Mega Sleepover Club 2
The Sleepover Club at Rosie’s
The Sleepover Club at Kenny’s
Starring the Sleepover Club
Rose Impey
Narinder Dhami
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Have you been invited to all these sleepovers?
Oh, hi there. You haven’t seen my dog, Pepsi, have you? She’s gone missing. She’s a black spaniel. She’s escaped lots of times before and someone always brings her back. The trouble is that this time she’s in season and, if we don’t find her soon, you know what that could mean. My mum’s in a real razz with me! I didn’t mean to leave the front gate open.
The thing is, last week I had this big argument with her and Dad because they won’t let Pepsi have puppies. It’s bad enough they won’t let me have a brother or sister, now they won’t let the dog have a baby either!
So Mum thinks I let Pepsi out on purpose. Dad’ll go ballistic when he knows. It would have to happen just now, when I was in their good books for a change.
I know, why don’t you come with me to look for Pepsi, then I can tell you about our latest Sleepover Club adventure? That was all to do with pets. It was excellent. Come on, we’ll head for the park, that’s one of Pepsi’s favourite places, and I’ll tell you all about it on the way.
It all started with the Pet Show in the Village Hall. It was organised to raise money for an animal refuge and the whole Sleepover Club decided to enter. We first heard about it at Brownies a few weeks ago. We all go to Brownies, everyone in the Sleepover Club, even Fliss and Lyndz who are old enough to go up to Guides if they want to, but they’re waiting for the rest of us. We like to stick together. Can you remember who everyone is?
First there’s Laura Mackenzie – we call her Kenny. She’s my best friend.
Felicity Sidebotham – we call her Fliss. Oh boy, I’m glad I’m not called Sidebotham. She gets teased all the time.
Then there’s Lyndsey Collins – we call her Lyndz. It was Lyndz that got us into trouble this time, or at least her dog, Buster, did. He’s a menace.
And Rosie Cartwright. The sleepover was at Rosie’s, which was totally cool because she’s never let us stay at her place before and her house is perfect for sleepovers: big and old and a bit spooky.
That just leaves me – Francesca Theresa Thomas, but you can call me Frankie.
So, that’s all of us. Yeah, yeah, I know five’s not a good number, someone’s bound to get left out, but five’s how many there are, so that’s that.
Now,