When she was sure that everyone was looking, Ana began to slowly d (a)   d the magnificent staircase.

Poor Milo collapsed, crying in d (a)   . "Why can I never find my way to the lunch room on time?"

When S.W. Warning placed his second foot on the ice, he e (a)   d just enough pressure for it to start cracking.

Radz had used the school tables and chairs to build a m (a)   t base for his team.

Robbo w (a)   d in pain when he stepped on a Lego brick.

And then he screamed.

Amay was being s (a)   y and difficult. "I don't want to do anything you ask me to do!"

In the c (a)   s expanse of the whale's guts, S.W. Warning was able to stand up and walk around. "Trust me to get eaten by a whale," he said to himself.

Milo burst through the doors of the s (a)   n, where Sara and Ana were enjoying a whisky.

"Who wants to take me on at cards?" he demanded, throwing his pack of Mickey Mouse Clubhouse Top Trumps onto the table.

Luckily, the sponge inside the sofa a (a)   d most of the mess S.W. Warning had made.

Eduard and his gang were planning a major h (a)   t: they wanted to steal the Crown Jewels from the Tower!

S.W. Warning, the i (a)   s gunslinger, was causing trouble at the saloon again.

The ice creaked i (a)   y so that Amay didn't notice and continued riding his bike over the lake...

Maria slept f (a)   y; the prospect of being stranded in Nome was becoming to much for her to rest properly.

Eva laid out the feast on the great m (a)   y tables in the banqueting hall.

Sig yelped in pain, but the stranger just gazed at him with an i (a)   e look on his face.

Milo swept his longcoat aside to reveal that he had a bottle of bubble mixture tucked in his w (a)   d. "You don't wanna mess with me." he said, threateningly.

By sheer p (a)   e, Aleksis had found himself in charge of the lunch room. It was as if nature had conspired to ensure he was the senior person in there.

"Why is your holster t (a)   r in shape?" asked George. "That's a weird shape for a gun."

"It's not a gun!" exclaimed Milo. "It's a slice of stinky cheese."

"What's going on?" yelled Mr Tansley.

"8V are b (a)   g in the lunchroom again," said Mr Ennion. "This time their fighting over the cups."