Blu could hear a strange scratching and tapping sound coming from under the stairs at Sparkle Manor. “What on earth could that be?” she wondered as she looked up the phone number for the pest control people.

“Nooooo, don’t call Rentokil!” I called, “They pump all sorts of chemicals in here and it makes my skin go all scaly and makes Logan’s hair go all white and spiky.”

Logan and I had been sneaking home late one night and had fallen through a gap in the space time continuum which happened to be at the top of Blu’s stairs and now we were stuck in the space under the stairs.

“Shall I call the fire brigade to cut you out?” asked Blu.

“Don’t call them,” I called back, “They’ll make an horrendous mess. Stand back a bit I have a cunning plan! Everything will be all right”

“I’ll burn a hole in the side and let us out”

“Blimey! Call the fire brigade!” said Blu and Logan in unison.