Driven up the Walls 31 CHAPTER 5

Terror in the Cellar 44 CHAPTER 6

Paper, Paint and Panic 52

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CHAPTER 1

Patterns in the Paint It was the middle of the holidays, and I was going over to Grandad’s house to help him paint his living-room.

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When I got there, the room was already cleared out and there were sheets over the furniture. There was a bunch of old tins and tubes of paint sitting on the floor. ‘Where did you get those, Grandad?’ I asked.

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‘They’ve been in the shed for ages, Lenny,’ Grandad said.

‘I bought some of this paint in the nineteen-sixties!’

The nineteen-sixties was years ago, and Grandad talked about that time a lot. I think it’s because he wasn’t bald back then.

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Grandad was a bit mad. He sometimes put orange juice in his tea, or danced when he was listening to the news on the radio.

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‘Does paint that old still work?’ I asked Grandad.

‘Only one way to find out!’

Grandad replied.

He opened one of the tins. The paint was a pale yellow. Dipping a brush in it, he reached up and painted a piece of the wall. That was when things went weird.

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The paint was striped. The stripes were red and yellow. ‘Holy smoke!’ Grandad gasped.

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He brushed on more of the striped paint and we looked at it in amazement. He tried another tin.

This paint was green with yellow polka dots. He just brushed it onto the wall and the dots appeared all neat and clear.

‘Let’s see what else we’ve got!’

I said.

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