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For R. J. P and D. M. P

Contents

Cover

Title Page

Dedication

Check in, check out, shake it all about

Knickers

Drummond and the nose cones, part 1

Drummond and the nose cones, part 2

Copyright

About the Publisher

The Clumsies Make a Mess

The Clumsies Make a Mess of the Seaside

The Clumsies Make a Mess of the Big Show

The Clumsies Make a Mess of the Zoo

The Clumsies Make a Mess of the School

It was a Tuesday morning and Howard and the Clumsies were going on holiday. Howard was carrying a bag and feeling . Purvis was carrying a small bag and feeling eager.

Mickey Thompson was carrying a sombrero and staring at a vending machine while Allen the dog and Ortrud the elephant (carrying nothing), were looking a little bit as they gazed around the airport’s vast departure hall.

Howard glanced down at them.

‘There’s no need for he said, bracingly. ‘We’re all going to have a nice, relaxing time, aren’t we?’

Allen and Ortrud nodded Purvis nodded eagerly and Mickey Thompson began to

‘We’re going to he shouted

‘Yes, indeed,’ said Howard. ‘Our holiday starts right here; the travelling’s all part of the fun.’

‘Oh, I can’t wait, I can’t wait,’ said Mickey Thompson. He stuck out his arms like wings and raced off shouting

‘COME BACK,’ Howard.

went Mickey Thompson, racing back and into Howard’s foot.

‘Ouch,’ said Howard.

‘Sorry, Howard,’ said Purvis, grabbing his brother before he could set off again. ‘He’s over-excited about the

‘We’re going to a million miles fast and a billion miles than the sun,’ announced Mickey Thompson. Ortrud in alarm and Allen looked a little

‘PURVIS!’ said Howard, loudly. ‘Tell us which part of the holiday you’re most looking forward to.’

‘Travelling wisely,’ said Purvis, delving into his bag and producing a well-thumbed book called “The Wise Traveller”.

‘It has all sorts of useful information,’ he said, ‘but there were one or two things I wanted to ask you, Howard.’

‘Ask away,’ said Howard. Purvis opened the book and out a drawing of Howard in a swimsuit, on a tropical-looking beach.

a minute,’ said Howard.

‘Yes,

a minute,’ said Mickey Thompson. ‘That’s my drawing; I did it last week.’

‘I know,’ said Purvis. ‘I borrowed it to use as a bookmark.’

‘I’ve been looking for it everywhere,’ Mickey Thompson. ‘I wanted to it up in the office.’

‘We will,’ said Purvis, ‘as soon as we get back from holiday.’

‘Oh no we won’t,’ said Howard. ‘It’s unflattering.’

‘It isn’t,’ protested Mickey Thompson. ‘It looks just like you.’

‘I disagree,’ said Howard.

‘I think it’s good,’ said Purvis.

‘So do I,’ said Mickey Thompson.

‘But, but,’ Howard.

‘Listen,’ said Purvis, tapping his book.

‘“The wise traveller is a calm traveller, remaining cheerful at all times and never bickering with his, or her, companions.”’

‘Sensible advice,’ Howard. ‘Now, what was it you wanted to ask?’

‘Well,’ said Purvis, ‘there are chapters on safaris and camel trains and hot air ballooning, and what to wear

and what to pack and what to say, but I couldn’t find anything about airports.’

‘Nothing at all?’ said Howard, sounding

‘No,’ said Purvis, ‘so I don’t know what it is we’re supposed to do here.’

‘It’s simple,’ said Howard. ‘First we check in at “check in”. He pointed at a sign marked “Check in”, and everyone looked and .

‘Check in,’ Mickey Thompson. ‘Check in.’

‘Then we go through security.’ Howard pointed at a queue of people shuffling quietly under a sign marked “Security”. Everyone nodded and looked.

‘After security we leave the “landside” part of the airport, which is here, and go to the “airside” part of the airport, which is through there.’ Howard pointed at some double doors marked “Airside through here”, and everyone looked slightly .

‘Then we wait until it’s time for us to .’

Mickey Thompson started again and stuck out his arms.

‘Not so ,’ said Howard, grabbing him before he could run off. ‘This airport is a and busy place full of and busy people, so it’s very important we all keep together: we don’t want anyone getting lost, or , do we?’

‘No, Howard,’ said the mice.

‘No, Howard,’ agreed Howard. ‘Please explain it to Allen and Ortrud, too.’

‘They heard you,’ said Purvis.

‘They’re still looking said Howard, peering at them. ‘No need for he said bracingly, again. ‘We’re all going to have a nice, holiday.’

