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landing, all in a matter of minutes.
But then she realised something was missing.
Linden!
Where was Linden?
He must be in the bin! Buried underneath all the slime!
âLinden!â she screamed.
Max searched frantically, pulling up lumps of beef stew, wading through stale pools of soup anddessert goo, picking through half-eaten shepherd pies and still she couldnât find him.
What if something had happened to him? How would she explain it to Ben and Eleanor? And Lindenâs father? Maybe this had been a bad idea after all.
He could be anywhere. Literally. Maybe he really did end up in outer space, or in another country or â¦
Max started to panic.
âWhat am I going to do?â she said out loud. âLinden and I could have been friends. He was a nice guy and the pact we made, even though it was a little corny, was one of the nicest things anyone has ever said to me.â Maxâs eyes became teary. âAnd I would have done anything to save him if he was in danger. But now â¦â
âHi.â
Max knew that voice.
She turned around and saw Linden eating a large apple and frowning.
âThey donât taste any different from the ones at home.â
Max stared at him and tried to control her voice. He looked warm and dry in his jeans and jumper, and heâd put on a jacket since she had last seen him.
âWhere have you been?â she asked.
âI arrived in the hotel across the street and the guy at the desk gave me this apple on the way out,â said Linden, smiling.
âThe hotel across the street,â Max said with a shiver, as she started to feel the soggy garbage soak through to her skin.
âYeah. Lucky ha?â
Linden stared at Max, like he only just realised where she was.
âWhat are you doing in that bin?â
âOh, just waiting for you.â
âLooks to me like you were slimed by one of the Matter Transporterâs âhiccupsâ,â laughed Linden.
Max was trying really hard not to lose her temper.
âJust get me out of here,â she said slowly, feeling like a sizzling firecracker before it explodes.
Linden helped Max out of the bin as it started to rain.
âGreat! Thatâs all I need,â she said, looking up at the grey sky.
âAt least this way you wonât have to have a shower,â Linden joked.
The look on Maxâs face told him he should coolit with the jokes if he wanted to reach his next birthday.
They ran to a public toilet in a small park nearby, dodging through streams of people who frowned at them as they rushed past. Linden waited outside the Ladies with his hands across his chest to keep warm and tried to avoid the drips spilling from the small sheltered alcove above him.
Max came out of the Ladies in a much better mood now that she had on clean pants and a jacket from her backpack.
âOkay, weâre ready to begin the mission.â
Max pulled out her notebook and checked the address. The bin she landed in was right next to the building where Francis lived. Cricklebury Lane, London W6.
âThatâs the place just over there,â she said, pointing to the building.
They made a dash across the park and came to the front door of what they hoped was Francisâs home. There was a security system with a code to enter the building, which meant that Max and Linden had to wait for someone to go in or out before they could sneak in the door before it closed.
They didnât have to wait long. An old ladydressed in a long fur coat and holding an even furrier dog walked out.
âCome on, Poochikins. Itâs time for your walk, and after that youâre off to the hairdresser for a shampoo and trim.â
When Poochikins and the fur lady left, Max and Linden raced forward and caught the door just before it closed. Linden held it open for Max.
âIâm not helpless. I can do it myself, you know,â she said.
Linden looked hurt.
âI didnât say
But then she realised something was missing.
Linden!
Where was Linden?
He must be in the bin! Buried underneath all the slime!
âLinden!â she screamed.
Max searched frantically, pulling up lumps of beef stew, wading through stale pools of soup anddessert goo, picking through half-eaten shepherd pies and still she couldnât find him.
What if something had happened to him? How would she explain it to Ben and Eleanor? And Lindenâs father? Maybe this had been a bad idea after all.
He could be anywhere. Literally. Maybe he really did end up in outer space, or in another country or â¦
Max started to panic.
âWhat am I going to do?â she said out loud. âLinden and I could have been friends. He was a nice guy and the pact we made, even though it was a little corny, was one of the nicest things anyone has ever said to me.â Maxâs eyes became teary. âAnd I would have done anything to save him if he was in danger. But now â¦â
âHi.â
Max knew that voice.
She turned around and saw Linden eating a large apple and frowning.
âThey donât taste any different from the ones at home.â
Max stared at him and tried to control her voice. He looked warm and dry in his jeans and jumper, and heâd put on a jacket since she had last seen him.
âWhere have you been?â she asked.
âI arrived in the hotel across the street and the guy at the desk gave me this apple on the way out,â said Linden, smiling.
âThe hotel across the street,â Max said with a shiver, as she started to feel the soggy garbage soak through to her skin.
âYeah. Lucky ha?â
Linden stared at Max, like he only just realised where she was.
âWhat are you doing in that bin?â
âOh, just waiting for you.â
âLooks to me like you were slimed by one of the Matter Transporterâs âhiccupsâ,â laughed Linden.
Max was trying really hard not to lose her temper.
âJust get me out of here,â she said slowly, feeling like a sizzling firecracker before it explodes.
Linden helped Max out of the bin as it started to rain.
âGreat! Thatâs all I need,â she said, looking up at the grey sky.
âAt least this way you wonât have to have a shower,â Linden joked.
The look on Maxâs face told him he should coolit with the jokes if he wanted to reach his next birthday.
They ran to a public toilet in a small park nearby, dodging through streams of people who frowned at them as they rushed past. Linden waited outside the Ladies with his hands across his chest to keep warm and tried to avoid the drips spilling from the small sheltered alcove above him.
Max came out of the Ladies in a much better mood now that she had on clean pants and a jacket from her backpack.
âOkay, weâre ready to begin the mission.â
Max pulled out her notebook and checked the address. The bin she landed in was right next to the building where Francis lived. Cricklebury Lane, London W6.
âThatâs the place just over there,â she said, pointing to the building.
They made a dash across the park and came to the front door of what they hoped was Francisâs home. There was a security system with a code to enter the building, which meant that Max and Linden had to wait for someone to go in or out before they could sneak in the door before it closed.
They didnât have to wait long. An old ladydressed in a long fur coat and holding an even furrier dog walked out.
âCome on, Poochikins. Itâs time for your walk, and after that youâre off to the hairdresser for a shampoo and trim.â
When Poochikins and the fur lady left, Max and Linden raced forward and caught the door just before it closed. Linden held it open for Max.
âIâm not helpless. I can do it myself, you know,â she said.
Linden looked hurt.
âI didnât say
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