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‘Can I PER-LEASE tell you my amazekeel news now?’ I said, once we’d all run up the street and got on the scratched-up old bus.

‘If you have to,’ said Shazza, as the bus’s exhaust pipe did a blowoff and we finally started our journey to Hokum City.

All five of us – me, Bunky, Nancy, Darren and Sharonella – were sitting on the back seat, which everyone knows is where the keel people sit.

‘Well,’ I said, and they all leaned in. ‘It just so happens I know a little fact about the TV studio we’re going to!’

‘What is it, Barry?’ burped Darren. ‘Not that I care.’

I stared out of the window, letting my loserish friends wait for their leader to speak.

Even in the bright morning sun the shops on Mogden High Street looked comperleeterly loserish and grey compared to the glistening skyscrapers we were about to see in Hokum City.

‘Are any of you lot members of the Future Ratboy Fan Club?’ I asked.

Darren and Sharon shook their heads. ‘I’m Chairman of the Fronkle Appreciation Society though,’ grinned Darren.

‘How many members has it got?’ asked Nancy.

‘Just the one,’ said Darren, pulling a shiny new can out of his bag and cracking it open.

‘Bunky?’ I said, raising my eyebrows.

‘Errr, I forgot to renew my membership,’ said Bunky, looking all guilty.

‘Shame on you, Nigel Zuckerberg,’ I said, which is Bunky’s real name. He comperleeterly hates it and I only use it when he’s been an extremely naughty doggy. ‘Give me a quadruple-reverse, upside-down salute – on the double!’

‘You two are weird,’ burped Darren, watching Bunky do his salute.

‘Nancy,’ I said. ‘How about you?’

‘I LIKE Future Ratboy,’ she said. ‘But not THAT much.’

‘Fair enoughkeels,’ I said, pulling the Future Ratboy Fan Club Magazine out of my rucksack. ‘Now, are you ready to hear something that’ll blow your tiny little minds?