Mega Sleepover 1. Rose Impey

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      We usually wake up in the opposite order to the way we go to sleep. Lyndz is always awake first and once she’s awake, everyone’s awake. She’s the noisiest person alive. She was sleeping on the camp bed and every time she moved, it squeaked. And when she leant over to reach for her sleepover bag, the camp bed collapsed at one end and catapulted her out on the floor.

      So she woke us all up squealing and giggling. The next thing, she’d got the hiccups. When Lyndz gets hiccups, she really gets hiccups. She could get in the Guinness Book of Records for hiccups.

      We’ve tried all sorts of ways of curing her of them: a cold key down her back, giving her a fright, standing on her head – No, not us standing on her head! – wet flannels, pinching her nose, making her sing “God Save the Queen” backwards. But best of all is pressing down hard with your thumbs on the palm of her hand, while she holds her breath.

      But the minute you wake up in the morning is not a time when your brain is working well. So it took a bit longer than usual, and the longer the hiccups went on, the pinker Lyndz’s face got and the more she hiccuped. In the end I managed it with my magic thumbs, but some people are never grateful.

      “That really hurt,” she complained, rubbing her hand.

      “Oh, tell me about it,” I said. I thought my thumbs would never recover. Then I tripped over the camp bed, which folded under me, so I ended up on the floor too.

      Lyndz made the mistake of laughing. OK, I thought, payback time! And I picked up Stanley, who is my toughest bear.

      Teddy fights are one of our favourite things. Sometimes we use pillows, but the best fights are with squishy-poos. A squishy-poo is a sleeping bag filled with clothes and things, which you whack each other with while balancing on a bed. That’s one of our International Gladiator events. But you need plenty of room for that.

      When it’s a teddy fight, Stanley always wins because he’s stuffed really hard and he’s quite big. You can see the other bears tremble when they see him coming. Stanley is unbeatable.

      I could see Rosie watching us again, thinking definitely weird. But she’ll get used to us in time. Then my dad came in, so we had to stop.

      “When you’ve quite finished the demolition job, it’s time for breakfast,” he said.

      While we were getting ready, Rosie said, “Now tell me who Dishy Dave is.”

      “You know, he’s the new caretaker at school,” said Fliss, butting in before I could speak. “Dave’s great.”

      He is great. He used to drive a mobile library van before he came to our school. He’s quite young and we all like him because he doesn’t tell us off. He’s really nice to the infants. Sometimes, if they offer him a cup of tea, he sits down in the home corner with a crown on his head and pretends to be Prince Charles. He’s a good laugh.

      “Isn’t he married?”

      “I don’t think so,” said Fliss. “Why?”

      “He could go out with Brown Owl,” Rosie suggested.

      “What a brilliant idea!” said Fliss “Why didn’t I think of that?”

      “Probably because I thought of it first,” I said.

      “It was my idea,” Kenny muttered.

      “Rosie thought of it, actually,” said Fliss.

      “How would you know?” I said. “You were asleep, actually!”

      Things could have got difficult. Me and Fliss often get into arguments about who thought of something first, but then my mum called us for breakfast so that was that.

      But whoever’s idea it was, it spelled t-r-o-u-b-l-e. And we’d have been better off if nobody had thought of it. But you know Fliss, once she gets hold of an idea she won’t let go, especially if it’s got anything to do with weddings.

      “Just think,” she СКАЧАТЬ