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what?’ said Walden.
    â€˜Um, the words are, well they’re…they’re not good words!’ Sir Anstruther Skellington had gone very red.
    Willy noticed that the goon called Goldstein was staring blankly at the floor and scratching his nose. The other one, Rosenbloom, was looking at Skellington with interest.
    â€˜Bees?’ said Walden, clearly puzzled. ‘Stinging? I’m not sure I quite understand, sire. What, exactly, is wrong with such words?’
    â€˜Wrong? Ah, well, that is, they… I just don’t like them!’ blustered Skellington. ‘They’re not proper words for a play!’
    Olly shrugged helplessly. ‘I don’t see the problem, Sir Anstruther. These are just a few new lines that Willy suggested to give the play some extra zip. He’s actually quite good at that sort of thing. We can take them out again if you prefer.’
    â€˜Of course you’ll take them out! They…’ Skellington stopped suddenly in mid-sentence. ‘Wait a minute. Did you just say that they were written by Waggledagger? That mealymouthed welation of Ardent’s?’
    Willy was glad he was up the ladder, safely out of the way.
    Walden nodded. ‘Yes, but I still don’t s——’
    â€˜Everything all right here, Sir Anstruther?’ said Charlie, hurrying over from the souvenir stand.
    â€˜No, evewything is not all wight!’ yelped Skellington, as Rosenbloom and Goldstein noisily cracked their knuckles. ‘It all comes down to this, Mr Ginnell. Either you muzzleWaggledagger, or your little pwoduction won’t wun more than thwee minutes! You’ll never work in this town again. And that’s a pwomise.’
    He turned on his little booted heels and, with Rosenbloom and Goldstein following like a pair of walking wardrobes, wobbled out of the theatre.
    Willy breathed a sigh of relief. He was glad to see the back of that nasty little man and his goons. There was definitely something fishy about Skellington.
    The Skulls had formed a worried knot on the stage.
    Olly put one hand on his hip. ‘Well, we might as well pack up and head home. Good work, Yorick!’
    â€˜Me!’ gasped Yorick. ‘Wot ’ave I done?’
    â€˜You brought Waggledagger to join the Skulls,’ said Minimac, from his perch on top of a packing case in the wings.
    â€˜Keep that doll quiet,’ muttered Yorick toMinty. ‘Before I rip ’is ’orrible little ’ead off and give meself a splinter.’
    â€˜All right, Skulls,’ said Charlie. ‘Let’s all calm down a bit, eh? Anyone got any idea why Skellington went off the deep end at the mention of bees?’
    Yorick coughed.
    â€˜Yes, Yorick?’ said Charlie.
    â€˜Nuffink,’ said Yorick. ‘Frog in me froat.’ He looked around for Willy. He had to tell him to drop the whole crazy bee thing. The boy was clearly losing it.
    â€˜Well,’ said Charlie, ‘all I can think of is that maybe Skellington thinks bees are too exciting. He said he wants the play to be as dull as possible, so the audience doesn’t have fun. I can’t see the fuss myself, but let’s just cut out the bees, yes?’
    â€˜What about the Pig’s Ear soup?’ asked Walden. ‘He didn’t like that either.’
    â€˜Maybe he’s upset about Ardent’s death?’said Elbows. ‘He drowned in a bowl of soup.’
    â€˜Well, we’ll cut that, too,’ said Charlie.
    â€˜But why would Waggledagger write those lines anyway?’ asked Minty.
    â€˜The yokel’s clearly gone nuts!’ said Olly.
    Willy decided to stay hidden. None of the Skulls—except Yorick—had any idea why Sir Anstruther Skellington had reacted in the way he had. It was safer for everyone if it stayed that way. And Willy didn’t feel like answering any awkward questions.
    Maybe I am nuts to create so much trouble for my friends, he