Fast-paced adventure and full-color art in the style of Edward Hopper's Nighthawks  make this third book a thrilling addition to the Fantastic Frame series! When Tiger and Luna get sucked into the fantastic frame this time, their destination is the diner depicted in Edward Hopper's famous painting Nighthawks . They explore the streets of New York in 1942 and ride the subway through the dark underground tunnels. It's another art adventure for Tiger and Luna, and as always, they must find their way back to the real world before it's too late—or remain stuck in the painting forever. Lin Oliver is the New York Times Best-Selling author of more than thirty books for young readers. She is also a film and television producer, having created shows for Nickelodeon, PBS, Disney Channel, and Fox. The cofounder and executive director of the Society of Children's Book Writers and Illustrators, she loves to hang out with children's book creators. Lin lives in Los Angeles, in the shadow of the Hollywood sign, but when she travels, she visits the great paintings of the world and imagines what it would be like to be inside the painting—so you might say she carries her own fantastic frame with her! Samantha Kallis is a Los Angeles-based illustrator and visual development artist. Since graduating from Art Center College of Design in Pasadena, California, in 2010, her work has been featured in television, film, publishing, and galleries throughout the world. Samantha can be found most days on the porch of her periwinkle-blue Victorian cottage, where she lives with her husband and their two cats. More of her work can be seen on her website, www.samkallis.com Prologue     Hello there. It’s Tiger Brooks. That’s right, I’m the guy who travels into the fantastic frame. I bet you remember me. I don’t mean to sound like I’m bragging. It’s not like I think I’m all that great or anything. I just know that it’s hard to forget a person who gets sucked into a painting and only has an hour to get out.   You don’t meet someone like that every day.   This little habit I have of time traveling into paintings began when my friend Luna Lopez and I discovered the fantastic frame. It hangs on the living room wall in the old run-down house, of our neighbor Viola Dots. At first, Luna and I thought it was nothing but a golden frame with carved animals and a clock on the front. We didn’t know about the hour of power. That’s when the clock on the frame strikes four and the painting inside opens up and sucks you in.   But we sure found out about that hour of power in a hurry!   If you ask me, I think Chives should have warned us. He’s Viola’s butler who happens to be an orange pig. But being a pig is no excuse, because he can talk.   Chives knew that Viola’s son, David, disappeared into the frame fifty years ago and never returned. The only thing she got back was pudgy Chives, who came flying straight out of some old pig painting wearing a top hat and a bowtie and has been living with her ever since.   Mrs. Dots is a real grump, but Luna and I feel sorry for her, anyway. She misses her son, David, a lot, which is why we decided to help her. Every time Viola finishes a new painting for the frame, she asks us to go inside and look for David. She’s never been able to go inside a painting herself. She always gets spit out. Maybe adults aren’t allowed in. Or maybe it’s just the grumpy adults who aren’t allowed in.   Once we’re inside the painting, Luna and I have to watch the time carefully, because if we’re not back at exactly the same spot in the painting at five o’clock, then we could be stuck there forever.   Now David, he really doesn’t seem to mind being stuck inside paintings. I have to admit, sometimes it doesn’t seem so bad to me, either. I wouldn’t have to watch my annoying little sister, Maggie, chew with her mouth open. I wouldn’t have to roll my socks into pairs and put them away in my sock drawer. And I wouldn’t have to learn how to do subtraction word problems.   On the other hand, I’d miss my comfy bed and my dad’s spaghetti sauce. Although those hot dogs and giant pretzels off the street cart in New York sure were delicious. But wait. I’m getting ahead of myself. You don’t even know about New York yet and the weird thing that happened there. I’m talking weird with a capital W .   If you’re interested, keep reading. You’ll find out all about it.     Chapter 1     Luna and I stood on our driveway after school, staring at my new invention.   “What do you think I should call it?” I asked her.   Luna walked around in a circle. She still had on the cool superhero cape she had worn to school that day. She looked at the contraption in front of her and scratched her head.   “You could call it a thingamajig ,” she suggested. “That’s got a nice ring to it.”   “But thingamajig doesn’t tell you what it does,” I said.   “Good point, Tiger. By the way, what does it do?”   It was Transportatio