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What Nancy’s trainer was doing

‘What in the name of unkeelness?’ I gasped, staring at Nancy’s left foot. ‘Your trainer - it’s . . . tapping to the music!’

‘Careful Nance,’ chuckled Gordon. ‘You’ll be dancing with Mildew next.’

Nancy rolled her eyes. ‘As if, Smugly,’ she said, and I tried to spot Bunky on the dance floor, but he’d disappeared behind a cloud of purple smoke.

Over on the other side of the room, Darren finished zipping his flies and looked up. Suddenly he froze - Sharonella was staring straight at him.

‘You’re mine, Darrenofski!’ she screeched over the top of Banana Moon, lassoing her invisible rope around his neck and starting to pretend-pull him towards her.

Darren started to edge backwards. He dropped his Fronkle can and a pink fizzy puddle spread out underneath his trainers.

‘Man down!’ cried Stuart, watching as Darren’s trotter slipped in the Fronkle.

He flapped his hands like a pig trying to fly and Sharonella whipped behind him, catching him in her arms.

A nose poked out of a purple cloud and Anton appeared at our table.

‘May I have the pleasure of this boogie?’ he said in his normal, loserish voice, and he shot his robot hand out to Nancy.

I peered down at Nancy’s tapping foot, then up to her smiling face.

‘Oh why the keelness not!’ she said, grabbing Anton’s hand and swooshing on to the dance floor.

‘Nancy!’ I cried, not that there was time for that - Fay was too busy zig-zagging up to my other best friend.

‘Bunky!’ I shouted. ‘Watch out, Snoggles is coming to get you!’

But Bunky just ignored me and started dancing with her.