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Kenny can’t earn extra pocket money washing up or drying the pots either, because they’ve got a dishwasher. She used to be able to earn a bit extra if she loaded it for her mum, but not any more. Last summer they had this big birthday barbecue and Kenny loaded it with paper plates which disintegrated and blocked up the outlet and they had to call a plumber.

“How was I to know?” she said. “They were dead cute plates, with shells and fish on. I thought you’d want to use them again.”

“Not much chance of that, now they’re sandblasted onto the sides of the dishwasher,” her dad yelled at her.

Anyway since then she hasn’t been allowed to do any jobs in the kitchen.

Helping out in the garden was another idea, but there’s not much to do in December. And Kenny’s dad said he had no intention of spring cleaning their garage at this time of year just to please us. So that was that. Back to the drawing board, as my dad says.

“What about washing cars?” Kenny suggested at last.

“That’s the first sensible idea you’ve had,” I said. “Whose shall we start on?”

We started on my mum’s VW and we were just in the middle of doing it when Lyndz came round on her mountain bike. We’re usually dead pleased to see Lyndz but this time we weren’t, for obvious reasons.

“Hiya. What’re you doing?” she said.

“Crocheting a pair of mittens for the dog!” I said. “What does it look like?”

Lyndz grinned. “Can I help?”

Kenny and I looked down at our feet and sighed. We were both hoping she wouldn’t ask that. My mum had agreed to pay Kenny and me 50p each, if we did a good job and didn’t leave too much mess. We’d been really sensible and we’d nearly finished, so we didn’t want to have to share it with Lyndz. But we both felt really mean leaving her out.

“OK,” I said. “But no water fights, or else.” I don’t know why I even bothered saying that. When Kenny and Lyndz get together they always go bananas. Like that time they had a shopping trolley race in the supermarket and knocked down a humungous stack of bottles of mineral water.

Fortunately, this time Mum didn’t go too mad because it was only soapy water they were throwing around and they got most of it over themselves. In fact she gave us all 50p and an ice lolly each.

After that we all cycled round to Kenny’s house and persuaded her mum to let us clean her Fiesta. And then Kenny’s next-door neighbour, Bert, who’s really nice, said we could do his. We didn’t charge him as much because he’s a pensioner. But by the end of the afternoon we’d each made $1.25.

“This is great,” said Kenny. “We’ll soon be rich.”

“How do you make that out?” I said. “My mum won’t have her car cleaned again for months.” And I knew my dad wouldn’t let us loose on his BMW, he’s too proud of it.

“We’ll ask the other neighbours,” she said. “Down your road and in our close.”

“What? You mean knock on people’s doors?”

“We’ll put a note through their letter boxes, like a proper business.”

“Are you mad?” I said.

“I think it’s a great idea,” said Lyndz. So that was it. I was outvoted, which was a bit off since I was the one who’d started it all. But that was only the beginning. On Monday morning, when old Bossyboots Fliss heard about it, she took over straight away.

“Listen, I’ve got a great idea: we can print the notices out on Frankie’s computer,” she said, “so we look really professional.”

“We?” I said. “Since when did you need to earn any money? You’re loaded already.”

“Well, I’m not,” said Rosie. “I could do with earning some money before Christmas. Adam wants a new game for his computer and I said I’d give Tiff something towards it.” Adam is Rosie’s brother, he’s computer-mad. And Tiff is Rosie’s older sister. She’s fifteen and she works after school in the local supermarket, so she could afford it on her own really.

“Listen,” said Kenny. “If we do it together and get properly organised, we’ll be much quicker, so we’ll do more cars, so we’ll earn more money, so there’ll be enough for all of us.”

“Yeah,” said Lyndz. “And it’ll be more fun, if it’s all five of us.”

I nodded. I supposed she was right. But I had a funny feeling that things were already getting out of hand. It felt like another of those times when, as my gran says, it would all end in tears.

After school everyone came round to my house and we went up to my bedroom. I’m not supposed to have friends round after school, I’m supposed to go next door to Auntie Joan’s until my mum and dad get home from work, and watch TV with the gruesome Nathan. He’s not my cousin, thank goodness. And Joan’s not my real auntie, I just call her that. But she’s a good sport and she said that just this once we could go up and play on my computer, and she’d look in on us and bring us some cookies, when they came out of the oven.

“You’re the best,” I said and gave her a hug.

“Make sure you’re sensible,” she warned us and she gave me our front door key.

We threw our coats on my bed and I turned on my computer.

“OK. What shall we call ourselves?” said Fliss.

“Call ourselves?”

“Yeah. You need a catchy name, so people remember it.”

“What about, Sleepover Club Car Wash,” said Lyndz.

“That’s no good,” said Kenny. “It sounds as if we’ll be going to sleep on the job.”

“I know,” said Fliss, “Al Car Cleaners. That way we’ll get to be first in the phone book. Andy told me lots of businesses do that.” Andy is sort of Fliss’s step-dad and he’s a plumber so I suppose he should know.

“Get a life,” I said. “We’re never going to get in the phone book.”

“We’ve got to think big,” said Kenny. But even she could see that was a stoopid idea.

In the end, we called ourselves: Five Star Car Wash which was much better, because there are five of us and five star means the best. You can probably guess whose idea that was! No, it wasn’t Fliss’s, actually. It was mine, thank you very much.

This is what our notice looked like:

At first we couldn’t agree how much we should charge. We finally settled on $1.50, which seemed a lot, but we had to share it between five. Still, as Kenny had said, we’d be able to clean more cars so we’d earn more in the long run.

Then we printed off half the notices for Kenny’s close, with her name and address on the bottom and the other half for my road with my name on the bottom.

“We can start on Fliss’s street later,” I said.

“If we’re not too busy,” said Kenny.

We were really excited. Before they left, everyone helped me post the notices through all the doors in my road. We rushed to get them done, before my mum and dad came home.

I know! You needn’t look like that. I wasn’t going to keep it a secret forever; I did intend telling them. I just thought I’d wait for the right moment… when they were both in a good mood… tomorrow, perhaps… or the next day.

And it wasn’t easy, not to tell them, because that night I was nearly bursting to. I lay in bed planning all the things I’d buy when I was rich. And I probably would have been, if Molly the Monster hadn’t stuck her nose in where it didn’t belong.