Agatha Parrot and the Floating Head Read Online Free

the time I got into class I just had one full bottle left, so when I put my book bag away, I tipped it out under the radiator behind Matty’s chair.

    Ivy and Bianca were at their table with the Other Martha between them. They had set her up leaning forwards a bit with her hood pulled right over so it was hard to see the face. Everything seemed fine so far, but then Miss Pingle started to take the register. I’d forgotten about that!
    â€˜Darren? Liam? Alfie?’ They each made their usual little grunty
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noises and Miss Pingle ticked them off. ‘Molly B? Bianca . . .?’Miss Pingle gave her a funny look. ‘Why are you still wearing your coat, Bianca?’

    â€˜Because it’s cold,’ said Bianca.
    â€˜Ex-CUSE me?’ said Miss P doing a bit of teacher sarcasm. New teachers always do that, it must be something they learn at college. ‘You all said it was hot yesterday and now it’s cold today.’
    Bianca looked at me crossly, because she thought I’d dropped herin it. OK, I suppose I had actually. Ellie was looking at me too and I thought she was going to cry. Oh well, if my plan was going to work it was time I got on with it.

    â€˜It WILL be cold,’ I told Miss Pingle. ‘Mr Motley is going to shut the boiler down because the radiators are leaking.’
    â€˜No one told me that,’ said Miss P.
    But then Matty jumped up from his chair. ‘Urgh!’ he said. ‘The floor’s all wet.’

    Miss Pingle went over to look. ‘Oh dear, I see what you mean. You might need your coats after all, but let me just finish the register first.’ She continued reading out the names and everybody made their noises. Ivy looked at me as if to say ‘What happens when she comes to Martha?’ Good question.
    I leant over and put my ear by the Other Martha’s balloon head.
    â€˜Molly G?’ said Miss Pingleworking through the list. ‘Natasha? Ellie? Martha?’
    â€˜HA HA HA HA HA!’
    I burst out laughing so Miss Pingle gave me a strange look. ‘Sorry,’ I said. ‘It’s just that Martha whispered something and it was a bit rude.’
    â€˜Did she really?’ said Miss Pingle pulling a cross face. ‘Well I’ll thank you to keep it to yourself, Martha,’ she said, then she ticked Martha’s nameoff on the register just as I planned it! ‘Leah? Philippa? And Donovan? Thank you class, now who wants to take the register to Miss Wizzit?’
    I put my hand up. It HAD to be me, I had things to do. ‘I just remembered I left my spelling book in my coat pocket,’ I said.
    â€˜Then you better go to the cloakroom and get it,’ said Miss Pingle. ‘And could you drop off the register on the way?’
    â€˜Of course,’ I said.
    Ha ha, I’d fooled her . . . or had I? When I left the class Miss Pingle was giving me a funny look. No wonder! Why did I tell her I was getting my spelling book from my coat in the cloakroom? I was WEARING my coat!
    I was going to have to be a lot more careful if my leaky pipe plan was going to work. I still had the trickiest bit to do.

The Emergency Mop and Bucket Operation
    B y the time I got to reception, the rush was over and Miss Wizzit was photocopying something for Miss Barking. I plonked the register down then pointed at thewet carpet. ‘Has somebody spilt something?’ I asked them.
    Ho ho! Miss Barking immediately went to stand on guard at the edge of the wet patch. She held her arms sticking out to the sides to stop anyone getting near, even though the only people around were me and Miss Wizzit. ‘Keep back!’ she ordered us. ‘You might slip and fall and hurt yourself. Miss Wizzit, can you organise an emergency mopand bucket operation?’

    Miss Wizzit pulled the sort of face that you can only pull if you’re Miss Wizzit and you’re told to organise an emergency mop and bucket operation. She did a long yawn