Sandy Starke asks so many silly questions (among them, ""can a cuckoo clock lay eggtimers?"" and ""can my funny bone tell jokes?"") that his grandfather, with whom he lives, understandably grows impatient and at last locks Sandy in the dusty, junk-filled attic which must be cleaned before dinner. There Sandy finds a magic picture book which promises to solve his problem but instead creates a chain of bigger ones. First a ""properly perspicacious prattling parrot"" flies out of the P page and suggests turning to C for cleaning, but as the parrot notes a few emergencies later, ""ceaselessly collecting cleaners cause calamitous confusion,"" and Sandy must call in turn for a sword, an army, a bugle, a king, a fire brigade and a magician (all of whom emerge from the book) before order at last descends. Whether you find the frenzy justified by that final double page view of the tidy, plushly furnished attic and the sight of Grandad for once overflowing with questions will depend on your tolerance for aggressively animated assault.