The Wrong Night

When you’re bullied at school, you’ve got no friends or pocket money and your Mum can’t cook, life can be grim. That’s when you need an adventure, and that’s what Percy gets - a superb, magnificent, magical adventure, plus pudding with custard!
There’s also Grumbo, who may be old, but he’s certainly not grown up, a reindeer with attention deficit disorder, an insanitary parrot, a talking tortoise, a terrifying teacher and a comfortingly satisfactory Aunt Lucy to ensure a happy ending. -Oh, and all the rest of course….
Perfect for readers of 7 and upwards- they'll read it again and again.

“They’re on fire. Really. The roof’s red hot and there’s no-one in,” said Percy, getting his breath and his words back at the same time. “You have to phone – please!” Jodie still hesitated.
Inspiration struck Percy: “They might have a dog or a cat in there,” he said. “They might get burned to death!” he added with maximum melodrama in his voice.
“Puddles!” said Jodie suddenly. “Puddles lives there. He’s Mandy’s kitten.” She picked up her mobile and dialled. Percy slumped back against the radiator with relief. It was short lived. “Number eight’s on fire,” she explained into the phone. ”We can see lots of smoke. Please can you come very very quickly. No, I’m not inside, but Puddles is. No, I don’t know who else is inside because Mr and Mrs McHeatherpot have gone to Aberdeen, but Kylie and Wayne are probably in there. I expect it will all explode soon so you’d better hurry. Goodbye.”
“We can’t leave Puddles to burn,” Jodie announced firmly, putting her mobile down. “You’ll have to rescue him. The fire brigade will take far too long to get here from Sprawlton.”
“Who are Kylie and Wayne?” asked Percy.
“Mandy’s goldfish. Actually, we think Puddles ate them last week because we couldn’t find them but they may have swum down the plughole”