A Super Weird! Mystery: Attack of the Haunted Lunchbox

‘Morning, kiddos!’ said their teacher, Mr Thursday, once everyone had squidged their bums into chairs. ‘I’ve got some very exciting news for three of you today.’

He looked at Rhubarb, Yoshi and Melvin, who were sitting in the front row. ‘Ooh, spill the baked beans, Mr Thurs!’ said Rhubarb.

Hector Frisbee, who was slumped in the back row, laughed. ‘Keep it cool, Plonsky,’ he said.

Hector is the leader of The Cool Doods, in case you didn’t know.

‘Yeah Plonsky,’ said his sidekick, Marjorie Pinecone. ‘Keep it cool.’

‘Yeah, keep it cool, Plonsky,’ said Dirk, who’s Hector’s other sidekick.

The Cool Doods are idiots, by the way.

Mr Thursday ignored The Cool Doods and smiled at Rhubarb. ‘I’ve entered The Daily Donut into the Newshound Award,’ he said.

‘The Newshound Award?’ said Yoshi. ‘How exciting!’

‘I can’t believe we’ve been entered into the Newshound Award!’ said Melvin.

‘What’s the Newshound Award?’ asked Rhubarb.

Melvin looked at Rhubarb. ‘Yeah that’s a point, what’s the Newshound Award?’

Mr Thursday chuckled. ‘It’s a competition to find the best newspaper story in the whole of Donut Island,’ he said.

‘Do you really think we could win?’ asked Rhubarb.

‘Absolutely,’ said Mr Thursday. ‘It’d have to be a real story, though. Not like that slime monster one you came up with. Although I have to say, it really was a cracker!’

Melvin blinked. ‘But we didn’t make that up, Mr T. It really did happen.’

Rhubarb nudged her next-door neighbour. ‘Don’t be silly, Melv, of course we made it up,’ she said.

That was the thing about the mystery of the

that tried to eat everyone on Donut Island. Nobody apart from Rhubarb, Melvin and Yoshi remembered it actually happening.

Melvin winked at Rhubarb. ‘Ohhh yeahhh, of course we made it up,’ he said.

‘Anyway,’ said Mr Thursday. ‘The deadline’s tomorrow night. Sorry for the short notice, I only just heard about it myself.’

‘No problemo,’ said Rhubarb. ‘The Daily Donut gang are on the case!’

Hector Frisbee put his hand up, but only halfway, because putting it all the way up wouldn’t’ve looked very cool. ‘Can anybody enter?’ he asked.

Mr Thursday thought for a second. ‘I suppose. But you’ve got to have a newspaper.’

‘What if we started one right now?’ asked Hector.

Rhubarb rolled her eyes. ‘Since when are you interested in newspapers?’

Hector smiled. ‘Since it started annoying you.’

Marjorie chuckled. ‘We could call it The Daily Cool Doods,’ she said.

‘The Daily Cool Doods?’ said Rhubarb, quickly counting up how many donuts you could fit into its logo.

‘That’s the stupidest name I ever heard.’

‘Yeah, that name is SO stupid,’ said Melvin. ‘Plus what would you even write about, anyway?’

‘Cool stuff that happens on Donut Island?’ said Dirk. ‘Like when Hector says something cool, we could just write it down and put a photo of him next to it.’

Hector high-fived Dirk. ‘Nice idea, Measles.’

‘Thanks, boss,’ said Dirk.

Mr Thursday shrugged. ‘Well, there’s nothing to stop you havinga go if you fancy it.’

‘That’s that, then,’ said Hector, pushing his sunglasses up his nose. ‘May the coolest paper win.’

Rhubarb scoffed. ‘Good luck, Frisbee,’ she said. ‘Because you’re gonna need it. Because your paper is going to be rubbish. And The Daily Donut is completely going to win. End of story.’

Except it wasn’t the end of the story. It was just the end of this chapter.

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