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Автор: Jeff Brown
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      For Robert Brown

      First published in Great Britain 1985

       by Methuen Children’s Books Ltd

       Reissued 2012

       by Egmont UK Limited

       The Yellow Building, 1 Nicholas Road, London W11 4AN

      Text copyright © 1985 Jeff Brown

       Illustrations copyright © 2012 by the Trust

       u/w/o Richard C. Brown a/k/a/Jeff Brown

       f/b/o Duncan Brown

      First e-book edition 2014

      ISBN 978 1 4052 0421 7

       eISBN 978 1 7803 1218 7

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       CONTENTS

       Cover

       Title page

       Dedication and Copyright

       3 The First Days

       4 In the Park

       5 The TV Show

       6 The Bank Robbers

       7 Arthur’s Storm

       Back Series Promotional Page

       Prologue

      Stanley Lambchop spoke into the darkness above his bed. ‘I can’t sleep. It’s the rain, I think.’

      There was no response from the bed across the room.

      ‘I’m hungry too,’ Stanley said. ‘Are you awake, Arthur?’

      ‘I am now,’ said his younger brother. ‘You woke me.’

      Stanley fetched an apple from the kitchen, and ate it by the bedroom window. The rain had worsened.

      ‘I’m still hungry,’ he said.

      ‘Raisins . . . shelf . . .’ murmured Arthur, half asleep again.

      Crash ! came thunder. Lightning flashed.

      Stanley found the little box of raisins on a shelf by the window. He ate one.

      Crash ! Flash !

      Stanley ate more raisins.

      Crash ! Flash !

      Arthur yawned. ‘Go to bed. You can’t be hungry still.’

      ‘I’m not, actually.’ Stanley got back into bed. ‘But I feel sort of . . . Oh, different, I guess.’

      He slept.

       Where is Stanley?

      ‘Breakfast is ready, George. We must wake the boys,’ Mrs Lambchop said to her husband.

      Just then Arthur Lambchop called from the bedroom he shared with his brother.

      ‘Hey! Come here! Hey!’

      Mr and Mrs Lambchop smiled, recalling another morning that had begun like this. An enormous bulletin board, they had discovered, had fallen on Stanley during the night, leaving him unhurt but no more than half an inch thick. And so he had remained until Arthur blew him round again, weeks later, with a bicycle pump.

      ‘Hey!’ a call came again. ‘Are you coming? Hey!’

      Mrs Lambchop held firm views about good manners and correct speech. ‘Hay is for horses, not people, Arthur,’ she said as they entered the bedroom. ‘As well you know.’

      ‘Excuse me,’ said Arthur. ‘The thing is, I can hear Stanley, but I can’t find him!’

      Mr and Mrs Lambchop looked about the room. A shape was visible beneath the covers of Stanley’s bed, and the pillow was squashed down, as if a head rested upon it. But there was no head.

      ‘Why are you staring?’ The voice was Stanley’s.

      Smiling, Mr Lambchop looked under the bed, but saw only a pair of slippers and an old tennis ball. ‘Not here,’ he said.

      Arthur put out a hand, exploring. ‘Ouch!’ said Stanley’s voice. ‘You poked my nose!’

      Arthur gasped.

      Mrs Lambchop stepped forward. ‘If I may . . .?’ Gently, using both hands, she felt about.

      A giggle rose from the bed. ‘That tickles !’

      ‘Oh, my!’ said Mrs Lambchop.

      She looked at Mr Lambchop and he at her, as they had during past great surprises. Stanley’s flatness had been the first of these. Another had come the evening they discovered a young genie,