ONE OF THE BOOKSELLER’S “TOP SELLERS” FOR OCTOBER
Good evening.Talking parrots in the rooftops? A giant cactus on the high street? Mosquitoes so nasty that even their own friends don’t like them?
Somethings gone terribly wrong in Lamonic Bibber… and Mr Gum is nowhere to be found.
Yes, folks, Polly and Friday are facing their biggest challenge yet. So strap yourselves in, cry ‘HI-HO-WEIRDY!’ and get ready for an adventure so crazy, your feet will melt with happiness
And I’m not just saying that, I’ve actually seen it happen. HOORAY!
Mr Gum was a fierce old blister with a face as angry as a thousand walnuts and a big red beard which smelt of menace and beer. He hated children, animals, fun, comics, pop music, birthday parties, books, Christmas, the seaside, computer games, people called ‘Collin’, Mondays, Tuesdays, Wednesdays, Thursdays, Fri- Actually, it would probably be quicker to tell you what he liked instead. What he liked was snoozing in bed all day, being a horror and secret hideouts. And the secret hideout he was in right now was the best secret hideout he’d ever seen.