Yesterday was the film that Mrs Hogsbum had promised us. We were so excited when we all trooped into the hall. Mr Widget had the DVD machine all set up and there was a big screen at the front. We weren’t going to miss a thing. Mrs Hogsbottom had gone on and on in assembly about how we were going to enjoy the film and anyone who didn’t would be breaking school rule no. 568 – Children must enjoy the exciting film that the head teacher is showing them – so Max and I were sure it was Spy-Boy and the Sharkmen from Jupiter. We were so sure that we’d invited the gargoylz to join us.
But when it started we realised that the film was all about fluffy animals who lived in a riverbank and went about in silly boats. It was so old that it was in black and white! And the animals were the worst actors in the history of worst actors! No wonder Mrs Hogsbottom didn’t stay to watch it.
And even worse, Mr Widget had told us that it lasted for two hours. Then I felt a stony paw tap me on the knee. It was Neb. He’d blended in with the wooden floor and come to find out why we’d invited all the gargoylz to see such a boring film.
I explained the mix up and he scampered away, telling me not to worry.
Max and I were just wondering if the clock had stopped when suddenly the picture on the screen flickered and Spy-Boy appeared. The gargoylz had secretly changed the DVDs and they had found Spy-Boy and the Sharkmen from Jupiter from somewhere. Everyone cheered. Mrs Hogsbottom poked her nose round the door and looked really happy because she thought we were cheering at the river animals. Luckily she didn’t turn to see what was on the screen which makes me even more sure that she couldn’t bear to watch the fluffy rats and was torturing us.
Anyway Spy-Boy and the Sharkmen from Jupiter was awesome. We were amazed that the gargoylz had managed to find a copy but it turned out that Toby had noticed it on the vicar’s TV table and had sneaked in to pinch it.
We’re off to give the gargoylz some cookies as a thank you.
Next week it’s the last week of term. We have six lovely long weeks of holiday to come. But before that, Miss Bleet wants our year to have an end of term concert and we’ve all got to do something. Max and I have got to get our thinking caps on. I’m sure the gargoylz will help out.