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Amelia Fang and the Half-Moon Holiday. Laura Ellen Anderson
Читать онлайн.Название Amelia Fang and the Half-Moon Holiday
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isbn 9781405294140
Автор произведения Laura Ellen Anderson
Жанр Учебная литература
Серия The Amelia Fang Series
Издательство HarperCollins
Squashy bounced around in circles, waggling his stalk and squeaking in shared panic.
‘Do you mean this backpack, young Amelia?’ came a familiar voice from the bottom of the stairs.
Wooo, the most respected ghost butler in the Kingdom of the Dark, floated up towards them holding a round orange bag.
‘Oh, Wooo!’ said Amelia, running over to him. ‘You’re the best!’
‘I found it in the basement being cradled by a bogeyman. He’d adopted it as his pet.’ Wooo turned to the count and countess. ‘I’m afraid the bogeyman infestation is getting worse. We’ll need to move them on quickly otherwise they’ll start to take over the whole house. They’ll wear all your clothes, Countess, and then rip them up. For fun.’
Countess Frivoleeta looked as though she might faint, and her left eyeball was spinning around so quickly it was dangerously close to falling out.
‘It’s okay, my dearest little pus-fart. We’ll sort it.’ Count Drake nodded at Wooo and took a deep breath. ‘I’ll call the Bogey Busters tonight.’
With her pumpkin backpack filled to the brim, a few spare pairs of knickers (JUST IN CASE) and a very bouncy Squashy, Amelia kissed her mum and dad goodbye. She was so nervous, her tummy felt full of fluttering vampire moths. She’d never been away from home for this long before without her parents; not even when she ventured to Glitteropolis to find Tangine’s mum.
Countess Frivoleeta straightened Amelia’s Rainbow Rangers sash. ‘I expect this will be FULL of badges by the time you return.’ The countess smiled. ‘You’re going to have the best time.’
‘I hope so!’ said Amelia. ‘I’ll miss you and dad though.’
‘Oh, you’ll forget all about missing us when you’re having fun with your friends, my little toe-stopper,’ said Amelia’s mum. ‘You won’t want to come home!’
‘And don’t go eating anything you shouldn’t,’ said Count Drake.
Amelia giggled. ‘Don’t worry, Dad. I won’t. A Rainbow Ranger must always be prepared. Plus, our Ranger leaders, Ricky and Graham, will be looking after us the whole time.’
‘Well, you take care, my little pimple-popper.’ Her dad smiled and gave Amelia a squeeze. He opened the vine-covered door that revealed a misty Central Nocturnia Graveyard.
‘Right then,’ said Amelia. ‘My very first camping trip! This is going to be the best half-moon holiday ever!’
And with a wide-eyed Squashy tucked under one arm, she stepped into the gloomy haze.
Amelia felt the spongy ground of the graveyard beneath her feet and breathed in the crisp night air. Squashy pa-doinged around her ankles and bounced across to where a whole mishmash of excitable creatures were gathered; from zombies and yetis to ghosts, werewolves and serpents. At the front of the crowd were two large unicorns, each wearing a rainbow-coloured scarf tied around their necks and a peaked cap with a rainbow logo sewn on to the front.
‘Galloping gaffer tape!’ said one of the unicorns. ‘You see that tree there, Ricky?’
The unicorn called Ricky looked towards a blackened spiky tree. ‘Yeah, I see it, Graham . . .’
‘Well, don’t you think it looks a bit like me?’ said Graham.
‘Nah. I was thinking it looked much more like me actually. Bit broader in the shoulders, good set of elbows . . .’ Ricky paused, then added, ‘and bigger hooves.’
‘Well, it probably reminds both of you of, well, both of you,’ said Amelia as she approached. ‘It’s the famous Petrified-Tree-That-Looks-Like-a-Unicorn.’
Ricky and Graham looked at each other then said at the same time, ‘definitely looks more like me.’
Amelia giggled at the two unicorns. She had already met Ricky and Graham, back when they were unicorn guards in Glitteropolis. Since then, Ricky and Graham had quit their guard duties, moved to Nocturnia and started the Rainbow Rangers club.
‘Good to see you this fine half-moon holiday, Amelia Fang.’ Graham gave a dramatic bow as Amelia skipped backwards out of the way of his very sharp unicorn horn.
‘The half-moon holiday is my favourite time of year. Although it is the first time I’ve spent it away from home,’ said Amelia with a slightly nervous fang-filled smile.
‘Be brave, little Creature of the Dark,’ said Ricky, wagging a reassuring hoof in Amelia’s direction. ‘Rainbow Rangers look after each other so you will be fine. And besides, me and Graham have got big plans for this trip, you won’t have hardly any time at all to feel homesick!’
‘Oh, I sure hope so . . .’ whispered a high-pitched voice from behind Amelia.
‘Hi, Grimaldi!’ Amelia hugged the little grim reaper, who had floated up beside her. ‘I’m nervous too but I am so excited to go camping together. No school for a whole week!’
‘And no scraping small dead creatures off the streets!’ Grimaldi added, waving his scythe around. ‘My grimpapa will have to take care of that while I’m away.’ Grimaldi Reaperton was a tiny reaper who dealt with the deaths of small creatures around Nocturnia. And even though Death was his middle name, he was actually scared of almost everything.
Suddenly, a CRASH was heard as the ground burst open a few feet away from Amelia and Grimaldi. The little reaper shot a mile into the air and Squashy squeaked and bounced into Amelia’s arms for comfort. A gravestone went hurtling through the air, followed by a very confused zombie’s head.
‘My heeeeeeeeeeeeead !’ the head screeched, as it rolled away into the woods.
Where the grave once stood, a huge yeti, NOT to be confused with a beast, emerged.
‘IT’S THE ’ARF MOON ’OLIDAY!’ bellowed Florence Spudwick. ‘NO SCHOOOOOOL!’
‘Hi, Florence!’ replied Grimaldi and Amelia in unison.
Florence had been practising her pit digging every night. A super-special yeti skill, Florence had now mastered the art of digging her way around the city, creating her very own nifty network of underground tunnels – the latest of which ended right where the gravestone had once stood.
Prince Tangine La Floofle the First was the last of the Rainbow Rangers to arrive, accompanied by the loud PA-DOOFS of his genetically modified pet pumpkin, Pumpy.
‘Sorry I’m late,’ Tangine said with a sigh. ‘I HAD to apply my eyelid cream and let it dry before I could leave.’
Graham tapped his unicorn hooves impatiently and raised a sceptical eyebrow.
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