10 BLOOF! BLOORT! BLAP!

CHAPTER 10 BLOOFI! BLOORTI! BLAPI! 'Ouch, my aching head!' says Professor Stupido. 'Where are we?' 'Well,' I say, 'judging by the grass, the shade and all the trees, I'd say we're in some sort of forest.' 'I think you're right, Andy,' says Terry, 'because, look, over there is a sign saying "SOME SORT OF FOREST".'

'Actually,' I say, looking around, 'that's one of your signs and this is our forest.' 'Yes!' says Terry. 'And there's our treehouse!' 'Uh-oh…' I say. 'Watch out! Here come the hands!'

'What's happening?' says Professor Stupido. 'It's the machine we were telling you about,' I say. 'It slaps us away whenever we get too close to the treehouse.' 'I'll soon put a stop to that,' says Professor Stupido.

I hereby un-invent The machine that you created. The one you thought you wanted, But then you found you hated.

'Yay!' says Terry. 'Thanks, Professor! You're the best!' 'Don't mention it,' says Professor Stupido. 'Is there anything else you would like un-invented while I'm at it?' 'No, that won't be necessary,' I say quickly, before he can un-invent anything we don't want un- invented. 'I expect you'll be wanting to get back to the dark side of the moon now, so we'll just draw another

rocket and get you on your way.' 'Hold on,' says the professor, 'not so fast. What about those marshmallows I was promised?' 'Come inside,' says Terry, 'and have as many as you like! And we've also got a lemonade fountain, a chocolate waterfall and a 78-flavour ice-cream parlour!'