When Harry Hammer accidentally sounds the great white shark alarm a few times too many, he ends up in dangerous waters in this fourth Shark School (mis)adventure. Harry Hammer’s all-time hero is the great white shark Gregor the Gnasher. Gregor is a famous action movie–star and the Underwater Wrestling Champion of the World. But not all great whites are like Gregor—most are fierce creatures of the deep. So when Harry sees one near Shark Point, he sounds the alarm and everyone panics! Turns out it’s just an old basking shark, and now everyone is furious. After a couple more minnow-sized mistakes, Harry sees a REAL great white…and it’s very hungry. Will anyone believe him this time? Davy Ocean is the pseudonym of a collective of writers from the creative agency Hothouse Fiction, based in London. Aaron Blecha is an artist and author who designs funny characters and illustrates humorous books. His work includes the Shark School series and Goodnight, Grizzle Grump ! . Originally from Wisconsin, Aaron now lives with his family by the south English seaside. Boy Who Cried Shark Zoooooooooooooooooooooooooooom! Out of my room . . . Screeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeech! Down the stairs . . . Ziiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiingg! Into the hall . . . YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWLLLL!!! “Sorry, Puddles!” I call back as I crash into our moth-eared catfish, sending him spinning out of control and bouncing into the wall. I don’t stop to find out if he’s all right. I must get to the jellyfishion before Mom and Dad! It’s Saturday night, and if I don’t get there RIGHT NOW, they’ll put on the news or some terrible sappy movie. They’ve been washing the dishes while I’ve been cleaning my room. There’s always a rush to get to the den first after dinner, but tonight I have to get there first. So, instead of doing a total cleanup, I used my tail to sweep the mess under my bed. If Mom doesn’t look too closely, I might just get away with it. I come to the end of the hall, hook my dorsal on the doorframe, spin sideways (so my goofy hammery head doesn’t get stuck in the door), and then-WHAM!-I’m in the den. Before Mom and Dad. YES! Sailing around tail first, I slide into the finchair closest to the flat-screen jellyfishion and reach out with the flukes on my tail to flick the remote control off the coffee table and- CLICK! -down on the on button. With a shiver and a fizz, the jellyfishion comes to life and I left-hammer the three button, just in time to see the judges for The Shark Factor being introduced. Pumping music blares and lasers burst across the stage, lighting the huge undersea set. The announcer, with his big, booming whale-size voice, waits for the pumping music to stop and then shouts out the names of the judges as they appear. “Paddy!” That’s Paddy Snapper, the saltwater crocodile from Emerald Island. He slithers down the ramp on his yellow belly. “Ellie!” That’s Ellie Electra, the smooth-bodied electric eel with ultra-shiny skin. She shimmies down the ramp and wraps herself around Paddy. “Bobby!” That’s Bobby Barnacle, who is so tiny, he slides down the ramp under his own personal magnifying glass so that everyone can see him. “Marcus!” And lastly, it’s Marcus Sea-cow, wearing his trademark leather pants. He waves his pink tail at the audience, and with ocean-size smiles the four judges float to their huge clamshell seats. “Oh no. Not this.” I look around at the sound of Dad’s voice. He and Mom are swimming in from the kitchen. I grip the remote control tightly. “I was hoping to catch some of my interview on the news,” Dad says. Dad is mayor of Shark Point, and there’s nothing he likes better than seeing himself on jellyfishion. Mom flops down on to the sea-sponge sofa and groans. “Harry, do we have to watch this trash?” Most weeks I wouldn’t have minded. I mean, there are only so many times you can watch a fish being told he sings like a ship’s horn that’s got a seagull stuck in it. But this week . . . oh, man . . . this week I have to see the special guest who’s opening the show. We’ve been talking about it all week at school. Me, Ralph (my pilot-fish friend) and Joe (my jellyfish pal) have been finding it really difficult to concentrate in class. In the end, our teachers had to ban anyone from even mentioning The Shark Factor. “But, Mom,” I say, “I have to watch it tonight.” “Why?” she says, looking puzzled. I let out a massive sigh. “Seriously, Mom, if you were any more uncool, we’d have to stick you on an iceberg. Gregor the Gnasher is singing his first ever single tonight.” My stomach is doing little flips just thinking about it. Gregor the Gnasher is a great white shark and my number-one hero. Not only is he the Underwater Wrestling Champion of the World (signature move: the fin-chop with tail-driver), he’s also an action-movie star and now he’s breaking into the music business as a rapper called G-White. Tonight’s performance has been