1. A Letter for Stanley

FLAT STANLEY'S WORLDWIDE ADVENTURES 2 The Great Egyptian Grave Robbery

1 A Letter for Stanley George Lambchop was sitting at the kitchen table, going through the mail as his wife cooked breakfast. "Look at these beauties, Harriet!" he called, holding up a letter with many exotic stamps in the corner. "From Egypt!" Ever since their eldest son, Stanley, had been flattened by a bulletin board

and could now travel by mail, the Lambchop family had become keenly interested in stamps. "In a minute, dear," Mrs. Lambchop said. "I'm just at the difficult part of flipping this French toast. A letter from Egypt, you say! Why don't you open it and read it to me." Mr. Lambchop began to do just that, but then he caught himself. "That was a close one!" he cried. "It's a federal offense to open mail that's addressed to someone else. This letter is for Stanley!" Just then, both Lambchop boys appeared in the doorway, drawn by

the delicious aroma of French toast and bacon. "Stanley, son, letter for you here. Looks important." "What about me?" Stanley's younger brother, Arthur, asked. "Any mail for me today?" "Not today, sorry," Mr. Lambchop replied. "But, Stanley, why don't you open yours and read it to us over breakfast." "After breakfast," Mrs. Lambchop said firmly. "And hand washing. You know how maple syrup gets all over everything." The boys finished their breakfast

and washed up. Then Stanley opened his letter. "If you are the world-famous flat-tened boy of America," he read out loud, "and if you are less than three inches thick, you must come to Egypt at once. We are beginning an archaeological project and are in urgent need of someone of your dimensions." "I don't know about world-famous," Arthur grumbled—a bit envi-ously, it must be said.

"Maybe they've got the wrong person." "But I am only half an inch thick." Stanley sighed. "So that's me, all right." "I," Mrs. Lambchop corrected her son. "That is I." "It's signed Sir Abu Shenti Hawara the fourth," Stanley said, "and look: He's taken care of my travel arrange-ments." Stanley held up a very large envelope covered with stamps. George Lambchop took the letter and read it over. "No mention of Stanley's family going with him," he said, frowning. "I don't know..." "Well, an archaeological project...