Authors: Angie Sage
A
unt Tabby does not approve of paying to see things that it is perfectly possible to see for freeâlike fish and turtles and frogsâand I was sure she would not approve of going to Water Wonderland. Which she didn't.
So I asked her when she had last seen a real fishâone that was swimming around and not just lying on her plate covered in bread crumbs. Aunt Tabby sniffed and said that that
was the way she preferred to see her fish, thank you very much.
That gave me an idea. You never know with Aunt Tabbyâshe likes eating really weird stuff. Who knows, maybe the frogs in Old Morris's bucket were not Barry's frogs but a coincidenceâcoincidences happen to detectives all the time and it is something you have to watch out for. Maybe what had really happened was that Aunt Tabby had snuck downstairs and fried up Barry's frogs as a midnight snack. I added the fried-frog theory to my list of possibilities.
“But what about
frogs
in bread crumbs, Aunt Tabby?” I asked.
As a detective you have to learn to notice when people look guilty. But Aunt Tabby looked like she normally does when I say
stuffâkind of amazed and irritated at the same timeâand said, “Don't be silly, Araminta.” I decided to cross the fried-frog theory right off.
Then Aunt Tabby amazed
me
. She said, “Very well, we'll go to this Water Wonderland place if you really want to.” I think the shark must have made Aunt Tabby go a bit peculiar.
Wanda and I had to wear our hats. I pointed out to Wanda that they were a really good disguise, as everyone would look at the hats and no one would notice who was stuck underneath them, not even Nosy Nora.
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Before long before we were all at the ticket office in the old gatehouse to Water Wonderland with Aunt Tabby saying in a loud voice, “
How
much?”
The man selling the tickets was none other than Old Morris. His little beady eyes stared at Aunt Tabby and he growled, “You heard, lady. Take it or leave it.”
“Leave it,” snapped Aunt Tabby. “Rude man.”
Wanda gave a mournful wail and Brendaâwho was also being a bit peculiar since the shark incidentâquickly opened the new bat purse that Uncle Drac had knitted for her. “Two adults and two children please,” she said.
“All tickets cost the same,” growled Old Morris. I looked at Old Morris carefully. He was soaking wet and was dripping water all over the tickets. I thought it was very suspicious. He saw me staring at him and stared back. Then he said, “Although I am considering charging more for kids since they are nothing but trouble.”
I am sure I heard Aunt Tabby mutter “How true” under her breath.
Water Wonderland was packed. All the
people from the beach were there, which was strange as earlier the place had been totally empty. But I suppose the shark had scared them all so much that they only wanted to see safe fish.
Aunt Tabby looked around in disgust. “This is a
ghastly
place,” she said. “I can't think why you want to come here, Wanda.”
“Neither can I,” I told Wanda. “It's horrible.”
“Don't be silly, Araminta,” hissed Wanda. “You
know
why we want to come here.”
“I am laying a false trail,” I hissed back. “I don't want Aunt Tabby getting suspicious.” A good detective has to think ahead, but I do not know of any detectives who first have to get rid of their aunt and their sidekick's mother
before they can go detecting. But
I
had to.
“Why don't you and Brenda go and have a cup of coffee?” I asked Aunt Tabby.
Aunt Tabby looked at me suspiciously. “Why?” she asked.
See what I mean?
The nearest mushroom shed had been turned into something called Squid Café. It was painted with a picture of a giant squid with its tentacles wrapped around a massive doughnut and a picture of an octopus drinking eight cups of coffee. Brenda was already on her way. Brenda's homing instinct for doughnuts runs a close second to the Wanda homing instinct.
Soon Brenda and Pusskins had sat down with three doughnuts and a milk shake; Aunt
Tabby was reluctantly sipping a cup of black coffee.
“Can Araminta and I go and see the fish, Mom?” Wanda asked.
Brenda nodded and shoveled another doughnut into her mouth.
“You've got sugar all over your nose, Brenda,” said Aunt Tabby disapprovingly. She looked at her watch and said, “Don't be long. Fish Frolicsâwhatever
that
isâstarts in half an hour.”
So we had half an hour to find Sir Horace, rescue him, find the frogs, and rescue
them
. It was a tight schedule, but I knew Detective Spookie could do it.
Water Wonderland was a strange place. It was just a track with three long and very decrepit old mushroom sheds on one side of it and a scruffy green circus tent on the other side. Outside the tent there was a sign that said:
“We've found the frogs!” said Wanda. “They're here!”
