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| WHERE IS MR MOUSE? | ||
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Trying to get into the Tzone 66 where they THINK Mr Mouse has gone, Dot and the TricTrucTrackers have hit a big problem – called Nascarbalone Trinth, strictest of the Zonemasters. After they fail an entry test, Trinth poses an IMPOSSIBLE last-chance question – and asks Dot to answer it! She’s TOTALLY stuck – but help is at hand… But we’ll sort him out We gonna RAIN On his snooty snout!” And she was ticking herself off for not thinking of her friend Cursor the Cat – the smartest operator on the Internet, the virus fighter, brave, clever and so cool you could chill a fizzy drink on him! And always there to help her if she needed him… either by popping up in her thoughts, or by arriving unannounced, sorting things out, and vanishing again! He’d done it for her again and again – fighting Mr Fruity, the Cyber-rats’ King of Darkness… helping her when she nearly got cyber-trapped in the court of King Henry VIII… dealing with the evil Information Inverters, who could turn everyone on the net inside out and upside down. He was a friend in need, a friend indeed! “Well?” snarled Trinth, the light of triumph in his eyes. “The answer? Time is running out! I will not be merciful for ever!” Let’s rattle the stones he’s got in his can We’ll give him a jolt, it’s more than time He got a shock - and it’s gonna be mine!” “TWENTY seconds!” gloated Trinth. Walpurgis put his paws over his eyes and Carmeramalita looked like she was going to cry. The other TricTrucTrackers just looked fed up. Wiz let out another little growl – just a tiny one – and Fromage, frantically twirling his whiskers, went “Ow!” as he accidentally pulled one out. “TEN seconds!” “What is the answer, Cursor?” said Dot in her head. She really was getting a bit worried now! Then all your probs are dusted and done!” “Factor 940 in a loop-based progression defaulting to Rule TZ6090, excepting Rule Promulgation Formulas in gigabyte bypass amplification mode!” What in the name of the net was all THAT about! “Ouch!” said Fromage. He’d pulled another whisker out. They all looked at Nascarbalone Trinth. A change seemed to be coming over him – it was like the difference between a nice shiny party balloon you’ve just blown up, and one which has been stuck to the ceiling for a week. It was quite a change! “Ummm… I… ” he went. “You… ” His Picboat made another hiccup, nearly tipping him out. Then he buried his beaky head down in his laptop, muttering to himself. “Well, Zonemaster?” said Walpurgis, winking at Dot. “Are we through?” “It’s extraordinary!” muttered Trinth, ignoring the TricTrucTracker completely. “NO-ONE has ever answered that! Ever! It’s my best question… it’s a killer… ” “WELL?” went all the TricTrucTrackers together – Walpurgis, Eldenbeam, Katzilow Hombellyton and Carmeramalita – “WELL?” It was like a TricTrucTracker choir. Wizzie gave a little bark of amusement. He’d sussed it! The Zonemaster looked up. His beak looked quite droopy now. He gulped. “Co… co… CORRECT!” he said forcing the word out. He gulped again and closed his glittering (actually the looked a bit dim now) black eyes. This was the hard bit. “Entry… Entry… ” He stopped, panting a bit. Cursor had the last word. Now you gotta give way- say it out LOUD! Dot my friend I must be goin’ Got a little Trojan* gonna take some blowin’!” “Entry… ALLOWED!” They were in – into Tzone 66, and hot on the trail of Mr Mouse!
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