“Umm,” whispered Ollie, barely audibly.
The zombie almost had him.
“Don't mumble,” he ordered.
“Crumble!” Ollie exclaimed.
“What?”
“Crumble. I was going to ask the Professor to sort something out. I would've told you, but you kept butting in.” Ollie breathed a vast sigh of relief.
“You are such a fibber,” said Stitches.
“I don't think so,” retorted Ollie. “So, if you guys want to get your bits together, I'll go and see the Prof.” He opened the door behind his desk and headed to the lab.
“You'll never get him,” said Ronnie.
“He's too devious,” added Ethan. “When was the last time that you ever heard of a vampire getting caught out, verbally or otherwise?”
“Only once I suppose,” said Stitches, resigned to coming off second best again. “There was that incident last year when Splat t
