13 THE LAST CHAPTER

CHAPTER 13 THE LAST CHAPTER Terry sighs. 'There,' he says, 'that's it.' 'I think you forgot something,' I say. 'What?' 'Jill!' I say. 'Oops,' says Terry. 'One Jill coming right up!'

'How's that?' says Terry. 'Too tall,' I say. Terry draws her again. 'How about this?' he says. 'Too short.' 'What about this?' says Terry. 'Just right!' I say.

Jill blushes. Terry giggles. I look around to see what's so funny. Terry has drawn love hearts just above my head. 'Terry!' I say. 'Cut it out.' 'Sorry, Andy,' says Terry, removing them with his laser-eraser. 'How's that?' 'Much better,' I say. 'Okay,' says Terry. 'Well, if you two lovebirds will excuse me, I'd better go and finish colouring in all the fish in the sea.' He runs off laughing. 'What's going on?' says Jill. 'All my animals disappeared… and then I disappeared!' 'Yeah, sorry about that,' I say. 'I'm afraid you and your animals got un-invented.'

'Un-invented?' says Jill. 'How?' 'Professor Stupido, the famous un-inventor, did it,' I explain. 'We asked him to un-invent our Once-upon- a-time machine but he ended up un-inventing the whole universe, including himself. Terry's only just finished drawing everything back again.' 'What about Silky?' says Jill. 'Is she all right?' I look around but I can't see her anywhere. 'I think Terry might have forgotten about Silky,' I say. Jill's eyes fill with tears.

'Don't cry,' I say quickly. 'I'll fix it.' 'How?' says Jill. 'I'll draw you a new Silky.' 'I didn't think you could draw,' she says. 'Not as well as Terry, no, but how hard could it be to draw a flying cat?' I say. 'They're just a few circles, whiskers, wings and a tail.' I try to draw Silky as best as I can, but she doesn't come out quite right. In fact, she doesn't look like a flying cat at all. More like a mutant-lion kind of thing.

I'm trying to draw its ears on when it looks at me with its badly drawn eyes and starts growling. 'Andy!' cries Jill. 'What have you drawn?!' 'To tell you the truth,' I say, 'I'm not quite sure. Can you talk to it and try to calm it down?' 'I can't talk to it,' says Jill. 'It doesn't have any ears!' 'We'd better call Terry, then,' I say. 'HELP!' we both yell. 'TERRY! HELP! COME QUICKLY!'