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his hands and pulling a face.
    Anthony was driving us all up the wall and on to the roof! For the last three days, all he’d done was talk in rhymes and raps, raps and rhymes. At first it was fun. Now it was getting on every single one of my nerves.
    “You’re just jealous,” grinned Anthony.
    “Pinch me, someone! I must be dreaming. I thought I heard Anthony say something that didn’t rhyme!” Mum collapsed back on the sofa.
    “I just suggest
    That I’m the best.
    I beat the rest,
    So put me to the test!” rapped Anthony.
    “How about if I beat you over the head with this cushion?” I scowled at him.
    “Mum, tell him!” said Edward.
    Mum closed her eyes and put her hand to her temples. She stood up.
    “I’m going to my bedroom to read,” Mum said very quietly. “And you three are going to stay down here.”
    “Don’t leave us with him,” I begged Mum.
    “Yeah, you can’t leave us alone with him,” Edward pleaded.
    Anthony started blowing raspberries and patting his cheeks.
    “My name’s not Freddy,
    The dinner isn’t ready!
    It’s got to cook.
    Mum’s off the hook.
    She’s going to her bed to read her library book!” Anthony told us.
    “I’ll see you three when the dinner’s ready,” said Mum, even more quietly than before.
    And before I could even blink, she was out of the room. I looked at Edward. Edward looked at me.
    “Maxine, do something. Save me!” Edward put a cushion over his head, bending the corners down to cover his ears.
    I turned to Anthony. “If you make up one more rhyme, I’ll . . . I’ll . . .”
    “I’m off to the loo!

    But don’t worry ’bout that.
    ’Cause before you know it,
    I’ll be back!” said Anthony.
    And off he went.
    “Maxine, do something –
please
,” Edward begged me.
    “Come on, Edward,” I said. “This is a job for Girl Wonder . . .”
    “And one of the Terrific Twins who’s getting a headache,” Edward complained.
    We whizzed-whirled around until we fell over.
    “What’s your plan?” asked Edward.
    “I haven’t actually got one yet,” I admitted.
    “Then think of one – fast,” Edward ordered.
    I thought and thought and thought. And at last a plan leaped into my head. I told Edward, just as Anthony came running down the stairs. Anthony burst intothe room, but before he could say a word, I got in before him.
    “Until you stop rhyming . . .” I began.
    “Yeah, until you do . . .” said Edward.
    Then Edward and I said together:
    “We’ve decided
    Not to talk to you.”
    Anthony frowned at us.
    “But there’s nothing finer,
    Than to be a rhymer . . .” he began.
    Edward and I didn’t let him finish. We said again,

    “Until you stop rhyming,
    Yeah, until you do,
    We’ve decided
    Not to talk to you.”
    “Come on, Edward. D’you fancy playing a video game?” I asked, ignoring Anthony completely.
    “Yes, all right,” said Edward.
    Edward switched on the telly and put our favourite video game into the game console.
    “Me first,” I said, picking up the controls.
    “If you’re no good at this
    It won’t be much fun.
    So let me show you,
    How it should be done!” said Anthony.
    I looked around the room, puzzled. “Funny! I thought I heard something,” I said.
    “So did I,” said Edward. Then he shrugged. “We must be imagining things.”
    It was really mean, I know, but Anthony was driving us bonkers!
    Anthony looked at us.
    “Can I play?” he said at last.
    I looked at him. “No more rapping or rhyming?” I asked.
    “No more rapping or rhyming,” Anthony said glumly.
    “Thank goodness.” Edward breathed a sigh of relief.
    “You two just don’t appreciate talent,” said Anthony.
    “If you had any, we’d appreciate it,” I answered.
    “Hhmm! Well, you’ll both be sorry,” Anthony told us. “You’re going to miss all my rhymes.”
    Edward and I fell about laughing.
    “You must be joking!” we told him.
    And we each took it in turns to play our video game. Our plan had