Hi Angelgirl14!

You won a membership from us on Saturday and have not received it yet as it seems there is an issue with your account. We actually gave you your membership but then you did not get it… and now we cannot find your account in our server!!! UH OH!!!

Friend, can you make a new account and email chad.r.greenway@gmail.com to let us know what your new name is. Please email us and tell us your old account’s (angelgirl14) password as well so we know it is you who is emailing us!!!

Thanks so much and so sorry about this trouble!!!

Shazam!

PESTO

Some friends asked me to show you what our moderator tool looks like! This is the tool that cop uses as well as moderators!

Shazam! PESTO

Hey Buddies! Tomorrow is Valentine’s Day so Pesto is going to host a fantabulous prom in the Lounge. Here are the details:

What: Pesto’s Prom Party

When: 7:00pm Eastern Standard Time

When: 4:00pm Pacific Standard Time

Where: The Lounge

Wear your fanciest outfit and bring your dancing shoes:P

Shazam!

Pesto

EcoBuddies Pamphlet

So sometimes kids ask if they can get information to give to their parents about why they should get an EcoBuddies membership! The paper above gives you something to show to your parents to tell them about why you should get an EcoBuddies membership right away!

EcoBuddies is super fun, right? You want a membership SOOOOOOO bad so you can be King or Queen, super agent, and so you can get in the castle! But your parents really need to know that EcoBuddies is educational and safe so that they have a reason to get you your membership because that is important to them!

So show them this pamphlet and let them know that EcoBuddies is fun, safe, and that you will learn tons on EcoBuddies because we work hard to help kids learn about stuff without kids even thinking that they are learning anything- LOL! That is our promise!

So go KIDS!

Shazam! Pesto

The Halloween Haunted Castle is coming friends to EcoBuddies! Keep your eyes out for the Halloween Howler, as well as his bats Zelda and Zida!

Shazam! Pesto

The EcoBuddies haunted house will be open to all Paying Members next week so get your memberships friends! There are games, costumes, and more in the haunted house so GET READY FAST!

To celebrate the opening of the haunted house we will have a PUMPKIN DANCE next weekend… stay tuned for details!

PS! It is Bunny’s birthday today! She is a super agent! Please wish her a wonderful day when you see her! Happy birthday Bunny! You are awesome!

Shazam! Pesto

What do you think about bad bat boy? We just found out it is his song that is playing in the juice bar… Zelda snuck it in there and she is hoping it will make him famous on EcoBuddies. What do you think?

Hi Friends!

OK, so as you know, EcoBuddies believes with all our hearts that kids and teens can follow their dreams and do anything they put their mind to! It just takes some work and determination!

Here is Grayson Chance for you! He is 13 and can sing like a superstar and was discovered on youtube!

Yeah!

Shazam! Pesto

OH MY! We just saw this footage on today’s video coverage of EcoBuddies. What is BAD BAT BOY doing in EcoBuddies?????

Pesto will have a party every weekday morning at 9am PST, 11am Central, 12pm EST, and 5pm UK time He had a party this morning and made some new friends like Adeeen and Naomi!

Who is excited for the Halloween Prom?? It is only 5 days away!

The Halloween Prom is at 4pm PST, 6pm Central, and 7pm EST. It is members only so get your membership! You can get your membership by going to https://secure.ecobuddies.com/JoinTheClubApp.html

Any non-member who sneaks their way into the event will unfortunately be banned for the remainder of the prom from EcoBuddies so make sure you get your membership friends!

Yay! See you all at the prom!

Shazam! Pesto

PSST! Yesterday Anubis and Alahadtama saved the day! Bad Bat Boy was sprinkling seeds EVERYWHERE and these two Buddies and Fuzz Face were able to clean up all the plants that grew over the doors! So, if you see Alahadtama, Anubis, and Fuzz Face be sure to thank them! Anubis was pretty amazing and has tricked Bad Bat Boy into thinking that he is Zelda! WOW!

Shazam! Pesto

Great news! We will all be having a thanksgiving feast this Saturday at 7pm UK time, 11am PST, 1pm Central, and 2pm EST (That is the 27th of November).

We will have games for everyone for the first half hour and then there will be two feasts- one in the members castle and one in the winding woods for the last half hour!

Oliver the Farmer has been growing SO MANY vegetables for the feast! Make sure you come! The dress code is formal wear (fancy)!

