Narinder Dhami - Mega Sleepover 2

The Sleepover Club at Rosie’s

The Sleepover Club at Kenny’s

Starring the Sleepover Club

Rose Impey

Narinder Dhami

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Title Page Mega Sleepover Club 2 The Sleepover Club at Rosie’s The Sleepover Club at Kenny’s Starring the Sleepover Club Rose Impey Narinder Dhami

The Sleepover Club at Rosie’s

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

The Sleepover Club at Kenny’s

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

GoodBye

Starring the Sleepover Club

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

GoodBye

Have you been invited to all these sleepovers?

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About the Publisher

Oh, hi there. You haven’t seen my dog, Pepsi, have you? She’s gone missing. She’s a black spaniel. She’s escaped lots of times before and someone always brings her back. The trouble is that this time she’s in season and, if we don’t find her soon, you know what that could mean. My mum’s in a real razz with me! I didn’t mean to leave the front gate open.

The thing is, last week I had this big argument with her and Dad because they won’t let Pepsi have puppies. It’s bad enough they won’t let me have a brother or sister, now they won’t let the dog have a baby either!

So Mum thinks I let Pepsi out on purpose. Dad’ll go ballistic when he knows. It would have to happen just now, when I was in their good books for a change.

I know, why don’t you come with me to look for Pepsi, then I can tell you about our latest Sleepover Club adventure? That was all to do with pets. It was excellent. Come on, we’ll head for the park, that’s one of Pepsi’s favourite places, and I’ll tell you all about it on the way.

It all started with the Pet Show in the Village Hall. It was organised to raise money for an animal refuge and the whole Sleepover Club decided to enter. We first heard about it at Brownies a few weeks ago. We all go to Brownies, everyone in the Sleepover Club, even Fliss and Lyndz who are old enough to go up to Guides if they want to, but they’re waiting for the rest of us. We like to stick together. Can you remember who everyone is?

First there’s Laura Mackenzie – we call her Kenny. She’s my best friend.

Felicity Sidebotham – we call her Fliss. Oh boy, I’m glad I’m not called Sidebotham. She gets teased all the time.

Then there’s Lyndsey Collins – we call her Lyndz. It was Lyndz that got us into trouble this time, or at least her dog, Buster, did. He’s a menace.

And Rosie Cartwright. The sleepover was at Rosie’s, which was totally cool because she’s never let us stay at her place before and her house is perfect for sleepovers: big and old and a bit spooky.

That just leaves me – Francesca Theresa Thomas, but you can call me Frankie.

So, that’s all of us. Yeah, yeah, I know five’s not a good number, someone’s bound to get left out, but five’s how many there are, so that’s that.

Now, back to the story. Brown Owl showed us some posters about the Pet Show and asked us each to take one home and put it up somewhere. She said she wanted all of us who have pets to go in for it as part of our Pet Lovers Badge. I couldn’t wait to ask Mum and Dad if I could take Pepsi. I was sure I’d win, but then so were all the others. And the trouble was three of us have dogs. We started arguing straight away, as soon as Brown Owl had finished.

“Buster’s so smart he’s bound to win,” said Lyndz. She’s got this weird little Jack Russell terrier, he’s absolutely mad. You should see him.

“Dream on,” I said. “He’s not that smart and he won’t beat Pepsi. She’s so cute.”

“Well,” said Rosie, “Jenny’s smart and she’s cute.”

Which is true. Jenny’s a mongrel, but she’s got a lot of sheepdog in her. Her coat’s really shiny, black and white and she’s got a wonderful big tail. And she’s clever, too. So that made me mad. But Fliss made me even madder.

“Well, you can’t all win,” she said, smiling.

“Oh, very good,” I said. “Now tell us something we don’t know.”

“I might win,” said Kenny.

Kenny doesn’t have a dog, although she’d love one, but she’s had loads of other pets. She had a hamster once, and a rabbit, but they both died. And a cat called Tinkerbell, which ran away, and a bird called Bobby which flew out of the window, and a goldfish, which the cat ate before she ran away. She’s not had much luck so far.

Now she’s got a big white rat called Merlin. She says he’s mega-intelligent and she’s training him, but he doesn’t seem to have learnt much! There’s something about the way Kenny lets him sit on her shoulder that gives me the heebie-jeebies.

Kenny’s sister, Molly the Monster, shares a bedroom with Kenny and she hates rats, so Merlin has to live in the garage. I know Kenny’s my best friend and everything but, to be honest, I agree with Molly; I wouldn’t want to sleep in a room with a rat either.

The Pet Show wasn’t only for dogs, of course, you could take other pets. On the poster it said there were prizes in each different class: hamsters, rabbits, cats, and lots of others, but there was no mention of rats!

“It’s not fair,” said Kenny. “What about Merlin?”

“Don’t worry, Laura,” said Brown Owl. “I’ll find out if rats are allowed.”

So that just left Fliss, who was a real problem, because Fliss doesn’t have a pet at all, apart from her goldfish, Bubbles. And you can’t do much with a goldfish, can you?

“It’s just not fair,” she said. “My mum’s so mean.”

Fliss’s mum is not mean, she’s just mega house-proud.

“You have loads of things we don’t have,” I reminded her. “You’ve got more clothes than Princess Di for a start.”

“And toys…” said Lyndz.

“And CDs…” said Kenny.

“OK, OK, but I haven’t got a pet to take to the Pet Show and you lot have.”

Which was true and we couldn’t seem to think of a way round it. Anyway, there was no point in us arguing about which one of us was going to win because we already knew who would. You didn’t have to be a genius to work that out.

“The dreaded M&Ms,” said Kenny. We all made being-sick noises.

It was lunchtime and we were sitting on the steps in the studio at school with just the spotlights on. We were supposed to be working on a dance routine for assembly but we were having a rest.

“Why would they win?” said Rosie. She’s new to our school, so she doesn’t know all about the M&Ms yet.

“Because they win everything,” said Fliss.

Have I told you about the M&Ms? They’re in our class at school and, as if that isn’t bad enough, they go to Brownies as well. Their real names are Emma Hughes and Emily Berryman, but we call them the M&Ms. Or sometimes The Queen and The Goblin. I’ll tell you why:

Emma Hughes is tall and soppy and really annoying, but she’s everybody’s favourite: our teacher’s, the headteacher’s, the dinner ladies’, Brown Owl’s, Snowy Owl’s… And all the boys like her. She always gets the best marks and gold stars and wins competitions like the Brownie Cook’s Challenge and gets picked to be milk monitor and take the register. She is so stuck up. That’s why we call her The Queen.