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To be honest with you, seeing those two galumphing gorillas put a real damper on our whole weekend. We didn’t even discuss the New Year sleepover again, so you can tell how bad we were feeling. And Kenny went totally weird. I mean, even weirder than usual. When the rest of us were panicking about the M&Ms, she was like, lost in a trance. Then she suddenly leapt up and announced that she had to go to the shop to buy some – get this – JELLY CUBES. I mean, here we were, facing doom and disaster from our biggest rivals, and Kenny’s planning a party tea! But she just had this crazy look on her face and kept saying that she needed jelly cubes to make everything all right. I prefer chocolate to cheer myself up actually, but each to their own, as my gran always says.

Anyway, before we said goodbye to each other on Saturday, we arranged to meet outside school on Monday morning. That way we could all face the Gruesome Twosome together.

I had a really bad feeling as I walked to school that morning. Doom and panic whizzed about in my stomach like one of Kenny’s disastrous cooking experiments. Fliss and Rosie were already standing together by the wall, and they looked as green as I felt. Only Lyndz seemed as bright and breezy as usual. I swear that if that girl was any more laid back, she’d be permanently asleep!

“Oh come on, we’ve taken flak from the M&Ms before,” she reasoned. “How bad can it be this time?”

Nobody answered.

When we got to the gate we could see the M&Ms in a little huddle with their stupid mate Alana ‘Banana’ Palmer.

“I wonder where Kenny is? She ought to be here by now,” mumbled Fliss. Her teeth were chattering, and I don’t think it was because of the cold.

Rosie stuck her tongue out and pulled gruesome faces at the M&Ms – well, at their backs, to be precise. Then she mumbled something no one could understand.

“What?”

Rosie stopped pulling faces. “I said ‘I don’t know but she seemed really mad on Saturday’!” she explained.

Just before the whistle went, Kenny came flying up to us, holding tightly on to her school bag. She didn’t look mad now. In fact, she looked positively perky.

“What’s up with you?” I asked her suspiciously.

“You’ll see,” she grinned. “Just distract the M&Ms for a couple of minutes when we get inside.”

“What?” Fliss looked horrified. “But we’re trying to stay out of their way!”

“We can’t avoid them for ever,” Kenny told her calmly. “Better to get all their sarky comments over with at once.”

Now it wasn’t like her to be so rational, so I knew she had something majorly wicked up her sleeve.

Just then the whistle sounded, so we had no choice but to go into school.

“Remember – distract them!” hissed Kenny as we headed towards the classroom.

As it was December, we were all muffled up in coats and scarves, so we knew that we’d be in the cloakroom with the M&Ms for a few minutes. When we got there, Kenny gave me this big wink, and headed behind the coat rack. The M&Ms were already tugging off their boots. As soon as they saw us they started laughing in a really OTT way.

“Have you got your doll under there then, Frankie?” asked Emma loudly so that everyone could hear.

“We were wondering if you’d like to start a little dolly crèche in the corner of the classroom,” Emily Berryman rasped in her gruff voice.

“Or better still, go back to the nursery class!” guffawed Emma. “Four-year-olds are about on your level, aren’t they?”

We just took off our coats and ignored them. I could see Kenny ferreting about in the M&Ms’ bags and there was a bit of a weird smell, but I couldn’t tell what she was doing. All I did know was that when the M&Ms looked ready to go into the classroom, I had to stall them.

“I was conducting an experiment, that’s all!” I blurted out. The others looked horrified.

“You make me laugh Thomas, you really do!” sniffed Emma.

“What kind of experiment?” asked Emily curiously.

I didn’t really want to tell them about Mum being pregnant and everything. It felt like if they knew, they’d make fun of that too and it would spoil everything.

As I was trying to think of an answer, Kenny appeared and said, “She’s not going to tell you is she? It’s classified information.”

“Get real!” snapped Emma, and gathering up their bags, they walked into the classroom.

“What were you doing?” I asked Kenny when they’d gone.

“You’ll find out soon enough!” she smiled, and tapped her nose.

At least Mrs Weaver had something exciting to take our mind off the dreadful duo. At the end of the Christmas term, each class performs in a concert. This year Mrs Weaver told us that we would be writing our own play.

“Well it’s not a play exactly,” she explained. “It’s going to be a series of sketches about the twentieth century.”

We all looked pretty blank.

“Say someone born in 1900 was still alive,” Mrs Weaver continued. “What changes would they have seen?”

“There’s more football on the telly now!” Ryan Scott shouted out.

Mrs Weaver flashed him one of her ‘you-think-you’ve-got-the-better-of-me-but-you-haven’t-really’ smiles.

“I think what you mean, Ryan, is that yes, we do have television now. But there wasn’t a broadcasting service at all until 1936.”

“Imagine life without Match of the Day!” moaned Danny McCloud. “Bummer!”

“That’s exactly what I want you to do, Danny! Imagine what life would be like,” Mrs Weaver went on. “I want you to think of all the things you take for granted now, and find out when they were invented and how they have developed. Work in your groups, but I don’t want any noise. Understood?”

We all nodded, and started chattering away.

“I love doing this kind of thing,” I told the others. “You learn about stuff without even realising it.”

But Kenny wasn’t listening. She was propped up on the desk, eyeballing the M&Ms. “Open your bags,” she was muttering under her breath. “Come on!”

“There’s almost too much to think about,” Lyndz said, doodling on her notebook. “I mean, loads of stuff must have happened since 1900.”

“Yeah, but what’s the most important?” I asked. I looked around the classroom. “I mean, look at computers. They haven’t been around for that long, have they? And now everyone’s got them.”