The next thing I knew she had wriggled underneath the canvas and disappeared inside the tent. I followed her.
It was weird inside the tent. It was filled
with a strange green light and smelled of a mixture of crushed grass and fish. There were three tiers of wooden benches arranged in front of a huge glass tank, which was full of water and a few bored fish. Around the edge of the tank was a wide wooden ledge with a ladder propped up against it and there was a big striped curtain hiding the back of the tank.
“I bet the frogs are behind that curtain,” whispered Wanda. We climbed up the ladder, walked around the ledge, and peered behind the curtain. They weren't. There was nothing thereâno frog bucket and no Sir Horace. Just a big empty ledge like a diving board and one lonely hat stand.
“This is a weird place,” whispered Wanda. “I prefer mushrooms.”
But there weren't any mushrooms left in Water Wonderland.
Now we checked out the old mushroom shed opposite the tent. It had pictures of weird fish painted on the side and someone
had written “Akwarium Aquarium” across the corrugated iron roof. A little kid and a big kid were coming out with their parents, and the little one was saying, “But
why
were the fish floating upside down, Dad?” and his dad said, “I expect they were just a bit tired.” Then the big kid said, “Just a bit
dead
you mean,” and the little kid burst into tears.
We peered into the Akwarium Aquarium but there was no sign of Sir Horace or the frogs. There was just a great big dripping tank lit with a few dim light bulbs swinging from frayed wires. The tank was green and very murky. The only fish I could see were a few yucky suckerfish with their heads stuck to the glassâand even those were upside down.
The next shed had pictures of turtles all over itâat least I think that was what they
were meant to be, although Wanda thought they were rocks with legs. It was quite dark inside as only one light bulb was working; all we could see were old mushroom boxes and a few of Uncle Drac's bat poo sacksâwhich was why all the kids in there were holding their noses. In the middle of the floor there was a small dirty yellow plastic pool, and a few people were standing around it. Since Wanda and I were on important business we pushed our way through to check it out.
It wasn't worth it.
One small turtle sat on an upturned bucket in the middle of the pool. Personally I do not see the point in staring at turtles but there were a lot of people there who obviously did. The turtle stared at them and they stared at the turtle. Fun.
We left them to it.
Outside the turtle shed I found our first clue. I picked it up and showed it to Wanda. “Look!” I said. “A clue!”
“No it's not, it's a rusty old bolt,” she said.
“Exactly. From Sir Horace's helmet.”
“You don't know that.”
“I
do
. When you've fixed Sir Horace's helmet as many times as I have you know every single bolt.”
And then we found another one. And a bit further along the track we found another.
“Maybe you're right,” said Wanda.
“I know I'm right,” I said. “We are on a trail now. All we have to do is follow the bolts and we will find Sir Horace.”
The trail led us away from the mushroom sheds, past a smelly old pond to the back of the mushroom farm. Suddenly I guessed where it was going. “It leads to the old ruins,” I told Wanda. I felt really excited and just like a real detective.
“What old ruins?” she asked.
This is why Wanda Wizzard will never make chief detective. She does not look properly. The old ruins were staring us in the face. I very helpfully pointed them out to my sidekick, who was not appreciative. “That's just a pile of boring old rocks,” she said.
But when I showed her the old door with Sir Horace's crest on it she changed her mind.
I
could see why Wanda thought the old ruins were just a pile of old stones because that's exactly what they looked like, but of course I wasn't going to tell her that. The only reason that I knew they weren't a pile of stones was because once, as a special treat on Halloween, Uncle Drac had let me come with him when he delivered the bat poo to the mushroom farm.
Uncle Drac used to sell organic bat poo but he lost a lot of customers because he would only deliver it at night. I think he scared people too, although I don't know why, because Uncle Drac is the sweetest person you could ever wish to meet. But the night that I helped Uncle Drac deliver the bat poo Uncle Drac really scared Old Morris because he and I were both wearing our vampire teeth and we had a lot of fake blood on as well. Old Morris yelled and ran away when he saw us. We waited forever in case he came back but he didn't, so we left the bat poo by the gate and then Uncle Drac whispered, “Would you like to see the old ruins, Minty? They are very spooky.”
Well, of course I had said yes. Uncle Drac
was right, the ruins were extremely spookyâalmost as spooky as Spookie House. It was as if all the knights and ladies and princesses and pages from hundreds of years ago were still floating around and had nothing better to do than stare at you. But I didn't tell Wanda that because I needed her help to lift up the heavy iron bar that someone had put across the door since Uncle Drac and I had been there. Although Wanda is small she is quite strong and together we managed to lift off the iron bar.
