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‘Psst, Bunky! My mum and dad said you and Nancy could come to our caravan in Plonkton this weekend!’ I blurted as fast as possible so Miss Spivak wouldn’t hear.

Bunky turned his head round all slowly, so Miss Spivak wouldn’t see. ‘Shhh!’ he whispered, then he smiled at Nancy, who was too busy reading her kitten book to take any notice.

‘But . . .’ I whispered, and my but floated round the classroom like a butterfly chopped in half.

I knew Bunky wanted a scratch-and-sniff sticker, but this was ridiculoserous.

‘Did you hear what I just said?’ I said, which is what I say when I can’t believe someone hasn’t heard what I’ve just said.

‘I heard you loud and clear, Bazza!’ whisper-squawked an annoying noise from the table next to me. I swivelled my eyeballs to the left and saw Sharonella batting her eyelids at me.

‘You can take me to Plonkton any time!’ she grinned, looking at my nose, which was sticking out of my face, trying not to smell her perfume.

‘IT’S JUST A NORMAL NOSE!’ I shouted, an excitement blowoff from earlier popping out as an extra-loud annoyance fart, and I turned back to Bunky. ‘HELLO-O?’ I boomed, knocking on his head like it was a front door. ‘ANY-BODY HO-OME?’

Miss Spivak stopped calling out the register and pointed her pointiest finger at me. ‘That’s it Loser, outside NOW!’ she screeched.

I stood up and looked at Bunky sitting there all goody-goodily, trying to impress Nancy.

‘BAD DOGGY!’ I said, wagging my finger at him, and I stormed out of the classroom.