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immediately recognised herself on the screen.
    â€œGoodness, it’s me. I’ve always wanted to be up there on the silver screen. Look!”
    The film showed Cheryl standing by her dinner bowl surrounded by tins of Super Tangy Chilli Beans , packets of Nicy Spicy Fajita Mix and tubs of green Wacky Moly .

    In the cave, Badger turned to Cheryl and frowned: “Erm, is that what you eat every day, for dinner?”
    Cheryl nodded enthusiastically. “Yes. I love it. My Big Folks like sizzling spicy hot dishes and I eat what they have.”
    â€œOh dear, Cheryl. Dogs should never eat spicy food. I think we’ve just discovered the reason for your stinkiness,” said Badger.
    They looked back at the screen, but it had already fizzled out.
    â€œIs that all I can see of Cheryl with a C?” pouted Cheryl, fluttering her big long eyelashes.
    â€œThat is all we need to see,” said Badger. “I think I’ve got an idea to get you eating a healthy dog food plan, and save you from the Pong Police.”
    â€œBut I like my food!”
    â€œCheryl, do you want to dance?” asked Badger in exasperation. “Do you want Dodgy Dave to dance with you?”
    â€œOf course, it’s my dream.”
    â€œThen trust me. We need to call in some Badgical Magical help. Let’s get to the Wim-Wim.”
    A rumbling hum shuddered through the cave.
    â€œOur lift has arrived,” said Badger turning to Baby Unicorn and bowing his thanks.
    Badger and Cheryl ran to the mouth of the cave and jumped into the waiting Wim-Wim.
    Once they had both uttered the magical rhyme, “ Open our hearts with our eyes closed tight … ”, they found themselves back in Badger’s garden, next to the sundial, near the crack in the fence.
    â€œWow, what a swell journey, Badger! I really did trip the light fantastic there.” Cheryl sighed. “I’m famished now, after all that excitement.”
    â€œAhem! Cheryl?” said Badger .“Do you need to have the spicy stuff today?”
    â€œWell, what else could I have?”
    â€œLeave it with me,” replied the Mystical Mutt, as sparkles of light twinkled around him.
    â€œThank you so much, Badger. I’ll see you later.” And, with that, Cheryl skipped through the crack in the fence and into the lane.
    The Pong Police were nowhere to be seen and there were still traces of treacle on the ground.
    Cheryl hummed a happy tune and danced along. Suddenly, she heard a rumpus ahead. It was Dodgy Dave and the gang rummaging in the bins. She ran to catch them up.
    â€œDodgy Dave, Dodgy Dave. Wait for me. I have something to tell you!”
    The Gang looked up, startled, as Cheryl marched up to Dodgy Dave.
    â€œI saw your rosette. It was so pretty. What a shame those horrible dogs took it away from you,” said Cheryl innocently.
    â€œWhat?” shouted Dodgy Dave angrily “How do you know about that?”
    â€œBadger showed me,” she said.
    â€œWhat’s this about rosettes Dodgy Dave?” snarled Snif, who emerged from behind the wheelie bins, followed by Pickle, Pogo Paws and Lennie.
    Dodgy Dave looked sheepishly at his gang, and said, “I don’t know what she’s talking about. The smell must be making her delirious.”
    â€œBut I saw it … you with your grandfather. He gave you his winning rosette,” she blurted out, remembering too late Badger’s warning to keep Dodgy Dave’s secret.
    â€œShut up, Cheryl. Go away and leave me alone!” As he turned his back on her to face the gang, he snarled, “I think it’s time I paid a visit to Badger the Mystical Mutt.”
    Dodgy Dave sped off in the direction of Badger’s garden, and the gang sped off in any direction … away from Cheryl. She was left all alone, worrying about what Dodgy Dave would do to her new friend Badger.

Dodgy Dave raced down the lane and barged through the crack in the fence of