By Debbie Thomas
Whilst Squashy Grandma's tooth get caught at the back of the radiator, Abbie calls the Very ordinary activity guy. Matt Platt and his even odder daughter Perdita invite Abbie to the Hair Museum, the place historical past has hairstyles and fish have beards. Drawn right into a hair-raising hunt for Perdita's mother, Abbie befriends a solid of whacky characters. yet waddling within the shadows is a fiendish foe: the white-suited, lemon-haired Dr. Hubris Klench. This quirky story, filled with screwballs and pitfalls, will tickle young children, mom and dad, and squashy grandmas alike.
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Melliflua glided in, gun in hand and a bucket hooked around her arm. ‘Enjoying our remain, are we? ’ She positioned the bucket down. ‘For your little emergencies. ’ She gave a bit wave. ‘Toodlepip, candy peas. Oh, and candy pees! ’ She tittered out of the door. ‘She can’t be severe! ’ cried Mum. ‘I really want to. yet I couldn’t almost certainly. now not in that. ’ ‘No choice,’ stated Dad curtly. ‘Go within the nook, Mum,’ stated Abbie. ‘Pretend you’re within the jungle,’ steered Coriander, ‘hiding in the back of an incredible fern. ’ ‘I’ll glance out for bottom-biting bugs,’ stated Perdita. She bounded around the room, peering on the flooring and kicking over faux stones. ‘I’ll kill the snakes! ’ cried Ollie. He lay on his belly and wriggled among the stands. ‘I’ll beat a path,’ provided Dad, hacking around the room along with his imaginary machete. Abbie snapped branches off invisible bushes. ‘Here’s a few palm leaves to wipe your –’ ‘All correct, all right,’ laughed Mum. ‘But nobody glance. ’ She took the bucket. everybody grew to become away. there has been a teeny tinkly sound. Then she got here again, smiling sheepishly. Abbie stared. She’d by no means noticeable Mum in this sort of mess. Bob used to be clinging to 1 aspect of her head and protruding from the opposite. Her face used to be a blotch of makeup and tears, her velvet skirt used to be wonky and her shirt caught out. ‘You appear like a true explorer,’ stated Abbie. ‘Me? ’ Mum laughed. ‘I’d be eaten alive. I’m now not lower out for that kind of factor. ’ She came visiting. ‘Not such as you, darling. You’re made up of sterner stuff. ’ She positioned her arm around Abbie. ‘You recognize what? i could be in a pickle. yet I’m happy I’m in a pickle with you. ’ ‘Thanks Mum. ’ Abbie grinned. an afternoon in the past she couldn’t have imagined something worse than being locked up with the Rotten Lot. yet examine them now: Mum in a large number, Dad speaking raids and pillage to Fernando, and Ollie peering into the bushy Hoot’s beak. Abbie all at once realised 3 issues: 1) For a Rotten Lot, they weren’t fairly so rotten. 2) She’d get them out of right here if it was once the very last thing she did. three) If Squashy didn’t come quickly, it will probably good be. *** ‘What are we going to do? ’ Matt whispered to the mouse within the shoebox. Dirk had simply dumped it at the table and insisted on seeing the consequences of the Helen of Troy juice first hand. The mouse scurried around the field. Matt’s eyes scurried around his table. A stapler, a couple of scissors, a pot of glue, a few pens and an outdated toothbrush. ‘I wonder,’ he murmured. He rummaged in a drawer. convinced – a can of spray paint! He sprayed the bristles of the toothbrush gold. Then he snipped them off. ‘Keep still,’ he acknowledged, greedy the mouse lightly in his fist. as though figuring out completely, the creature closed its eyes. ‘That’s it. ’ Matt squeezed a line of glue around the mouse’s eyelids. Then he caught at the golden bristles. The mouse fluttered its luscious new lashes. ‘Perfect! ’ Matt clapped his palms. ‘Now for the remainder of you. I’ll wash you off later, promise. ’ *** At Garton police station Sergeant Bolt wiped his eyes with a hanky. ‘Sorry expensive, the place have been we? ’ ‘Famous people’s ’air,’ stated Grandma, obtrusive at him during the reception window.