11 Hobyah! Hobyah! Hobyah!

CHAPTER 11 HOBYAH! HOBYAH! HOBYAH! I peer into the room. It's big and dark, but I can see a huge chandelier hanging from the ceiling, and hanging from the chandelier are a bunch of bags. A group of hobyahs are dancing around the bags, poking them with sticks and shouting, 'Hobyah! Hobyah! Hobyah!' 'Hey, quit it!' shouts Terry from inside one of the bags. 'You're going to be really sorry when my friend Andy

finds out what you've done to us!' 'HOBYAH! HOBYAH! HOBYAH!' shout the hobyahs. 'We don't mean you any harm,' calls Jill. 'Can't you just let us out and we'll leave you in peace?' 'HOBYAH! HOBYAH! HOBYAH!' shout the hobyahs. 'Would it be possible for you to stop shouting "Hobyah! Hobyah! Hobyah!" so I can interview you?' calls Wanda. 'I think our readers would love to hear your story!' 'And if you give me back my camera, I'll take some

photos of you!' yells Jimmy. 'HOBYAH! HOBYAH! HOBYAH!' chant the hobyahs in reply. 'Everyone's here and they're okay!'* I whisper to the boot. 'But how are we going to rescue them? We're completely outnumbered!'

*If your definition of 'okay' includes being strung up in a bag and poked with sticks. I don't know if the boot can understand me or not. It's kind of hard to tell. But it must have understood something, because it rises up on its toe, hops rapidly into the room…

and starts kicking the hobyahs!

Hobyahs are flying everywhere, but as soon as they land, they pick themselves up, run back and attack the boot. They all pile on top of it and hold it down. If I don't do