knew he lived alone. Star had squeezed in through the cat flap
and opened the door. The three dogs stood in the hallway, nostrils twitching for
clues and their eyes making sense of the dark. ‘There’s no telling where
his security card will be,’ reminded Lara. ‘Let’s search the
ground floor first.’
Star took the lounge, silently sniffing
round the sofa and armchairs. Lara tiptoed into the dining room before exploring the
downstairs toilet. Predictably, Spud took the kitchen. He sniffed the fruit bowl and
the kitchen table. He snaffled a small piece of bacon that had fallen behind the
cooker.
Maybe he keeps his security card in the fridge
, thought the
sharp-minded pup. He leapt at the fridge door and it creaked open.
You never
know
,
he thought. A dim light lit up the kitchen. Spud spied some
cheese.
And some ham! And looky here … pickled onions! My
fave.
He carefully removed the jar from the
fridge and pushed the door shut. He unscrewed the
lid and stuck his paw into the cool vinegar. He was
drooling. Pickled onions had overtaken donuts as his absolute favourite food. He
popped a pickle into his mouth and crunched. His eyes went gaga as the tangy onion
exploded in his mouth.
But no sign of a security card
, he thought to
himself as he met his mum and his sister outside in the hallway. Lara looked
disapprovingly at her son’s jar of pickles. ‘Midnight snack,’ he
announced. ‘Spying burns up calories!’
The dogs crept upstairs. Logic said the
card and glass eye would be in Thomas’s bedroom so all three dogs nosed their
way in. The head of security was snoring gently. Lara tapped her paws along his
jacket pocket. ‘Bingo!’ she whined, jabbing a paw at the garment. Star
stuck her long nose in and pulled out the card.
Spud was over by the bed. Big red digits
said it was 11.56.
Nearly midnight.
Time for another snack
, he grinned, tossing a pickle into his mouth.
There it is
, he thought, spotting the glass beside the bed. It was dark
but his keen doggie eyesight picked out the round outline of the glass eye, keeping
moist in a glass of water. The puppy jabbed his vinegary paw into
the jar and slithered it around after the eye.
Gotcha!
thought the puppy.
And, just so he doesn’t wake up
and notice, I’ll replace it with a pickled onion.
He plopped an
eye-sized pickle into the glass and retreated to the landing.
Star held up the card, Spud the glass
eye.
‘Phase one accomplished,’
whined Lara as the dogs made their escape.
11. Museum Mayhem
It was a few minutes past midnight, but
London was still buzzing although the museum was in darkness. ‘There should be
nobody in there,’ said the professor, ‘except two security guards. This
security card and eye will give us access to the CCTV control room. And from there
we can monitor the whole building. If Big is going to break in, we’ll be able
to track his every move and corner him as soon as he’s got hold of the mummy.
He’ll be caught red-handed! And, even better, we’ll have him on
film.’
The professor approached the back door
of the museum. He looked around nervously as he inserted the security card into the
slot. A green light lit up and the lock was deactivated. Lara nosed the door open
and the professor was just about to follow her inside when three children
emerged from the shadows.
‘Don’t forget us,’ piped up Ollie, scampering towards the open
door. The professor nearly dropped the card in surprise. ‘Oliver,’ he
began. ‘And Benjamin and Sophie. What on earth are you doing here?’
‘What do you think?’ beamed
Ollie. ‘Ben says you’re having an adventure. And we always share
adventures with you.’
‘Well, you jolly well can’t
share this one,’ hissed the scientist. ‘It’s top secret. And
dangerous. And your mother would kill me if she found out.’ The professor was
sweating. He couldn’t let the
and opened the door. The three dogs stood in the hallway, nostrils twitching for
clues and their eyes making sense of the dark. ‘There’s no telling where
his security card will be,’ reminded Lara. ‘Let’s search the
ground floor first.’
Star took the lounge, silently sniffing
round the sofa and armchairs. Lara tiptoed into the dining room before exploring the
downstairs toilet. Predictably, Spud took the kitchen. He sniffed the fruit bowl and
the kitchen table. He snaffled a small piece of bacon that had fallen behind the
cooker.
Maybe he keeps his security card in the fridge
, thought the
sharp-minded pup. He leapt at the fridge door and it creaked open.
You never
know
,
he thought. A dim light lit up the kitchen. Spud spied some
cheese.
And some ham! And looky here … pickled onions! My
fave.
He carefully removed the jar from the
fridge and pushed the door shut. He unscrewed the
lid and stuck his paw into the cool vinegar. He was
drooling. Pickled onions had overtaken donuts as his absolute favourite food. He
popped a pickle into his mouth and crunched. His eyes went gaga as the tangy onion
exploded in his mouth.
But no sign of a security card
, he thought to
himself as he met his mum and his sister outside in the hallway. Lara looked
disapprovingly at her son’s jar of pickles. ‘Midnight snack,’ he
announced. ‘Spying burns up calories!’
The dogs crept upstairs. Logic said the
card and glass eye would be in Thomas’s bedroom so all three dogs nosed their
way in. The head of security was snoring gently. Lara tapped her paws along his
jacket pocket. ‘Bingo!’ she whined, jabbing a paw at the garment. Star
stuck her long nose in and pulled out the card.
Spud was over by the bed. Big red digits
said it was 11.56.
Nearly midnight.
Time for another snack
, he grinned, tossing a pickle into his mouth.
There it is
, he thought, spotting the glass beside the bed. It was dark
but his keen doggie eyesight picked out the round outline of the glass eye, keeping
moist in a glass of water. The puppy jabbed his vinegary paw into
the jar and slithered it around after the eye.
Gotcha!
thought the puppy.
And, just so he doesn’t wake up
and notice, I’ll replace it with a pickled onion.
He plopped an
eye-sized pickle into the glass and retreated to the landing.
Star held up the card, Spud the glass
eye.
‘Phase one accomplished,’
whined Lara as the dogs made their escape.
11. Museum Mayhem
It was a few minutes past midnight, but
London was still buzzing although the museum was in darkness. ‘There should be
nobody in there,’ said the professor, ‘except two security guards. This
security card and eye will give us access to the CCTV control room. And from there
we can monitor the whole building. If Big is going to break in, we’ll be able
to track his every move and corner him as soon as he’s got hold of the mummy.
He’ll be caught red-handed! And, even better, we’ll have him on
film.’
The professor approached the back door
of the museum. He looked around nervously as he inserted the security card into the
slot. A green light lit up and the lock was deactivated. Lara nosed the door open
and the professor was just about to follow her inside when three children
emerged from the shadows.
‘Don’t forget us,’ piped up Ollie, scampering towards the open
door. The professor nearly dropped the card in surprise. ‘Oliver,’ he
began. ‘And Benjamin and Sophie. What on earth are you doing here?’
‘What do you think?’ beamed
Ollie. ‘Ben says you’re having an adventure. And we always share
adventures with you.’
‘Well, you jolly well can’t
share this one,’ hissed the scientist. ‘It’s top secret. And
dangerous. And your mother would kill me if she found out.’ The professor was
sweating. He couldn’t let the
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