The Sleepover Club at the Carnival

The Sleepover Club at the Carnival
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Join the Sleepover Club: Frankie, Kenny, Felicity, Rosie and Lyndsey, five girls who want to have fun – but who always end up in mischief!Carnival is coming to Cuddington! There’ll be music, costumes, and even a part for Alfie the horse, if Lyndz has her way. Frankie and her mates do loads of research for their carnival float – and things get seriously interesting when they stumble on some old wartime photos of the village. Who’s that girl, the one who looks exactly like Kenny? Is it coincidence, or could they be related?Dress yourself up and groove on over!AGE 7-9

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by Sue Mongredien

CONTENTS

Cover

Title Page

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Have you been invited to all these sleepovers?

Sleepover kit List

Copyright

About the Publisher

Howdy, fans, Kenny here. You know, the quiet, shy, retiring, polite one! What do you mean, you don’t believe me? Oh, OK, then – I’m the loud, rude one who’s always getting us into trouble. Satisfied?

Hey, what are you doing upside-down like that anyway? What? You’re NOT upside-down? Oh – silly me! You just LOOK upside-down, that’s all. In fact, everything looks upside-down – because I’m upside-down! Derrr! I’ve been practising for the world record in standing on your head, you see. The only thing is, after a while, you forget you’re the wrong way round and it seems perfectly normal to be staring at people’s feet. My dad keeps saying that being upside-down all the time means my brain is getting squashed, and it’s only a matter of time before it turns to mush. I don’t THINK I believe him, but then he IS a doctor, so maybe he knows something I don’t?

Hang on a second while I turn the right way again. There, that’s better! Let’s go and sit out in the garden, shall we? I hate staying indoors when the weather’s nice. Why stay inside four boring walls when you can practise your cartwheels up and down the lawn?

Anyway, I’m glad I saw you, because the others voted for me to tell you all about the Cuddington Carnival and what we did for it. “Kenny,” they said, “as the best, funniest, cleverest and most entertaining storyteller of all of us, you MUST tell all the Sleepover Club fans what happened at the carnival. We’re begging you!”

OK, OK, so the others didn’t quite say all of that. But as Frankie pointed out, a lot of what I’m about to tell you is MY story. And as animal-mad Lyndz would say – you might as well hear it straight from the horse’s mouth! (Not that I’m a horse, but… Oh, you know what I mean.)

Have you ever been to a carnival? Believe it or not, I HADN’T until last week. Now I’ve been to one, I want to go to lots more – they are so megatastically awesome! And the only thing that’s keeping me from being completely gutted that this year’s carnival is all over, is the fact that it’s half term now. We’re off school for a week, yippee! But if the carnival had just finished and we still had to go back to school – that would just be too traumatic for words!

Anyway, I’d better get on with the story. The rest of the Sleepover Club is coming over for lunch in a bit, and you know what a load of blabbermouths they are – they’ll just want to interrupt me all the time. And we don’t want that, do we?

Well, the first I heard about the Cuddington Carnival was from my mum. She’s a pretty good source for juicy gossip, and always knows what’s going on around Cuddington. She helps out as a receptionist at my dad’s surgery and also does some hairdressing from home, so one way or another, people are always telling her their news – which she then tells to my grandma on the phone. That’s when I start earwigging.

Over the years, I’ve built up quite a good gossip radar in my ears. There are certain words that my radar always picks up on, however boring the rest of the talk is. For example, here’s a typical conversation between Mum and Grandma on the phone. Mum tends to do most of the talking so this is what I hear:

“Recipe for lemon cake… drone, drone… Alison Parker’s new baby… drone, drone-Mrs Ellis’s sciatica… drone, drone… Emma’s boyfriend…”

PING! That’s where my ears prick up. Emma’s my oldest sister and she never tells me anything about her love life, even though I’m always trying to find out the gory details. Excellent blackmailing material, you see – not to mention all the fun I can have winding her up! But although Emma won’t tell ME anything, she often confides in Mum, and that’s where the gossip radar comes in handy. It means that once Mum starts yakking on to Grandma about it, yours truly gets to find out what’s going on, too!

So a couple of weeks ago, I was sitting in my favourite eavesdropping position – at the kitchen table, pretending to flick through one of Emma’s magazines, with one ear firmly tuned to Mum. This time, I heard:

“Cathy Clayton’s new hairdo… drone, drone… Jim’s working too hard… drone, drone… Molly’s piano exam… drone, drone… plans for the carnival…”

PING! Carnival? What carnival? What was she talking about? I immediately tuned in fully to hear more.

“Yes, Sheila Adams told me about it,” Mum was saying. “At the end of the month… Oh, you know, floats and dressing up and bouncy castles, I should think… Mmm, well, she’s asked me to help out with some baking, as there are going to be stalls in the main street. I was wondering if I could get your chocolate cheesecake recipe off you… Yes…”



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