said, rescuing the pillow. ‘But the real secret to pillow plumping is to fluff them up without destroying them. Watch this.’
Dr Trifle held up the pillow at one end of the machine and two mechanical arms shot out, grabbing it around the middle. He then pushed a button and the pillow was carried through the machine. All the way, arms like people-arms prodded and poked and slapped and spanked the pillow until it came out the end of the machine all nicely plumped.
‘Me! Me! Me!’ Willy squealed. ‘That was fun! I want to do it!’
‘All right, Willy,’ Dr Trifle said. ‘But don’t gettoo close to the machine. We wouldn’t want you to get plumped now, would we?’
Willy held up another pillow and the arms reached out and grabbed it. Then he pushed the START button, sending the pillow through the machine.
‘It’s spanking it!’ Willy cried. ‘The arms are spanking it all over. I have to do another one! I have to!’
‘In the morning,’ Dr Trifle said. ‘It’s time for bed now.’
In the middle of the night Selby crawled out from behind the workbench and crept quietly into the kitchen.
‘How am I going to hide from that minimonster?’ he asked himself. ‘The only safe time to come out is in the middle of the night. If I have to dodge him for a whole week, I’ll starve! If only I could find a way to get him to go home early.’
Selby was just grabbing his first Dry-Mouth Dog Biscuit when he noticed a string tied to the bowl that led up and up to the ceiling above. Something was moving up there, quivering inthe darkness, something that Selby’s tired brain didn’t quite recognise until it was too late.
‘Oh, no!’ Selby thought as the mysterious object dropped over him. ‘Willy’s lion tamer’s net!’
Just then, Willy jumped out of the shadows.
‘Gotcha now you poop-head!’ he cried. ‘Now you talk to Willy!’
‘I can’t believe it,’ Selby thought. ‘The kid’s been lying in wait for me all night!’
‘You talk to Willy! ‘Willy demanded again.
‘He’s got to be joking,’ Selby thought. ‘All I have to do is to wake up Dr Trifle and when he sees that Willy’s captured me with this stupid net, the kid will be in deep, deep strife.’
Selby barked and yelped and howled until his throat was sore.
‘It’s no use,’ he thought. ‘Dr Trifle could sleep through a cyclone.’
‘I’m gonna put you in the machine and plump you,’ Willy said suddenly, as he dragged Selby into the workroom.
Selby gasped as the arms of the Power-Paddled-Pillow-Plump er grabbed him, net and all.
‘You have to tell my uncle you can talk,’Willy said, ‘or I’m going to plump you. You talk or I’m going to push the button.’
‘Yikes!’ Selby thought, as Willy’s hand went for the START button. ‘He can’t be serious! He couldn’t do it! He
wouldn’t
do it! Uh-oh, I think he’s going to do it!’
‘Okay, Willy,’ Selby blurted out, ‘you win.’
‘You talked! You talked! ‘Willy squealed.
‘Of course I talked,’ Selby said. ‘Wake up Dr Trifle and I’ll confess. Go ahead, bring him in here.’
‘Goody goody! ‘Willy cried. ‘I’ll go get him.’
Willy started for the door and then suddenly turned around.
‘You’re trying to trick me, you sneaky dumbo dog,’ he said. ‘I know what you’re going to do. I get my uncle and you don’t talk and then he gets mad at me for catching you.’
‘The kid’s not as dumb as he looks,’ Selby thought. ‘Almost — but not quite.’
‘Okay,’ Selby said aloud, ‘what do I have to do to get out of here?’
‘You write it down.’
‘What are you talking about — “write it down"? Write
what
down?’
Willy dashed out of the room and returned with a pad of paper and a pencil, handing them to Selby through the net.
‘You write that you talk, you stinky dog!’
‘Oh, I see,’ Selby said. ‘You want me to write a confession.’
‘You write, now! ‘Willy said, reaching for the START button.
‘Steady
Dr Trifle held up the pillow at one end of the machine and two mechanical arms shot out, grabbing it around the middle. He then pushed a button and the pillow was carried through the machine. All the way, arms like people-arms prodded and poked and slapped and spanked the pillow until it came out the end of the machine all nicely plumped.
‘Me! Me! Me!’ Willy squealed. ‘That was fun! I want to do it!’
‘All right, Willy,’ Dr Trifle said. ‘But don’t gettoo close to the machine. We wouldn’t want you to get plumped now, would we?’
Willy held up another pillow and the arms reached out and grabbed it. Then he pushed the START button, sending the pillow through the machine.
‘It’s spanking it!’ Willy cried. ‘The arms are spanking it all over. I have to do another one! I have to!’
‘In the morning,’ Dr Trifle said. ‘It’s time for bed now.’
In the middle of the night Selby crawled out from behind the workbench and crept quietly into the kitchen.
‘How am I going to hide from that minimonster?’ he asked himself. ‘The only safe time to come out is in the middle of the night. If I have to dodge him for a whole week, I’ll starve! If only I could find a way to get him to go home early.’
Selby was just grabbing his first Dry-Mouth Dog Biscuit when he noticed a string tied to the bowl that led up and up to the ceiling above. Something was moving up there, quivering inthe darkness, something that Selby’s tired brain didn’t quite recognise until it was too late.
‘Oh, no!’ Selby thought as the mysterious object dropped over him. ‘Willy’s lion tamer’s net!’
Just then, Willy jumped out of the shadows.
‘Gotcha now you poop-head!’ he cried. ‘Now you talk to Willy!’
‘I can’t believe it,’ Selby thought. ‘The kid’s been lying in wait for me all night!’
‘You talk to Willy! ‘Willy demanded again.
‘He’s got to be joking,’ Selby thought. ‘All I have to do is to wake up Dr Trifle and when he sees that Willy’s captured me with this stupid net, the kid will be in deep, deep strife.’
Selby barked and yelped and howled until his throat was sore.
‘It’s no use,’ he thought. ‘Dr Trifle could sleep through a cyclone.’
‘I’m gonna put you in the machine and plump you,’ Willy said suddenly, as he dragged Selby into the workroom.
Selby gasped as the arms of the Power-Paddled-Pillow-Plump er grabbed him, net and all.
‘You have to tell my uncle you can talk,’Willy said, ‘or I’m going to plump you. You talk or I’m going to push the button.’
‘Yikes!’ Selby thought, as Willy’s hand went for the START button. ‘He can’t be serious! He couldn’t do it! He
wouldn’t
do it! Uh-oh, I think he’s going to do it!’
‘Okay, Willy,’ Selby blurted out, ‘you win.’
‘You talked! You talked! ‘Willy squealed.
‘Of course I talked,’ Selby said. ‘Wake up Dr Trifle and I’ll confess. Go ahead, bring him in here.’
‘Goody goody! ‘Willy cried. ‘I’ll go get him.’
Willy started for the door and then suddenly turned around.
‘You’re trying to trick me, you sneaky dumbo dog,’ he said. ‘I know what you’re going to do. I get my uncle and you don’t talk and then he gets mad at me for catching you.’
‘The kid’s not as dumb as he looks,’ Selby thought. ‘Almost — but not quite.’
‘Okay,’ Selby said aloud, ‘what do I have to do to get out of here?’
‘You write it down.’
‘What are you talking about — “write it down"? Write
what
down?’
Willy dashed out of the room and returned with a pad of paper and a pencil, handing them to Selby through the net.
‘You write that you talk, you stinky dog!’
‘Oh, I see,’ Selby said. ‘You want me to write a confession.’
‘You write, now! ‘Willy said, reaching for the START button.
‘Steady
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