“It's a bit like a prisonâor a dungeon,” Wanda whispered as we crept inside.
“It's not a dungeon, silly,” I told her. “
That
is underneath the ticket officeâin the old gatehouse.”
Uncle Drac had told me that the ruins were the keep, which is the little round part in the middle of a castle that you retreat to if your enemies have knocked down your walls and are swarming all over the place. I suppose the idea is you can keep safe there.
I switched on my flashlight and Wanda switched on hers because she is a copycat. We shone the light all around the keep and Wanda kept going “Ooh” and “Aah,” as if she had seen something interesting. But it wasn't interesting; it was full of junk. Old Morris had put all the stuff from the mushroom sheds in there, and there was a huge pile of Uncle Drac's bat poo sacks piled up against the far wall. They were beginning to fall apart and the bat poo was falling out, which is why the place smelled so horrible. Personally I think old bat
poo smells more disgusting than new bat poo, and that is saying something.
Then Wanda screamedâright in my ear.
“Shh!” I said. What Wanda does not understand is that if you are a detective you can't go screaming all over the place. I mean, when did you last hear a detective scream?
“But something poked my leg,” she hissed.
“
What
poked your leg?”
“I don't
know
,” wailed Wanda.
“Shh! Well, have a look and see.”
“I don't want to, it might be
horrible
,” Wanda whispered.
“I'll look then.” I swung my flashlight around, and there it was. “Great!” I said. “You just walked into Sir Horace's wheelbarrow.”
Sir Horace did not look happy in his wheelbarrow. His arms were jammed in along the
sides and his top half had come away from his bottom half.
“Sir Horace, are you okay?” I asked.
He did not reply.
“Hello, Sir Horace,” said Wanda. “We've come to rescue you.” But there was still no reply.
It was most odd because Sir Horace is a well-mannered ghost, which is why Aunt Tabby likes him, and he would never ignore you like that, even when he was in pieces. Something was wrong.
“Something has happened to him,” whispered Wanda. “Something
horrible
.”
I flipped open Sir Horace's visor and looked inside. It felt a bit rude really, like looking inside someone's head.
“Is he there?” whispered Wanda anxiously.
“I don't know,” I said. “I'm not sure how you can tell.”
“Why did you look then?” Wanda said grumpily. But all the same she peered inside too. “He's not there,” she said, sounding very sure.
The thing is that Sir Horace is not the kind of ghost you can see, not like his page, Edmund, who is a weird sickly-green color and shimmers in an irritating way. Sir Horace lives inside his armor and that is all you see of him, just his shell.
“He can't not be there,” I said. “That's where he lives.”
“Not anymore, it isn't,” said Wanda. “Maybe he's gone to live somewhere else.”
“Don't be dumb, Wanda. Where would he go? Come on, let's get him out of here.”
I picked up the wheelbarrow handles. Sir Horace was surprisingly heavy. “Oof,” I said, “push the door open, Wanda.”
“But Nosy Nora will see us,” said Wanda.
“Nosy Nora won't see anything,” I told her. “We'll take Sir Horace across the field and tip him into the ditch by the road. We can cover him up with leaves and stuff and no one will see him. Then we can come back later and pick him up in the van.”
“You can't put Sir Horace in a
ditch
,” exclaimed Wanda.
“Well, it's better than him being stuck in the keep. And it won't be for long, will it?”
Wanda sighed but she opened the door, and I wheeled Sir Horace out.
The sun seemed really bright after our being in such a gloomy place, and I was really
happy to be back outside.
“Can you see Nosy Nora?” whispered Wanda, her little eyes blinking in the sunshine.
“Of course not,” I said. “I told you it would be all right.”
But it wasn't.
Nora FitzMaurice jumped out from behind a rock and screeched, “Hey! What are you doing with my dad's new suit of armor? I'm going to tell on you!” Then she shot off, her pigtails flying, yelling, “I'm going to tell on you!”
“Quick!” I said. “Let's get Sir Horace over to the ditch.”
Together we ran across the field with Sir Horace rattling in the wheelbarrow as we bumped over the grass. We pushed through the hedge to the roadside and threw Sir
Horace into the ditch.
SPLASH!
It was a pity that the ditch was full of water, but I figured it was better than being old Morris's prisoner any day.
“We'll dry him out later,” I told Wanda. “Now all we have to do is rescue the frogs.”