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‘Dr Smell isn’t waving – he’s trying to swat one of those insecty things away from his nose!’ I said.

Splorg stared at the insect, which was blue this time and even bitier-looking than the one before. ‘ANOTHER NOM NOM? IT’S AN INVASION!’ he screamed, running off and hiding behind a bollard.

‘NOT!’ screeched Not Bird, following him like a Floaty Note 6000, except brown and circle-shaped and more furry.

Twoface pointed his ray gun in the direction of the insect. ‘Stand back, Dr Smell!’ he shouted. ‘Take THIS, you naughty little NOM NOM!’

A jet of walnut and pavement flavour chocolate milk squirted past Dr Smell’s ear at the exact same second the Nom Nom sunk its teeth into the tip of his nose.

screamed Dr Smell.

‘NOM NOM!’ growled the Nom Nom, and before you could say a word that takes about three seconds to say, it’d pulled its teeth back out of Dr Smell’s nose and buzzed off.

‘Nice shot, Twoface!’ I laughed, as Jamjar ran up to Dr Smell.

‘Are you all right, Dr Smell?’ she said, peering at two tiny little bite marks just above his nostrils.

‘I-I think so, Jamjar,’ stuttered Dr Smell, dabbing his nose with a hanky. ‘Not very lucky with this thing, am I?’ he said, pointing at his hooter, and I rewound my brain to a few weeks earlier, when his nose had been chopped off and stolen by the evil Mr X.