See you there!

Shazam! Pesto!

Many of you have been wondering where Pesto is… Well, the truth is, he has been very busy writing a novel for kids! Here is the second chapter of the book as a Christmas Present!

Chapter 2

Like any other kid, I have had my share of problems. Adults always say that being a child is supposed to be the best time of a person’s life, but every kid knows this is a lie. It’s like after you turn twelve you suddenly see problems everywhere. This happened to me, so I know. It was just mom, my sister Rose and I on my twelfth birthday at our apartment when everything fell apart. Mom was smoking on the sofa in her bright pink robe with her feet tucked into her favorite plush rabbit slippers. Rose was sucking on a frozen brussel sprout that I had given her, as despite being three years old she was still teething.

“Ralph,” my mom had said while we watched Crime Stop on the TV, “you are a marvelous big brother.”

“Happwe Burfway Walf”, Rose shouted, “tank you fur deh bwussel spout.” She smiled at me happily, the four teeth in her mouth gleaming.

“Rose and I made you something Ralph,” mom announced excitedly, stuffing her cigarette in her mouth so she could clap her hands, “I know we’re short on money, but we made something with the little we could buy for your collection! Go get it Rose!”

Rose jumped up still gnawing on her brussel sprout and opened the door of our television cabinet. She pulled out a gift wrapped in toilet paper and then for added suspense hid it under her pink pajama shirt.

It was at that moment that there was a brisk and fast knocking at the door. It was very late so I knew it was not a surprise birthday visit from a friend.

“Police,” a man shouted and then without waiting for us to reply the door flew open and two large policemen stormed in. Both were in starchy blue uniforms. One had a very narrow face, pock-marked skin, and his clothes hung off of his body and flapped around his arms and legs as walked because he was so thin. The other was quite handsome and looked like he should be on the cover of one of my mom’s romance novels.

“Where is he?” the skinny police man yelled, spit flying from his mouth as he said each word, “where is Mr. Flemming?”

As my mother stood up from the couch, Rose hid herself under my mom’s bathrobe.

“Oh dear sirs,” my mom said in an airy voice that made me well aware that she had noticed the handsome cop, “there must be a mistake. Mr. Flemming is unfortunately no longer with us. You see, I am a single lady, ready to wed at a moment’s notice if only the right man were to ask.”

She flapped her eyelashes at the policemen, took a drag from her cigarette, and exhaled three hearts in the air with the smoke. To anyone else these smoke rings might have seemed like a magical feat, but the pock-marked, skinny, policeman just tapped his foot impatiently and put his hand on his gun holster.

“Constable Penwick,” he bellowed, “take Mrs. Flemming out to the paddy wagon and call children’s services! Mr. Flemming must have fled on our arrival! We will take these ragamuffin children, their flumpetty mother, and show him whose boss!”

“What the heck?” I yelled running to my mom and clutching her hand, “my dad is dead you jerk! He’s been dead for years!”

This was true. My dad was a mob boss who had been killed in an accident years ago. You see, just after Rose was born, father was allowed to have a home visit from prison in order to see his brand new baby daughter. He refused to hold her, however, until he was fed a proper meal from my mom. This is how my dad was, excessively cruel, mean, and really not father or husband material at all. Mother gave into his whining and began to make him some sourdough toast when Rose began to squeal and cry in her room. The toaster began to ring loudly when the toast was ready, but mom had to check on Rose so she quickly sped into her room telling my father she would be back in just a moment.

“Oh I’m Rose… I need help… I’m a baby,” my father guffawed.

He grabbed a knife and stuck it in the toaster to pop the bread out.

“Boy,” he said to me with breath that stunk of warm pickled herring or boiled salmon, “this is how a man gets his toast!”

But then something awful happened. Mom had warned Rose and I for many years about the dangers of electrocution by toaster and on that day I understood why. A bright blue lightening bolt shot up the knife, through dads arm, and then burst out of the top of his head with a huge ‘pop’ sound. Every single hair shot out of his scalp like tiny arrows and embedded themselves into the ceiling, table, chairs, and walls around us. Then his entire body shook and was engulfed in a thick orange flame. After a minute all that was left of my father was a small pile of ashes on the floor.