“And they use them in supermarkets and banks and stuff where you can’t even see them,” added Rosie.

“My gran thinks supermarkets are really new!” laughed Lyndz. “She says that she used to have to queue up at loads of different shops for her shopping. Imagine that – it would take ages!”

Fliss didn’t seem to be listening to the rest of us either. She was doing loads of little drawings. Typical Fliss.

“Come on Fliss, we’re supposed to be working!” I told her.

“I am working!” she snapped, showing me her drawings of fashion designs. “Clothes have changed loads since 1900. Women still wore long dresses then. And Mum said that when girls started wearing mini-skirts in the 1960s, it caused a real stir. There must have been loads of changes in between.”

Fliss did have a point.

“Drawing dollies, are we?” Emma Hughes sidled across and peered over Fliss’s shoulder.

“No I’m not!” snapped Fliss, and covered her work with her arm.

“What are you doing, Thomas? The development of experiments using dolls?” asked Emily Berryman.

They both giggled in that stupid way they have.

“And what are you doing? The history of not doing any work, as usual,” Kenny sneered. “You haven’t even got anything out of your bags yet.”

“We’re just going to look at some books!” Emma ‘the Queen’ Hughes said crossly, and they both stalked past us to the book corner.

We settled down again and made loads of lists. Nearly everything we could think of that was important in our lives had been invented since 1900. We looked things up in books and on the computer, and the time flashed past. We even talked about the work over break too, which is very unusual for us. Well, the rest of us talked about it – Kenny didn’t. She kept trying to see whether the M&Ms had their bags with them. They didn’t.

When we got back into the classroom after break, Mrs Weaver said that she wanted some idea of what we would all be contributing to our play. I could see the M&Ms huddled together with their cronies. They kept flashing looks over to our table, then whispering and giggling together.

“Well, what are we going to do?” I asked the others. “Any ideas?”

“Fashion!” Fliss piped up. “Please let’s! It’d be dead cool.”

“I don’t want to get involved in a stupid fashion show!” grumbled Kenny.

“It won’t be a fashion show, it’s history. Please, pretty please!” Fliss pleaded.

The rest of us looked at each other.

“Oh all right!” we agreed, but Kenny looked pretty disgusted.

“Right then, who’s going to start?” asked Mrs Weaver.

Emma Hughes stuck up her hand and started waving it about. She always has to get noticed. And with Mrs Weaver, it usually works.

“Yes, Emma, what have you got planned?”

“Well, we thought we’d trace the history of fashion since 1900,” she said, ever so sweetly.

“But that’s what we were going to do!” squealed Fliss. “That’s not fair, she’s copied us!”

Poor Fliss was quite red in the face and angry.

“Now, Felicity, there are lots of exciting ideas to cover,” soothed Mrs Weaver. “I’ll give your group a few more minutes to think of another topic. Well done, Emma, that’s a splendid idea.”

I thought Fliss was going to cry, I really did. Especially when we turned round and saw the stupid M&Ms and their awful cronies grinning at us.

“We’ll get you!” Kenny mouthed to them menacingly.

“What should we do?” I whispered to the others.

“What about television and radio – stuff like that?” suggested Rosie.

But just then Ryan Scott announced that they were covering television.

“I don’t believe it!” grumbled Rosie.

“What about computers, then?” I suggested.

“OK!” the others agreed, but you could tell that they weren’t very enthusiastic.

“We’re going to look at the way computers have altered our lives,” piped up Kevin Green, who’s a real swot.

We all groaned. Mrs Weaver thought that we were being rude about Kevin Green and turned to us crossly.

“Well, Francesca, what is your group going to entertain us with?”

My mind went blank. I couldn’t think of a thing.

But then Kenny piped up, cool as you like, “We’re going to look at medical developments since 1900.”

“What?” shrieked Fliss. Blood and gore are just not her thing at all.

“It’ll be cool, Fliss, trust me!” Kenny grinned.

“Excellent!” smiled Mrs Weaver, clapping her hands. “Books out everyone, it’s time to do some maths!”

Kenny nudged me. “Watch this!” she hissed.

Everyone bent down into their bags…and a few seconds later, there was this terrifying scream! Emma Hughes ran for the door with awful slime dripping from her hands. Her friend wasn’t far behind.

We immediately turned to Kenny.

“Wicked, isn’t it? I made up some of our sleepover slime last night,” she whispered, grinning madly. “And it was great because it felt just like snot. But the best bit is, I added some of Merlin’s droppings as well!”

Fliss shuddered. She hates even the thought of Kenny’s pet rat.

“That’s gross!”

“And you poured it into the M&Ms’ bags?” squeaked Lyndz. “Fab!”

Mrs Weaver had gone to investigate. When she came back into the classroom, she was mega mad. And so were the M&Ms, who were following behind her.

“I hope that no one in here is responsible for that ridiculous prank,” Mrs Weaver barked.

We all looked suitably shocked.

“Because I warn you, I’m going to come down like a ton of bricks if I find anybody engaged in such childish behaviour.”

I swear that she looked right at Kenny as she said that. But Kenny just nodded in a really serious way, like she was agreeing with everything Mrs Weaver said. She’s got a nerve, that girl!

When we were finally getting on with our work, Rosie whispered:

“We haven’t had a slime-fest like that at our sleepovers for ages. We ought to do it at our next one!”

And then I remembered. We hadn’t actually planned our next sleepover. And it was going to be the BIG ONE – our New Year’s Eve sleepover! I couldn’t believe that those stupid M&Ms had made us forget about it! I felt all excited at the thought. But of course, I didn’t know then just how exciting it was going to turn out to be!