Badger The Mystical Mutt And The Barking Boogie - Plot & Excerpts
Dodgy Dave peered through a tiny hole and saw more and more of the Pong Police gathering around them, with their back packs and their sprays. They were surrounded, with nowhere to run. Dodgy Dave winced, both at the scene outside and the smell inside as yet another slow, low prffffft sneaked out of Cheryl’s bottom. He turned to her in horror. “What on earth do you eat to make you smell so badly, Cheryl?” “Just my usual hot Mexican fajitas. Why? What’s wrong with them?” “But they’re really spicy, Cheryl! Far too spicy for dogs. Right, how are we going to get out of this one? The Pong Police are loading their sprays, ready to fire.” “If only Badger the Mystical Mutt were here. He could help us with one of his special spells.” Dodgy Dave rolled his eyes. “Badger the Mystical Mutt? What could he do?” Meanwhile, back in Badger’s garden, his neckerchief started to unravel from his neck. It swirled around and pointed towards the lane. “Whoa, ’Chief!” said Badger, “We’re not supposed to go anywhere near the lane.
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