Sleepover Girls in the Ring (10 page)

“Have you got your props?” I asked the others quickly. “Just remember, we’ve got to humiliate Molly – TO THE MAX!”

We all ran out into the ring. Then, one minute I was on my feet – the next I was making my entrance skidding across the sawdust on my front.

“What the…?” I looked up, dazed.

“Enjoy your trip, sucker?” laughed Molly. She’d only stuck out her leg to make me fall over hadn’t she, the creep!

By the time I’d limped over to the others, they were all pretending to throw the foam pies at the audience, then pulling away at the last minute. When Molly got closer to us, I went up behind her and tapped her on the shoulder. She turned round – and I twanged my braces in her face.

“Take that, dog breath!” I grinned.

That was the cue! Suddenly the whole Sleepover Club crowded round Molly so that she was cut off from her little friend Edward Marsh.

“Let me go, you creeps!” she said through gritted teeth.

“Not likely!” I beamed. “You know what the clowns taught us. You’ve got to interact with other people, remember?”

I poked my plastic flower right in Molly’s face, but she was a bit too quick for that. She ducked and I ended up squirting Fliss in the eye.

“GidoutofitKenny!” Fliss squeaked, trying to wipe her eyes and at the same time hang on to the plate she was holding.

“I’m going to show you what
real
clowning is all about, creeps!” Molly spat, and looked round for Edward Marsh.

Catching her off guard, Frankie got her right in the chops with a foam pie. SPLAT!

“You morons!” Molly spluttered, wiping the foam flecks away.

“Oh, morons, are we?” Fliss asked menacingly – and whammed Molly with a second pie. THWACK!

I poured a bowl of custard down the front of her trousers as well. And all the while, the audience was in complete hysterics.

“Do you think she needs some water to wash her down?” I called out to them, running to one of the exits for a water bucket. “Should I throw this at her?”

The kids in the audience were going crazy! “YESSS!” they were screaming.

I ran back towards Molly – but suddenly the bucket was whipped out of my hands. Molly had wrenched it from my grasp.

“Gimme that, scuzz brain!” she snarled, and swung the bucket back.

“Don’t do it, Molly! it was only a jo—”

We ducked down just before she threw the whole lot over the audience. And it wasn’t just
any
part of the audience, either.

“Mrs Weaver… Mrs Poole!”

Frankie went white as she recognised our teacher and headmistress. Their hair was plastered to their faces and their make-up was starting to run. This had turned into a disaster of earth-shattering proportions!!

Ailsa’s dad rushed on, blew his whistle and ushered us all from the ring. The rest of the audience were still shrieking and clapping. Then suddenly, I heard a voice that
I knew all too well…

“You little
idiots
!” roared Dad, grabbing me and Molly. “You’ve gone way too far this time!”

What a way for the show to end!

When me and Molly got home, we were subjected to an hour’s lecture on behaving responsibly in public and how we had let everybody down. Wah, wah, wah. I had the most miserable weekend
ever.
And when I saw the others on the following Monday at school, it seemed that they had endured similar tortures. And Mrs Weaver gave us loads of extra homework, although she didn’t mention anything about Saturday night.

Molly grovelled and apologised to Mrs Weaver and Mrs Poole straight after school, under Mum’s beady eye. Then Mum accompanied us all to the circus, where we had to make a formal apology to Ailsa’s dad.

“If there’s anything we can do to make it up to you…” Frankie said.

“That won’t be necessary,” Ailsa’s dad
said, trying to look serious. “But what you lot did could have had serious consequences, you know.”

As we were leaving, Bobby the clown winked at us. “Hey, I’m going to have to watch out for you lot taking my job!” he grinned. “I’ve been waiting all my life for a laugh like you got the other night!”

After that, it was kind of like living in a minefield in our house. I had to be on my best behaviour
all the time.
It was a nightmare. And even when I hadn’t even done anything wrong, I got bawled out by Mum and Dad anyway. They said they were still humiliated by me and Molly showing them up in public like that. But I guess things are getting a bit calmer at last.

We’re all going to a secret meeting now, to suss out how we can persuade our parents to let us have another sleepover before we turn into Old Age Pensioners! Well, as they say in the circus, the show must go on…

The Sleepover Club at Frankie’s

The Sleepover Club at Lyndsey’s

The Sleepover Club at Felicity’s

The Sleepover Club at Rosie’s

The Sleepover Club at Kenny’s

Starring the Sleepover Club

The Sleepover Girls go Spice

The 24 Hour Sleepover Club

The Sleepover Club Sleeps Out