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Оглавление‘Barry!’ cried Bunky as I walked into Mogden School Hall nine trillion hours later.
Coloured lights were flashing round the edge of the room and music was blaring out of two ginormous speakers. Balloons bounced around on the dance floor and a black box hanging off the ceiling pumped purple clouds of smoke into the air.
In the corner of the hall, standing behind a table, was Mrs Dongle the school secretary.
‘This is DJ Dongles coming at ya on the ones and twos!’ she warbled into a microphone.
Then she pressed a button on her music player and the Future Ratboy theme tune started playing through the speakers.
Future Ratboy, in case you didn’t know, is my all-time favourite TV show. It’s all about this kid who gets zapped to the future and transformed into a half boy, half rat, half TV.
‘Future Ratkeels!’ I cried, sticking my hand out in front of me like I was holding a dog lead, and I jiggled towards Bunky, my bum wagging like it had a tail.
‘What in the name of unkeelness are you doing, Barry?’ laughed Nancy Verkenwerken, who was standing next to Bunky.
‘It’s the Doggy Walk Wiggle!’ I said, skidding to a stop next to them both.
Nancy chuckled. ‘How’s the badgering going?’ she asked. I’d told her all about me badgering my mum for a sausage dog, of keelse.
‘Hasn’t worked yet unfortukeely,’ I said, my nose drooping.
Bunky patted me on the shoulder and grabbed a Cherry Fronkle from a pyramid of cans that’d been stacked up on a table.
‘Have a Fronkle instead,’ he said, like he’d bought it for me.
Just then, Anton Mildew marched past, doing his world famous robot dance. ‘MUST. DESTROY. ALL. BALLOONS,’ he bleeped, and Nancy chuckled.
I cracked my can of Fronkle open and took a sip. ‘Fancy a boogie, Bazza?’ said a familikeels voice.
I twizzled round and spotted Sharonella Sharalumbus from my class, standing three millimetres away from the end of my nose. Next to her was her friend Fay Snoggles.
‘NO WAY!’ I spluttered, Fronkle spraying all over her and Fay’s shoes.
Sharonella fluttered her eyelashes at me. ‘Lemme know if you change your mind,’ she said, dancing off, and I shuddered like a dog who’s just finished a wee.