The cops had never believed that this had actually happened. They said it was impossible that Mr. Flemming the most vengeful and terrifying mob boss in our city had been killed by a toaster, but there wasn’t any proof that this hadn’t happened so we were left alone. That is, until now, of course.

Constable Pickwick sauntered over to us, his uniform shirt unbuttoned so that a large ruff of chest hair jutted through his collar. He winked at my mom.

“Sad we had to meet like this,” he said while drawing a pair of handcuffs out of his back pocket.

“No, sir,” my mom cried now properly scared, hugging my head to her side, “please, we are just a normal family, you can’t do this to us.”

At this moment I felt Rose poking my knee through mom’s bathrobe. A brussel sprout rolled in front of my toes and Rose’s tiny hand pushed the toilet paper wrapped gift over my mom’s bunny slipper and towards me across the floor. I only had a second to open it. A present for my collection, I thought, of course! I was an avid collector of anything that could shoot something across a room. For instance, bows and arrows, straws for spit balls, and catapults.

“Ith a wing pot,” my sister whispered from behind the fuzzy pink fabric.

I pulled an item from the tissue and a beautifully carved wooden sling shot appeared.  It had a broad green rubber sling stretched across its frame and small black leather pocket sewn along the band that was the perfect size for shooting rocks, marbles, and erasers.

“Duh bwussel spout!” Rose said hurriedly.

I grabbed the brussell sprout, placed it in the sling shot’s pocket and aimed it at Constable Pickwick’s forehead. The sling stretched easily and just as the Constable’s eyes met mine I let the brussel sprout fly. Mom and Rose did a good job of making the sling shot because the sprout soared through the air like a canon ball and hit Pickwick squarely between the eyebrows. He swayed for a second and then tumbled backwards onto the couch, unconscious and eyes closed.

“Run Mom, Run Rose,” I screamed while pushing them ahead of me towards the door. I lashed my arms out at the ugly cop, blocking him from touching them. My mother swung Rose onto her hip with one arm and grabbed my hand pulling me outside. Unfortunately, the cop somehow got a hold of my hair and I could not help but let out a yelp as I was pulled in two directions.

“Just go,” I squealed at mom and Rose, “I’ll find you.”

We all knew I was caught. I was the only boy at school allowed to have my hair chin length so I could look like Colin B. Crowly the pro-skate boarder and now it was completely entwined in the skinny cop’s fingers.

“Ralph…” my mom sobbed.

“Walf,” cried Rose her eyes brimming with tears and a brussel sprout leaf sticking out from between her bottom teeth, “I wub you!”

“Go,” I whispered stepping backwards to the cop, “I’ll be fine.”

My mom’s face fell and I could swear I had never seen her look so sad. She squeezed my hand, then stepped through the doorway and ran out of sight.

“Like father like son, you little mongrel,” the cop chuckled behind me, “at least I have you.”

He unclamped his fingers from my hair and then pushed me with surprising force for such a skinny person. I heard my nose crunch as I hit the wall with a large thud. When I turned around his right hand was wagging in front my face as though he wanted to shake my hand, but it was obvious to me that he was pretending so I sat sullenly and folded by hands tightly together in my lap.

“Not in the mood to be friends, eh,” he snorted, “no worries. All you need to know is you have been caught by the greatest of all crime fighters.”

He spun around in a circle as he said this, and pulled his hands close to his heart.

“Whose this fantastic cop?” I asked sarcastically.

“Who?” he replied in a shocked voice as though I should have already been aware of the answer, “why that would be me! The most amazing, ingenious, and shrewd cop in town: Inspector I. Spector!”

…. Stay tuned for Chapter 3

This is just a small part of Chapter 1 (not the whole thing) for you all to read as a Christmas Present! Let Pesto know what you think!

Chapter 1: Part 1

It happens so fast. I am sitting at my school desk one moment and in the next my chair has disappeared beneath me and I’m sprawled out on the classroom floor. My rear is smarting from the fall, but the smell is worse, a waft of burnt eggs, aged cheese and warm pickles.

“Now your face is where your butt was and you can smell what you did, loser!”

A girl is above me, her long blond hair bobbing while she pumps her fists in the air.

“You’re a loser!” She shrieks, “such a loser! It’s your first day at school and you farted!”