‘We certainly are,’ said Purvis. ‘Ortrud wants to go snorkelling and Allen would like to try golf.’

‘Excellent,’ said Howard. ‘And I’m going to take you all to see the Armitage Museum.’

‘Oh,’ said Purvis. ‘Yes.’

‘Did you know,’ said Howard, ‘the Armitage Museum was founded by my great-great-great-great-great-great grandmother’s second cousin once removed, Miss Hortence-Howardenia Armitage?’

said Mickey Thompson. ‘You told us.’

‘The Armitage Museum,’ continued Howard, ‘contains Armitage-related memorabilia from around the world, including 392 photocopies of the birth, marriage and death certificates of Armitages past, and 64 newspaper cuttings.’

‘That’s , Howard,’ said Purvis, stifling a yawn.

‘It has the collection of… wait a minute,’ said Howard, staring at Allen and Ortrud, who had curled up and closed their eyes.

‘What’s wrong with them now?’

Howard,’ said Purvis. ‘, shouldn’t we be getting along to check in?’

‘You’re right,’ said Howard. He picked up his bag and started in it. ‘I’ll just find my ticket and passport and stuff and oh dear.’

‘What’s wrong?’ said Purvis.

‘I’ve just had a thought,’ said Howard.

‘Where’s he going? What’s he doing?’ said Allen, jolting upright.

‘I’ve no idea,’ said Purvis.

‘I have,’ said Mickey Thompson. ‘He’s limbering up for the , of course. Come on.’ He put down his sombrero and started to star-jump, so Allen and Ortrud joined in while Purvis watched Howard head northwards, then leftwards, grab a handful of leaflets from a leaflet display, then turn and run towards them.

‘Right,’ said Howard, arriving back, and opening a leaflet marked, “Rules and Regulations, part 17(b), appendix 5, W-Z”. ‘I need to work out what to do next.’

‘Check in next, surely?’ said Purvis.

‘They’re limbering up,’ explained Purvis. ‘For the .’

‘I wish they wouldn’t,’ said Howard. ‘It’s distracting.’

‘That’s enough for now, actually,’ Mickey Thompson, rolling onto his back and flat on the floor. Allen and Ortrud rolled too and lay next to him.

‘So, Howard,’ said Purvis. ‘Is there a problem?’

‘Yes,’ said Howard. ‘I’d completely forgotten there are all sorts of rules and regulations about getting through check in and security and over to airside.’ He pointed at the double doors in the distance. Everyone looked at the doors and then at Howard.

‘What sort of rules and regulations?’ asked Purvis.

‘We’re not allowed any said Howard.

‘That’s OK, we haven’t got any said Purvis as Ortrud wildly.

Howard winced, and passed Purvis the leaflet.

said Purvis, reading it out. ‘It says,

“For the purposes of these rules and regulations wildlife is defined as any unauthorised animal including hedgehogs, donkeys, tigers, snakes—”’

‘Ortrud’s in the clear!’ Mickey Thompson.

‘I haven’t finished yet,’ said Purvis. ‘“Badgers, foxes, elephants—”’

‘Whoops,’ said Mickey Thompson, as Ortrud again even more wildly.

‘“Cows”,’ continued Purvis, ‘“wombats etc.; mice”.’

Everyone .

‘But we’re not said Mickey Thompson. ‘We live in Howard’s office; it’s all cosy, with biscuits.’

‘I know that and you know that,’ said Howard, ‘but the airport authorities don’t. They’ll say elephants and mice are things and that things are strictly against the rules. I’m not sure about Allen, either.’

Allen wagged his tail and his tongue lolled out.

‘Allen’s the least of any of us,’ said Purvis. ‘He won’t be any trouble.’

‘Of course he won’t,’ said Howard, patting Allen’s head.

‘Nor will we,’ said Mickey Thompson,

‘Of course you w…’ began Howard and stopped, and coughed. He walked over to some seats and sat down.

‘I don’t know what I was thinking,’ he said. ‘They’re never going to let me through with a dog, two mice and an elephant.’

‘Oh dear,’ said Purvis.

‘Ah well,’ said Howard, ‘never mind. I’ve managed without a holiday for – how is it now?’

Purvis opened his bag and took out a piece of paper covered in pencil marks. He counted them up.

‘Seven years, five months, three days,’ he said.

‘Then I can probably manage a little ,’ said Howard. ‘We’d better get back to the office.’

‘Howard!’ chorused the mice, disappointedly.

‘But our holiday, Howard,’ said Mickey Thompson. ‘We were going to fly.’