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medal.
    “Oh, knickers!” Frankie groaned. “He must’ve won the final!”
    “Yeah, well, he won’t be winning everything for much longer,” I said confidently, “because the Sleepover Club is on hot on his trail!”

“Uh-oh!” I nudged Frankie hard in the ribs with my elbow. “Creep alert! Pass it on!”
    It was the following day, and we were back at the Silver Streak karting centre. My mum had moaned a bit about having to spend the morning there again, so this time she’d dropped us off and was coming back for us later. Meanwhile, we were all totally fired up about taking part in the team races on Saturday. We were taking our plain white T-shirts round to Lyndz’s place tonight so that we could paint them, and we were going to discuss race tactics too (OK, so none of us knew very much about race tactics but it sounded good!).
    Anyway, we’d just arrived in the arena when I spotted Josh. He was sitting in the café with a glass of Coke in front of him, and Alex and Robin were in the queue at the counter. We were all glaring at him when Josh happened to look round and see us. He grinned, and beckoned us over.
    “Who does he think he is, the king?” I muttered, as we reluctantly went over to the rail which separated the café tables from the main arena. I would’ve ignored him, but I didn’t want him to realise just how much he was winding us up.
    “Well, I didn’t expect to see you here today, girls,” Josh said mockingly, raising his eyebrows. “I mean, you’re obviously rubbish at karting! Why don’t you just give up?”
    “Why don’t you go and play in the traffic?” I retorted.
    “Not if you lot are driving!” Josh replied, and then laughed his head off as if he’d said something really funny.
    “Hey, Josh.” That was Robin calling fromthe front of the café. “Do you want another Coke?”
    Josh turned round. “Yeah, and get me a fudge brownie, a Crunchie and a Mars Bar. No, wait a sec, I’ll have a Twix instead of a Crunchie.”
    While Josh was talking to Robin, he had his back to us. Quick as a flash, I leaned over the rail, grabbed the salt cellar off the table and up-ended it into his glass of Coke. I had just enough time to dump a whole lot of it in there before he turned back to us again. By the time he did, we were all standing there looking like butter wouldn’t melt in our mouths.
    “Like I told you, girls,” Josh went on, “karting’s for boys .” He picked up his glass of Coke, and we all held our breath. “You could practise all day and you’d never be as good as me in a million years—URRRRGH!”
    We all roared as Josh took a huge mouthful of Coke, pulled a disgusted face and then spat it out all over the table.
    “That’s horrible!” he spluttered furiously, wiping his mouth. “It tastes salty!”
    By this time we were almost weeping with laughter. I was laughing so much I couldn’t even stand up straight, and I had to hold on to Fliss because my knees were giving way.
    “You did that!” Josh leapt to his feet, looking as if he was about to explode with rage. “You put salt in my drink!”
    “Prove it!” I retorted coolly, as we all sauntered off, still grinning.
    “Serves him right,” Fliss said with satisfaction, as we heard Josh yelling at Alex and Robin to get him a glass of water.
    “Brilliant move, Kenny!” Rosie slapped me on the back.
    “Yeah, class, Kenny!” Lyndz agreed.
    “That was one of your better ideas, Kenny,” Frankie remarked.
    “Thanks,” I said modestly. Now all we had to do was beat Josh Stevens in today’s races, and our revenge would be complete!
    We had to wait a little while to take part in our first practice session as one had already started, so we went over to watch the action on the adult track for a bit. It was only apractice session, but there was one kart which was well ahead of the others all the time. The driver was really good, and when the kart pulled off into the pit stop, we realised that it was Charlie