So much for that idea, he thought.
Flug pushed his way past them all and strode towards Mrs. Ladle.
“Me go. Me help, Oboe,” he announced.
“Okay, mate,” said Stitches to his friend's back. “We'll go with you to make sure she's alright.”
“No,” said the monster. “Just me. Me love Oboe. Me save her.”
“But…” started Ollie.
Flug thrust a finger at his own chest, a gesture that would've sent any of them flying backwards at a rate of knots. “Just me or me be angry,” he said matter of factly, and with such conviction that Ollie actually took a step back. The reanimate might very well be a gentle giant normally, but the prospect, however unlikely, of Flug losing his temper wasn't a pleasant one. It would like be trying to calm down an outraged Brontosaurus with a smile, a kind word and a pea s
