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poke with her toothbrush. ‘I could always grab hold of you and throw you down the loo and pull the chain, so there!’
    Glubbslyme puffed into a football, his eyes revolving.
    ‘Beware lest I conjure a wart on the end of your nose – or worse!’ he threatened.
    ‘You wouldn’t dare,’ said Rebecca foolishly.
    Glubbslyme jumped up and rubbed her nose hard with one of his fingers. Rebecca gasped. She could feel something soft and strange on her nose. She could see something large and pink when she crossed her eyes. She gave a little shriek and ran to the bathroom mirror. A wart!
    ‘Oh no!’ she wailed. And then the wart fell off into the washbasin. She looked at it properly. It wasn’t a wart at all. It was a piece of her own pink soap.
    Glubbslyme shrieked with laughter, lying back in the bath water and kicking his heels.
    ‘Fooled!’ he chortled joyfully.
    ‘You wicked little tease,’ said Rebecca. ‘I’m really going to get you now.’
    She reached for the bubble bath again. Bubbles blew up all round them. Glubbslyme splashed. Rebecca squirted. They both shrieked.
    And then the front door slammed downstairs.
    ‘Rebecca, I’m home.’
    ‘It’s Dad!’ Rebecca gasped.

Rebecca looked at Glubbslyme. She looked at the brimming bath, the sprayed walls, the sodden carpet, her soaking dress.
    ‘You can’t magic everything dry, can you?’ she asked urgently.
    Glubbslyme blinked at her and did nothing.
    ‘Rebecca?’ Dad called. ‘Rebecca, where are you?’
    ‘I’m coming, Dad,’ Rebecca shouted, swooping round the bathroom with one of the towels.
    ‘Oh Becky, honestly, you haven’t even put the oven on,’ Dad’s voice grumbled from the kitchen. ‘Don’t you remember I told you to? Here, what’s happened up there? There’s water dripping through the kitchen ceiling.’
    ‘Oh help!’ Rebecca whispered.
    Her own eyes popped like Glubbslyme’s in her panic. She unplugged the bath water and Glubbslyme started wafting up and down on the waves. She heard Dad’s footsteps hurrying up the stairs.
    ‘Oh no! Glubbslyme, help me.’
    Glubbslyme didn’t. Dad banged on the bathroom door.
    ‘Rebecca? What are you doing? Did you leave the tap running?’
    ‘Yes, sorry Dad, but it’s all right now. I’ll be out in a minute. You go away now,’ Rebecca gabbled.
    Dad didn’t go away. He opened the bathroom door and came right in.
    ‘Oh my goodness, what are you up to now?’ he said, his hands on his hips. ‘ Look at you. What have you been trying to do? Swim fully-clothed in the bath?’
    ‘No Dad,’ said Rebecca miserably.
    ‘And look at all these bubbles! You’ve wasted half the bottle, you naughty girl. Really Rebecca, you’re not a baby any more, you’re too old for these silly games, and – WHAT ON EARTH IS THAT?’
    Dad had suddenly noticed Glubbslyme, who was revolving round and round the bath plug as the water ebbed away.
    Rebecca took a deep breath.
    ‘It’s my pet toad, Dad.’
    ‘Your what ?’
    ‘It’s my toad, Dad. I found him in the pond in the park. Isn’t he lovely? I bet you’ve never seen such a . . . such a distinguished toad.’
    Glubbslyme stopped whirling. He hopped up on the edge of the bath and bowed his warty head.
    ‘Ugh!’ said Dad, taking a step backwards. ‘Get it out of here!’
    ‘Okay Dad. He can sleep in my bedroom – and I swear I won’t forget to feed him – and I won’t make this sort of mess again, I promise, I just wanted to give him a swim and it got sort of wet—’

    ‘Rebecca, I think you’ve gone completely mad. I want you to take that toad out of here. Out of the house. I can’t understand why you aren’t scared to death of it. You had hysterics over a worm on your wellington boot only the other day.’
    ‘He isn’t a worm, Dad, he’s a toad.’
    ‘I can see that. And you can’t keep him, so stop talking such nonsense. Now go and get a box and we’ll try to catch him and then you’d better take him right down to the bottom