24
“We’re going to have ourselves one hell of a Ruckus!”
Zeb wasn’t sure exactly what to expect when he opened the door to his house, but if he were to have sat down and made a list of things he most certainly did not expect to see, it may well have looked something like this:
a flock of wereflamingos dancing on tabletops
a life-size sculpture of a hippopotamus made entirely of cheese
the Tooth Fairy playing chess with the Easter Bunny
a small mountain of green belly button lint
Mr Hemingdrake and his mother frantically working at a table covered in a collection of metal cogs, springs, bolts, fuses and gunpowder
Nonetheless, when he opened the door the last of these is exactly what greeted him.
“My dear boy you’re home at last!
Come, come we’ve much to do, we must act fast!”
Sar
