Back off, Batman! Take note, Superman! Frankie Pickle is here, and he’s ready to play. What he’s not ready for is cleaning his room. When Frankie’s mother decides to lay off the nagging, Frankie is allowed to make his own choice about his room as long as he can “deal with the consequences.” For a little while, he deals well. But, as time passes with no visits from the Dryer Sheet Fairy, Frankie’s room begins to resemble a dump in both odor and clutter. Wight’s hilarious twists of language are matched with a wicked sense of fun in the illustrations and frequent sequential-paneled episodes of pretend play. Like the Holms’ Babymouse, Frankie lapses into comic-book–style flights of fancy that make references to Indiana Jones, Dick Tracy, the Transformers and many superheroes. Busy illustrations on every page provide appeal for new readers, especially those who love Captain Underpants, Skippyjon Jones and Ricky Ricotta. The diagram of Frankie’s newly organized room might provide inspiration for kids with their own Room of Doom—when they’ve stopped snickering, that is. (Fiction. 7-10)