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“I—I didn’t realize I was on the edge of the toilet, did I? I didn’t know what it was . . . It just smelled . . . ”
    â€œKind of . . . tasty?” muttered Josh. “Like bathroom soup.”
    Danny pivoted around in the air to stare at his brother. “It’s because we’re flies, isn’t it?”
    â€œYep,” said Josh. “To a fly, pee is soup.”
    â€œAnd that really nice smell from near Piddle’s basket . . . ?”
    â€œLet’s just get going, shall we?” said Josh, briskly. “We’ve got work to do!”
    They flew around the edge of the bathroom door. They dropped through the warm updraft of air from downstairs. Now they could hear voices. Heavy, slow, and human.
    Following the voices, which vibrated around them, they arrived in the kitchen. It smelled incredibly sweet. Mrs. Sharpe was making cakes. Tarquin was with her. He was sitting at the kitchen table.
    â€œShhh!” said Josh. “Let’s wait here and listen for a while. See if they own up to chopping up Mom’s hedge.”
    And then the room flipped over.

It didn’t seem strange that the room had flipped over. To Josh and Danny, now standing on the ceiling, being upside down felt like the most natural thing in the world.
    â€œThis is so cool!” said Danny. “And ooooh, that cake mix smells so good!”
    â€œSshh! We need to listen to them!” said Josh. It wasn’t easy. Just like the last time, when they’d shrunk into spiders, human speech sounded much deeper and slower than usual. After a while, though, Josh felt his quick fly brain adapt. He began to understand what Mrs. Sharpe and Tarquin were saying.
    â€œGood work, Tarquin,” said Mrs. Sharpe. “Are you sure nobody saw you?”

    â€œOf course not, Mother!” sniffed Tarquin. “I am not an idiot, you know!”
    â€œGood. Just as long as you’re sure. Even though my garden is obviously the best in town, the judge could have been charmed by those dreadful tacky topiary birds. Now there’s not much chance of that! Did you hide them, like I said? I wouldn’t put it past her to cheat and wire them back on.”
    â€œYes, Mother. They’re in the front room.”
    Josh and Danny gasped. Petty was right!
    â€œThe front room? Are you crazy? What if the judge comes early and finds the evidence all over the carpet?” Mrs. Sharpe waved her wooden spoon around in fury. A large blob of cake mix splodged onto the floor. A wonderful scent hit Danny like a wave. He just couldn’t help himself. He dropped down from the ceiling, turning a somersault in the air. He buzzed straight for the floor.
    â€œDanny!” called Josh. “We haven’t got time for snacks! We have to find Mom’s hedge birds!”
    â€œI can’t . . . help . . . myself . . . ” wailed back Danny. He landed on the pale yellow blob, which rose up like a small hill from the red floor tile. His proboscis stuck out of his face and squelched down into the glorious squidgy mess.
    Something gooey shot out of the end of his proboscis, making the cake mix go squishier still. Now he could suck it up like a milk shake. Oooh! It was delicious!
    Josh landed beside Danny with a plop. “Come on,” he said. “Time to go!” But before he could say another word, his own proboscis had shot out and was busy spitting goo out too. A second later, Josh was also sucking up cake mix and fly-spit smoothie.
    Then there was a sudden whoosh of wind behind them. A terrifying thrumming noise. Josh and Danny looked up to see a huge orange crisscross square hurtling toward them.

    â€œARRRGH!” yelled Danny, shooting high into the air. His proboscis snapped back into his face like a pinged rubber band. “It’s a flyswatter! They’re swatting us!” Josh had figured this out too. He zoomed across the kitchen so fast his vision blurred. Danny flew close