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Suddenkeely it was Monday morning and we were all standing in the playground at school.

‘First things first,’ I said, clapping my hands together. ‘We need a team name.’

‘Ooh you should be good at this Bazzy,’ said Shaz. ‘You’re always coming up with stupid names for stuff !’

‘Thank you Sharonella,’ I said, thinking back on all the amazekeel names I’ve come up with since I’ve been alive, including for my nine hamsters, all of which are now comperleeterly dead.

‘How about The Darrens?’ said Darren, and I scoffed.

‘Nice try, Darrenofski,’ I said. ‘But no banana.’

‘Gordon’s Giants?’ said Gordon, and Shazza shook her head.

‘That sounds exackerly like Green Giants,’ she said.

‘Yeah, expect it’s Gordon’s instead of Green,’ snapped Gordon.

‘Guys, guys, guys,’ I said in my Coach Loser voice, which is just my normal, regular voice. ‘Let’s try and support each other’s ideas, shall we?’

Bunky scratched his no-beard.

‘The Mogden Maniacs?’ he said, and I clicked my fingers.