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But they never discovered which particular part of a lamb Mr Flash thought could be the most rapidly agitated. With a rousing battle cry of ‘Snee!’ the Combat Wombat launched itself into the air and attached itself firmly to Mr Flash’s moustache.
“Right,” Duncan said, slowing as we approached a small wooden building pushed up against the back of the school. “But everything from that shed’s been moved into this shed.”
We shielded our eyes as Noah blasted the doors open with a fiery explosion.
Duncan sighed. “The doors weren’t locked, buddy.”
“Oh, sorry,” Noah said, embarrassed. “It’s just, we’re in a hurry, and uh…”