"The crayons are getting ready to go back to school, and each crayon has a subject they're looking forward to the most. They're also ready to meet new friends...and let loose during their very favorite time of day: art class"-- Provided by publisher.

Harold goes for an adventurous walk in the moonlight with his purple crayon.

"Poor Duncan just wants to color. But when he opens his box of crayons, he finds only letters, all saying the same thing: his crayons have had enough! They quit! Beige Crayon is tired of playing second fiddle to Brown Crayon. Black wants to be used for more than just outlining. Blue needs a break from coloring all those bodies of water. And Orange and Yellow are no longer speaking -- each believes he is the true color of the sun. What can Duncan possibly...

Red Crayon loves his dad who draws perfect hearts, and Purple Crayon appreciates his mom on Father's Day, even if she colors outside the lines, in an inclusive celebration of all kinds of families celebrating dads and other family members.

If the crayons cannot stop the scribble monster, this picture book and the play "Frankencrayon" may have to be canceled.

When a shy unicorn's colors start to fade away, a group of spunky crayons band together to help their new friend get back his colors and gain self-confidence in the process.

This laugh-out-loud story starring the Crayons shows readers there are so many things to be thankful for, everywhere we look.

Red's factory-applied label clearly says that he is red, but despite the best efforts of his teacher, fellow crayons and art supplies, and family members, he cannot seem to do anything right until a new friend offers a fresh perspective.

The crayons demonstrate a range of feelings, noting that different emotions can even be felt simultaneously.

"Rojo es una cera de colores azul con una etiqueta donde pone ±rojo¬. Su maestro intenta ayudarla a pintar de color rojo (¡vamos a pintar fresas!), su madre intenta ayudarla a ser de color rojo enviándola a jugar con una compañera de color amarillo (¡Id a pintar una bonita naranja!), y las tijeras intentan ayudarla a ser de color rojo cortando un poco la etiqueta para que pueda respirar con más libertad. Pero Rojo no es feliz. No hay manera...