My classmates have gathered around us. Some of them are smirking, a few are terrified, and all are holding their noses. The only boy I know in the room, Ryerson, has shifted around in his seat in front of me and looks imploringly into my eyes, his cheeks red with shame. I know he did it. That side shuffle in his seat when Mr. Mann had left the room and the arm swish that had followed immediately after. I point my finger towards him slowly and his eyes widen with fear.

“Mr. Flemming,” a man’s voice interrupts us, “Mr. Ralph Flemming.”

A shadow falls over the room and everyone rushes back to their seats. Mr. Mann has undoubtedly returned. He is the only person I have ever met who calls me by my last name or prefixes my name with a ‘Mr’, as he seems to do with everyone in our class.

“Mr. Ralph Flemming I understand the floor is a nice spot to sit, but please take a seat at your desk.”

The girl with the blond hair snickers. She is one of the popular girls I conclude, as she is quite pretty, with a cute snub nose, pink cheeks, and stylish clothes. I am sure it was her who pulled the chair from underneath me. I right myself up and push my chair back into place. If this had only happened a few months ago Ryserson and the blond would have paid for this. But now there is nothing I can do.

“What on earth is that smell?” Mr. Mann stops as he walks to the front of the classroom and sniffs the air turning his nose up to the ceiling. His eyes close for a moment and I swear I see the corners of his mouth twitch into a smile, but then a sudden frown appears across his face and his eyes spring open as though he has been given an electric shock. He scans the class with watery blue eyes and I can tell he is searching for something or someone. His fat fingers drum against his trousers as he looks about, his large belly poking out from between his arms. He is unbelievably short, no taller than anyone in the class, but makes up for this with his very wide body, which seem to be stretching his clothes to the breaking point. Also, he walks like a wobbly old man, carefully placing one foot in front of the other like he is balancing on a tightrope. For now, his feet and his gaze are aimed at Ryerson.

“Mr. Ryerson Donaldsloot,”  he says sternly, “what occurred in this classroom while I was out?”

“Uh,” Ryerson’s voice cracks as he answers, “uh, sir, I am really not, well, sure …”

“ Mr. Mann, it’s like, the new guy did a stinker!” The blond interrupts, “like, he totally did a whopper.”

“A stinker?” Mr. Friend asks.

“You know, a backdoor trumpet sir,” she answers matter-of-factly twirling her hair around her index finger, “a bean bomber, a windy, like he cut the cheese, sir.”

Mr. Friend’s eyebrows furrow and he darts his eyes towards me.

“Mr. Flemming, why are you cutting cheese on the floor?”

He walks over to me, holding onto the back of Ryerson’s seat while he positions himself in front of my desk.

“It is not lunch hour nor is it healthy to prepare food on the floor where people’s feet have been. And where is your trumpet?”

I stare at him not knowing what to say.

…. stay tuned for more!

Copyright 2010

There is a rumor that the Millionaire Lottery is coming back this month for one lucky player in EcoBuddies. Could this be true??? I heard Cop and Jubejube talking about it!

Shazam! Pesto

Here is King Anubis’ interview! What a wonderful King!

PESTO: What is your favorite place in the EcoBuddies world and in real life?

KING ANUBIS: In EcoBuddies, the cabin and the woods. In real life, lakes, England, and Egypt.

PESTO: What do you really like about Egypt?

KING ANUBIS: It is so amazing, so much history, and lots of art!

PESTO: How did you become King?

KING ANUBIS: I helped Buddies and tries to bond with lots of friends.

PESTO: How does it feel to be King?

KING ANUBIS: An honor, amazing, and a privilege.

PESTO: How are you SO popular?

KING ANUBIS: No idea. Lol. I just try to visit parties a lot and help friends.

PESTO: What is your favorite music?

KING ANUBIS: I’d say cool music, pop too! Not metal! Club songs and songs to run too.

PESTO: What is your favorite sport and what is your favorite food?

KING ANUBIS: Running and circuit training, and for food cornish pastries.

PESTO: Hey one of my favorite foods is cornish pastries too! (Small ones for hamsters).

Thanks King Anubis for such an amazing interview! You rock Buddy!

Shazam!

Pesto

I don’t know about you all, but this singer is WAY better than Justin and Grayson!

Oh no! A terrible letter has been found from the Ghost of Muck Muck Geyser! Everyone be on the watch for the Ghost, as well as for garbage around EcoBuddies… we need to figure out what he is planning to sink before it is too late!

Shazam!

Pesto