A free shopping spree turns into a race against time—never a happy idea when you’re a sloth.
Too logy even to get to the phone before the answering machine kicks in, Sloth learns that he has only eight hours to claim his spree at the store. Can he make it? Being narcoleptic as well as slow-moving, his ensuing odyssey quickly turns hilariously suspenseful as Seibold urges readers to form a cheering section with lines printed in a different color—“Yay, Sloth! Let’s go, Sloth!” In the characteristically stylized illustrations, Sloth’s frozen, masklike features add a Buster Keaton–ish air to his frantic efforts. Having dragged his way down the street and into the park, where a hoped-for shortcut becomes a long detour/nap, Sloth arrives in the nick of time on a stolen hang glider. His spree turns out to be short but sweet, as he immediately rams his cart into a pile of pillows and passes out. The author cranks tongue further into cheek with witty side business, like a glimpse of an Occupy! camp in the park and, at the end, a one-person pillow fight (“Yay, Sloth! You won!”).
Another clever, quirky outing. (Picture book. 6-8)