W.B. is back and more disappointed than ever when he discovers a new series of popular books that depict the Barons as bumbling fools. His parents M and P, along with Rose Blackwood, laugh at the books until their plummeting reputation starts scaring off the buyers of their inventions, leaving the family without an income.  As family members start disappearing one by one, P realizes that the author of the books is not out to ruin just their reputation, he’s determined to erase their past. All of the Barons must race to intercept their rival time-traveler and stop him from erasing the entire Baron family from existence before their time runs out. W.B. is back and more disappointed than ever when he discovers a new series of popular books that depict the Barons as bumbling fools, worse than even W.B.’s worst day. His parents M and P, along with Rose Blackwood, laugh at the books until their plummeting reputation starts scaring off the buyers of their inventions, leaving the family without an income. As family members start disappearing one by one, P realizes that the author of the books is not out to ruin just their reputation, he’s determined to erase their past, prompting P to reveal his most impossiblest invention yet: an outhouse? Despite its resemblance to an outhouse, it contains no, err, facilities , but P’s very own time machine. All of time lies open to the Barons, but they must race to intercept their rival time-traveler and stop him from erasing the entire Baron family from existence before their time runs out. Eric Bower is the author of  The Bizarre Baron Inventions  series. He was born in Denville, New Jersey, an event of which he has little recollection, yet the people who were there have repeatedly assured him that it happened. He currently lives in Pasadena, California. His favorite type of pasta is cavatappi, his favorite movie is  The Palm Beach Story , and he is the proud recipient of a “Beanology Degree” from Jelly Belly University in Fairfield, California. His wife and family have told him that the degree is nothing to be proud of, since “It’s not a real degree. You know that... Right?” and “Eric, they literally give them to everyone who visits the Jelly Belly factory,” but he knows that they’re all just jealous. The Tremendous Baron Time Machine The Bizarre Baron Inventions By Eric Bower Amberjack Publishing Copyright © 2018 Eric Bower All rights reserved. ISBN: 978-1-944995-78-2 Contents Chapter 1: He Gets His Hair Cut by Angry Squirrels, Chapter 2: Like a Sneeze in the Wind, Chapter 3: Seriously, No One Has a Mint?, Chapter 4: Something Went Boing!, Chapter 5: My Mother Had Always Looked Like a Muffin Hadn't She?, Chapter 6: I Really Hate Not Existing, Chapter 7: Like a Hot Knife Through Butter, Chapter 8: The Grand Canyon Was No Longer Filled to the Brim with Water, Chapter 9: What a Dope, Chapter 10: It Was Because of Squirrels, Acknowledgments: No Man Is an Island, About the Author: If Found, Call for Reward, About the Illustrator: Bringing Words to Life, CHAPTER 1 He Gets His Hair Cut By Angry Squirrels January 9th, 1892 I couldn't believe my eyes. Neither could Mr. Cooks, the owner of the Pitchfork bookstore. "Hey, kid!" he called to me from inside. "Get your eyeballs off my display window! They're smudging up the glass!" "Sorry." I ripped my eyes from the display window before flinging open the door and rushing inside the bookstore. "Where's the latest Sheriff Hoyt Graham adventure novel?" I demanded, pointing to the empty space on the shelf where the Sheriff Hoyt Graham adventure novels could usually be found. "The new shipment was supposed to come in today!" I guess you could say that I'm a bit of a bookworm — though I wish people would have asked my opinion before they came up with that nickname for readers who really love books. If they had asked me, I would have voted for us to be called "book dragons," or "book wolverines," or even "book anteaters," anything other than worms. I have very little in common with worms. Worms are gross. They crawl around in mud, they ruin apples by making them mushy, and you can't tell their heads from their backsides. Only one of those things is true about me. Anyway, I'm what you might call a bit of a "book wolverine," so I take my reading very seriously. For the past few years, my favorite books have been novels about the adventures of Sheriff Hoyt Graham, the bravest, smartest, strongest, and most heroic sheriff in history. The books are loosely based on a real sheriff named Sheriff Hoyt Graham, who is the sheriff here in the Wild West town of Pitchfork, Arizona Territory. The real Sheriff Graham was a nice old man, but he wasn't much of a law officer. He never stopped robberies, or caught bandits, or won gunfights. And he wasn't particularly strong. In fact, he was so weak that he often needed help bringing his soup spoon to his mouth if the spoon held anything heavier than a pea.