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had words with Dad back at the hotel. Lots and lots of words. We could easily hear them in the next room.
    I felt fussed about Biscuits.
    â€˜It’s OK, Super-Tim,’ he said kindly. ‘You should hear my mum going on at my dad sometimes.’
    I felt a lot better. Though I was a bit worried about going to the caravan site myself.
    â€˜Why don’t you want to go now? Kelly’s your girlfriend, isn’t she?’ said Biscuits. He made kissy-kissy noises.
    â€˜Shut up. I don’t
kiss
her.’
    â€˜Oh darling Kelly,
    You’ve got such a flat belly,
    You’re never ever smelly,
    Let’s sit in the dark and watch telly,’ said Biscuits, clasping Dog Hog. He made Dog Hog wiggle around and say in a squeaky voice:
    â€˜Oh Tim, Tim,
    You’re not so dim,
    Come and cuddle in.’
    â€˜You nut! Shut up, shut up,’ I said, seizing Dog Hog and bashing Biscuits on the head with him.
    â€˜Ouch! Kelly’s attacking me,’ Biscuits giggled.
    â€˜Well, give it a rest, you pest. Oh no! You’ve got me doing daft rhymes now. No, about the caravan site. I was thinking . . . what if Prickle-Head and Pinch-Face hang out round there?’
    â€˜Ah,’ said Biscuits. He smoothed Dog Hog and laid him down gently on his pillow. ‘I don’t think I’ll take him with me then.’
    â€˜He can keep Walter company,’ I said. ‘Biscuits, you were so brave rescuing Dog Hog. I wish I was brave like you.’
    â€˜Well, if Prickle-Head threw Walter Bear over the railings you’d go and get him, wouldn’t you?’ said Biscuits.
    â€˜Mmm,’ I said doubtfully. ‘I
hope
I would. I don’t know though. I wish I wasn’t such a coward.’
    â€˜You’re not really,’ said Biscuits – but he sounded doubtful too.
    â€˜Yes, I am. I’m afraid of everything.’
    â€˜Look,
I’m
afraid of Prickle-Head,’ said Biscuits. ‘And Pinch-Face too. He didn’t half dig his nails in when he had hold of me.’
    â€˜I’m afraid of heaps of other people too. I even get scared of my dad sometimes.’
    â€˜Your dad? That’s daft, your dad’s smashing. It’s your mum who’s a bit . . .’
    â€˜A bit what?’
    â€˜Oh, never mind.’
    â€˜OK, I’m not scared of my mum. But I’m scared of all these
things
too.’
    â€˜
What
things?’ said Biscuits. He pulled a face and made his fingers into scrabbly claws. ‘Ghosties and ghoulies?’
    â€˜Silly things. Like looking down from the top of the castle. And – and the cracks in the pier. And all sorts of other stuff.’ I sighed miserably. ‘I’m a complete wimp.’
    â€˜You’re a tearful wimp – and I’m a cheerful chimp!’ said Biscuits, suddenly straddling his legs and letting his arms hang loose. He made loud chimpanzee noises. ‘Me want bananas!’
    It was impossible to stay depressed around Biscuits.
    â€˜Me want bananas too!’ I said, and did my own chimp impersonation.
    Then we grew into Giant Gorillas and did mating calls and Mum stopped telling Dad off next door to come and tell us off instead.
    â€˜You’re obviously getting very silly and over-tired already,’ she said. ‘It’s
not
a good idea for us all to traipse over to this caravan site after tea. But as your father has committed us then I suppose we’ve no option. But we’re not going to stay long. We’ll just say hello and stop ten minutes to be polite. We certainly won’t want any supper.’
    â€˜Some of us might!’ said Biscuits.
    Mum pretended not to hear. She wasn’t talking to Dad at all when we drove over to the caravan site. I was a bit quiet myself, still worried that we might meet up with Prickle-Head any moment. I peered round anxiously as we walked down the rows of caravans – and then someone leapt on my back!
    â€˜Hey, Tim,