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Wipeout
the Wave
Created by Billy Baldwin
Illustrated by Liesl Bell
Decozen Book s
New York
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Special thank s to Robin Streck Education consultant
Text copyright © 2017 Billy Baldwin.
Illustrations copyright © 2017 Liesl Bell.
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Library of Congress Number: 2017942471
ISBN: 978-0-9791-88220
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The creation of Wipeout
was inspired by my friend Surfer Steve
and is dedicated to his “Love for the Wave”.

“Watch out! Here comes Wipeout.”
Cindy paddled her surfboard towards a strange-moving wave
named Wipeout.

“If I zag
when he zigs
maybe I can win the
Turtle Point surfing contest!”…
But she was wrong.
Wipeout!

Wipeout almost hurt Cindy with his out
of control zigs and zags.
“You don’t belong here,” the other
waves yelled.
Wipeout cried his way out to sea,
determined to search the Seven Seas
for another wave like him.

He searched the North Atlantic Ocean and met
the Moonlight Jellyfish family who entertained him with
a “swim-in” movie. But he didn’t find any waves like him.

“Wipeout, we have never seen a wave samba before,”
the Carnival crowd said, as he joined in the parade.
Wipeout loved dancing at Carnival but he
didn’t find any waves like him in
the South Atlantic Ocean.

Ping!
Wipeout drifted into the freezing
waters of the Southern Ocean.
There he met the Flubber Whale
Gang playing iceberg pinball.
Bing!

Bong!
“Wipeout, everyone gets
their butt stuck on that
one!” the whales said,
laughing. But he didn’t
find any waves like him.

While sleeping in the Indian Ocean, Wipeout dreamt
that aliens flew him to their planet. He had a play date with
a three-headed wave, but even in outer space he didn’t find
any waves like him.

Welcome
Earthwater

Wipeout swam into the
South Pacific Ocean where he dove
underwater to meet the critters of the
great reef.
“Wipeout, we have never seen a wave
snorkel before!” the critters said.
But Wipeout was disappointed.
He looked and looked but still
couldn’t find any waves like him.

Next, Wipeout traveled to the
dark waters of the Arctic Ocean.
“Help, I’m lost,” said a baby fish.

Wipeout cradled the baby fish high in his crest and together
they traveled to find her family. When they did, Wipeout got a
warm fish hug, but he still hadn’t found any waves like him.

“Dude, radical moves!
Why so sad?” said Surfer Steve.

“I watched a movie with
the Moonlight Jellyfish in the
North Atlantic, danced the samba at Carnival
in the South Atlantic, played iceberg pinball
with the Flubber Whale Gang in the Southern
Ocean, visited outer space in the Indian Ocean,
snorkeled in the South Pacific, saved a lost baby
fish in the Arctic Ocean and then met you in the
North Pacific.
I’ve traveled the
Seven Seas, zigging and
zagging, but I haven’t
found any waves like me.
I just don’t fit in.”

“You need to talk with the Wave Council,” said Surfer Steve.
“They are the most wise waves in all the Seven Seas.”
So together Wipeout and Steve set out for the Galapagos
Islands where the Wave Council was holding court.

When they arrived Wipeout thanked Steve for being
his friend and gave him a push to Costa Rica.
“How can we help you? ” spoke the grandest wave.
“Why am I the only wave to zig and zag,
while all the other waves swim straight?”
asked Wipeout.

“You come from a rare family of
waves called ‘rogue waves’.”

Wipeout couldn’t believe his eyes.
The waves moved like him, zigging
and zagging!

“Wipeout, we are all rogue waves.
Through your travels, you have learned
to control your zig and your zag.”

“I’m a rogue wave!” Wipeout said,
proud to know that he was special,
and that he wasn’t alone anymore.
He thanked the Council and
took a shortcut home through the
Panama Canal, arriving just in time
for the Turtle Point surfing contest.

Cindy was getting ready to catch
the next set when a familiar wave rose
up underneath her. “It’s Wipeout!”
she screamed with joy. Together they
zigged and zagged, and zagged
and zigged, winning the contest.

Soon, Wipeout became famous and
surfers traveled from all over the world
to try and surf his wave. Around the
bonfire Wipeout would tell stories of his
adventures traveling the Seven Seas.