day fifty-seven and scramble...

"We're rumbled!” said Benny. 

“Erk!” said Ron.

The octopus looked towards the door, where Ron and Benny were still watching through the two centimetre gap. The Spy also turned to look, and seeing Ron and Benny's four eyeballs, fired the harpoon-gun at them. The harpoon whizzed through the gap in the door, but luckily went between the second and third eyeballs.

“You have failed, Agent 246,” said the octopus, looking at the mixture in the pan, which was starting to fizz and bubble. “This is not beetroot soup!” 

Benny burst into the room. “Get out of here!” he shouted.”It’s going to blow up!”

Ron yanked the harpoon rope and pulled the Spy out of the room. The octopus was mad and slithered towards Benny, brandishing various dangerous-looking kitchen utensils in it’s tentacles.

Benny hastily left the room and closed the door behind him. He took the harpoon-gun from the Spy and jammed it under the door-handle. They could hear the octopus cursing on the other side of the door as they scrambled down the staircase to the hangar. When they got there, the Spy flicked a switch on the wall which opened the slit to the outside and they all tried to squeeze into the autogyro... that is, the single-seater autogyro.

© David Severn 2012