11 BLAM! BLOOT! BLING!

CHAPTER 11 BLAM! BLOOTI BLING 'STOP!' I yell. But Professor Stupido doesn't stop. He keeps right on un-inventing… and un-inventing…

and un-inventing… and un-inventing…

until all that is left of our treehouse is the tree. 'Our treehouse!' says Terry. 'Our 39-storey treehouse! It's gone! All gone! You've un-invented the whole thing! Now it's nothing but a 39-storey-less tree!' 'Hmm,' says Professor Stupido, stroking his chin. 'Good point. I'll un-invent that for you as well…'

'Our tree!' I say. 'You un-invented our tree!' 'I think you'll find that one tree is very much like another,' says Professor Stupido, 'and there's plenty more trees in the forest. Which makes me think that I may as well un-invent the rest of them while I'm at it.'

'But what about all the birds and animals?' says Terry. 'Where will they live now?' 'No need to worry about that,' says Professor Stupido. 'I'll just un-invent them.'

'Ah, that's better,' says Professor Stupido. 'And now that I've rid the world of all those pesky animals, I may as well finish the job and un-invent humans too.'