Sleepover Girls Go Wild! by Ginny Deals Page A

before us. Fliss and Rosie were with Andy and Rosie’s mum – Fliss’s mum had had to go home to look after the twins. Lyndz was standing quietly with her parents. No one was talking to each other – everyone just looked really nervous.
    There really was no way out of this, I thought miserably. The Sleepover Club has gone belly up this time.
    There were lots of people heading for the Enquiry Room. Apparently there was a reward, so I guess everyone was keen to help. I kept overhearing conversations that just made me feel worse and worse.
    “Our Sarah saw that little piglet, she says – she reckoned it got through the fence and headed off into the woods.”
    “A fox will have got it, for sure.”
    “I think I saw it in our road, but it might have been a cat.”
    Dad was holding Pepsi’s travelling box very firmly. No one seemed to have noticed that he was carrying it, as we were swept along in the crowd. Maybe everyone thought it was a picnic basket. I think Dad was kind of glad about that – his reputation, blah, blah, blah.
    “Hurry up,” said Andy, not unkindly, as he saw us dawdling behind. “Let’s get this over with, eh?”
    “And then we can all go home,” sighed Dr McKenzie, holding Kenny very firmly by the wrist.
    “Hear, hear,” said Rosie’s mum and the Collinses.
    When we got to the Enquiry Room, it was already busy. Everyone had to take a little number from a ticket machine, and sit down to wait their turn – even Dad, and he had the bloomin’ pig! He tried to tell someone, but no one seemed interested. Duh.
    At last, we could talk to each other – but we had to whisper.
    “This is it, isn’t it Franks?” said Kenny gloomily.
    “We’ll probably get fined, if not worse,” declared Rosie. She definitely the biggest pessimist in the Sleepover Club, if not the whole of Cuddington.
    “We might go to j-j-jail,” sobbed Fliss, who hadn’t really stopped snivelling since we arrived.
    “At least I know Sausage will be safe,” said Lyndz quietly. “That’s something, I guess.”
    “Number 143!” called an attendant at the main enquiry desk.
    “That’s us,” said Dad firmly, picking up the travelling box. “Come along.”
    My legs felt like they were rooted to the floor. Kenny tugged on my arm.
    “Come on, Franks, let’s do it!” she said.
    “One for all and all for one,” joked Lyndz feebly.
    The walk to the enquiry desk took forever and a half. When we got there, Dad put the travelling box on the ground and turned to the woman behind the desk.
    “So, what news do you have for us, sir?” asked the woman cheerily. “Anything useful?”
    “Well,” began Dad.
    But he didn’t get any further, because there was a sudden shout.
    “Look!”
    Sausage was standing on the far side of the room.

“It’s the p-p-pig!” stammered Dad, totally astonished.
    “Yes, I know you’ve come to help us find the pig,” said the enquiry lady kindly. She obviously thought my dad was a bit mad. “That’s what we’re all here for, isn’t it?”
    “No, it’s the PIG! Over there!” shouted Kenny.
    This time, the enquiry lady looked. “Where?” she said with a frown.
    Sausage had vanished again!
    “He’s under that table!” came a roar in the far corner of the room. A man was pointing at a row of tables by the exit. “Catch him, somebody!”
    I think the word “reward” zinged into everyone’s head right at that moment. Because suddenly, there was a total scrum as every single person in the room started shouting, yelling and running. Dad was looking seriously spaced out. He kept staring from the travelling box to the scrum and back to the travelling box, like he was watching a game of ping pong or something.
    “But how…” he started saying.
    “Come on, guys!” shouted Lyndz. “He’ll be scared, we’ve got to go and rescue him! He trusts us!”
    “Yeah, go the Sleepover Club!” I roared, punching the air like I was mad or something. It was a pretty crazy feeling. I think