In an instant, Mini and Lapdog leap into action. Mini jumps onto Lapdog’s forehead who then catapults her over the basket. Flying through the air she lassoes the basket’s latch with her earphones and flicks it open to reveal a grimacing Remotely. Lapdog then nudges the basket over. Remotely tumbles out and removes himself from a sock then takes a deep breath as Lapdog licks him to death.
“Rusty really needs to start using foot deodorant,” sighs an out-of-breath Remotely.
“Okay, Heroes,” commands Remotely, “here’s the plan. We need to get to Jacob’s school just before the first break then hide somewhere in the locker room until the bully appears.”
“Celly, you and Mini find yourselves a position with a clear view of all the lockers. The moment I signal, you’re to start filming. Paddy, you and I will find a position up high where we can get close-ups and audio. Lapdog, you’re to be ready with the cart to make our getaway on our signal,” he says.
Then, like a champion sports team about to go into battle, the Heroes shout their catch-cry in unison: “Wax Valiant!”
Down in the garage, Lapdog hitches himself to Mikey’s yellow cart and the Heroes climb aboard. “Paddy, open your map app, plot a course, and GPS us in,” says Remotely.
“Already on it,” says Paddy.

Remotely activates the garage door with his superpower and they speed off to Jacob’s school, narrowly missing WiFi who scrambles up the nearest drainpipe.
“Watch out!!” shouts Celly, as a speeding minivan lurches dangerously close to them.
“Phew, close call!” exclaims Paddy.
“We have six minutes before the bell rings. Soon the hallways will be full of students coming out of class,” cries Remotely. “Faster, Lapdog, faster!”
Exactly five and a half minutes later, the Heroes reach their destination.
“Phew, everyone’s still in class,” says a relieved Paddy.
The only person in sight is the caretaker, who is mopping the floor.
“Park the cart behind the gymnasium,” says Remotely to Lapdog. “Stay there until we’ve completed our mission. Keep quiet and remain unseen. And don’t fall into sleep mode! We’ll Skype you when we’re ready for pickup.”
“Woof,” concurs Lapdog.

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