The Clumsies make a Mess of the Big Show. Sorrel Anderson

      ‘You made that badge yourself,’ said Mickey Thompson.

      ‘No, I didn’t,’ said the girl, pushing.

      ‘Don’t push,’ said Mickey Thompson, pushing back. The tree started shaking.

      ‘So what should we do?’ Purvis asked the girl, quickly.

      ‘Get off,’ said the girl.

      ‘We can’t. We’re all caught up,’ said Purvis. He wriggled to demonstrate and the tree lurched suddenly sideways.

      ‘Oh, I’m going to be sick, I’m going to be sick,’ groaned Mickey Thompson.

      ‘Not on here you don’t,’ said the girl, grabbing him. ‘It’s against the rules.

      ‘Can we have a look at these rules?’ asked Purvis.

      ‘No,’ said the girl. ‘It’s against—’

      ‘Please,’ said Purvis, ‘we could be stuck on here for ages so—’

      ‘WHAT?’ squawked the girl and Mickey Thompson together.

      ‘So if we could read them we’d know what not to do,’ said Purvis. ‘Which would mean less trouble for you.’

      ‘Oh, all right,’ said the girl. ‘Wait here.’ She let go of Mickey Thompson and started to clamber back up the branches.