Sorrel Anderson - The Clumsies make a Mess of the Big Show

‘Ah, shut up,’ said the trolley.

‘Ooh, I say,’ said the lift. ‘Don’t you take that tone of voice with me.’

CLATTER! went the trolley.

WHOOSH! went the lift. ‘Think you’re fast?’ it said. ‘I’ll give you fast.’

‘EEEEEP!’ went the mice.

CLACK!

went the trolley.

WHOOSH! went the lift.

‘I think I’m going to be sick,’ said Mickey Thompson.

‘Oo-err,’ said the lift. ‘Not in here, lovey, please. See what you’ve done to him?’ it said to the trolley. ‘Gone all green, he has.’

‘Me?’ said the trolley. ‘You, more like; all that WHOOSHing.’

‘Whatever were you thinking of, you mice?’ said the lift. ‘You don’t want to go riding about in that clacketty old thing.’

‘Oh-ho!’ said the trolley. ‘Look who’s talking!’

‘He’s bonkers, you know,’ whispered the lift.

CLATTER!

went the trolley.

‘Err, the thing is,’ said Purvis, quickly, ‘we wanted to see the not-Christmas tree.’

‘Are you sure?’ said the lift.

‘Yes, please,’ said Purvis. ‘So could you take us there?’

‘YEAH! COME ON!’ shouted the trolley. ‘ TEN. NINE.’

‘Oh leave off, do,’ said the lift. ‘You’re putting me in a tither.’

‘EIGHT. SEVEN,’ shouted the trolley.

‘Oo-err,’ juddered the lift.

‘What is it?’ said Purvis.

‘He’s upset me workings,’ said the lift, juddering harder. ‘ Hold on! ’

‘OHH

HHHH!’

shouted

everyone

as they

shot

downwards

very fast.

‘AAAAGGHH!’

shouted

everyone

as

they shot

upwards

very fast.

‘E E E E E E EEE !’

shouted

everyone

as

they

p

l

u

m

m

e

t

e

d.

There was a bump, and a ping, and the mice were

catapulted out of the lift and on to the tree.

through the air and high on the tree.

‘Oo, I say,’ called the lift. ‘I’m ever so sorry.’

‘I’m off,’ said the trolley, clattering away down a corridor. ‘You’re dangerous, you are.’

‘GET LOST, BONKERS,’ shouted the lift, after it.

‘Yeep!’ squeaked Mickey Thompson. ‘It’s a bit sharp.’

‘Ye-yeep!’ squeaked Purvis, in agreement. ‘It’s these pine needles.’

‘I’m all tangled up,’ said Mickey

Thompson,yanking a piece of tinsel.

‘Don’t squirm,’ said Purvis. ‘The more you wriggle, the more you’ll get spiked.’

‘YOUCH,’ shouted Mickey Thompson. ‘I WANT TO GET OFF.’

‘Shoosh,’ said Purvis. ‘Someone’ll hear.’

‘Good,’ said Mickey Thompson. ‘Then they can come and unhook me.’

‘Yes, and then what?’ said Purvis. ‘Just hush. I’m trying to think.’

‘Think faster,’ said Mickey Thompson.

‘What are you doing now?’ said Purvis. ‘Stop it.’

‘I’m not doing anything,’ said Mickey Thompson.

‘Well, what’s that swishing noise?’ said Purvis, and they peered upwards.

‘It’s a small plastic girl,’ said Mickey Thompson, ‘in a huge dress and wings.’

They watched as the plastic girl bustled down from branch to branch.

‘Hello,’ said Purvis, once she’d arrived.

‘What are you doing on my tree?’ replied the girl.

‘We’re stuck,’ said Purvis. ‘Can you help?’

‘Have you got permission to be on here?’ said the girl.

‘Err, no,’ said Purvis, ‘but we weren’t expecting. . . ’

‘You’re not allowed on here without permission,’ said the girl. ‘It’s against the rules.’

‘Says who?’ said Mickey Thompson.

‘Says me,’ said the girl, tapping a cardboard badge on the front of her dress. It had the words ‘in charge’ written on it in green crayon.

‘You made that badge yourself,’ said Mickey Thompson.

‘No, I didn’t,’ said the girl, pushing.

‘Don’t push,’ said Mickey Thompson, pushing back. The tree started shaking.

‘So what should we do?’ Purvis asked the girl, quickly.

‘Get off,’ said the girl.

‘We can’t. We’re all caught up,’ said Purvis. He wriggled to demonstrate and the tree lurched suddenly sideways.

‘Oh, I’m going to be sick, I’m going to be sick,’ groaned Mickey Thompson.

‘Not on here you don’t,’ said the girl, grabbing him. ‘It’s against the rules.

‘Can we have a look at these rules?’ asked Purvis.

‘No,’ said the girl. ‘It’s against—’

‘Please,’ said Purvis, ‘we could be stuck on here for ages so—’

‘WHAT?’ squawked the girl and Mickey Thompson together.

‘So if we could read them we’d know what not to do,’ said Purvis. ‘Which would mean less trouble for you.’

‘Oh, all right,’ said the girl. ‘Wait here.’ She let go of Mickey Thompson and started to clamber back up the branches.

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