How Dot, Wizzie and Mr Mouse saved the Eden Project - with the help of
their friend Evie Eden!

Dot, Wizard and Mr Mouse had gone on another Internet adventure...but they didn't know where they were. They were crouching behind a big sofa in a strange office listening to a man they didn't know talking on the phone. And was he worried...!

"Robin it's no good. Every time we run the climate control programme it comes out back to front. We get cold for hot, temperate for tropical, rain for sun, you name it - all wrong, all the time. We've got some of the most fabulous, special and beautiful plants in the world out under those biomes of ours - they may be the biggest domes in the world for plants, but... but... "

'Tim' seemed to run out of things to say for a moment. He scratched his head till his curly hair stood up even more as he listened to his friend on the other end of the phone. Then he went on, more worried than ever.

"Yes, well, fine, but those biomes might just as well be garden compost heaps if we don't get this sorted! Thousands and thousands of people want to see what we've created here, just why the Eden Project is so special - and if we don't get on top of this I don't want to think what's going to happen to us!" In the dark behind the sofa Dot turned to Mr Mouse accusingly. "EDEN! " she whispered. "You typed in EDEN, not EDAM!!! That's why we've arrived at the EDEN Project!"

Mr Mouse bared his teeth in another sheepish smile. "Well...yeah...come on" he whispered back. "I mean... nobody's perfect - gimme a break will ya... I'm the one who's not getting his cheese, remember?"

Dot sighed crossly and shook her head - Wizzie covered his nose with his paws and tried not to laugh. Meanwhile, the frantic phone call was coming to an end.

"OK. OK, OK!" he said. "I know you and the team are doing everything you can. But we're all depending on you...you've got to get us out of this. I'd better go - I've got a meeting with Jack to see what we can do with the press if this gets out. Talk to you after that!"

The phone went down with a bang. "Oh why didn't I just stick to finding lost gardens!" Tim muttered. As Dot and Wizard peeked round the sofa, he grabbed his jacket, and - still muttering under his breath - swept out, slamming the door behind him.

As Tim's footsteps echoed away down the passage, Dot, Wizzie and Mr Mouse came out from behind the sofa. Dot turned to Mr Mouse. "Well?" she said. "I think you owe us an explanation, Mr Mouse! Where have you brought us?"

By now, though, Mr Mouse had got some of his usual cheek back. "C'mon Dot!" he said. "Is it my fault if the Grimbles got on my case? You know - you type in one word but they put in another, just for fun. They get everywhere when you're typing on the computer. Edam - Eden - see? That's an easy one for the Grimbles!"

"Well that's all fine" said Wizard, giving himself a good scratch. "But the thing is - where are we?"

"Diddleypick!"

Dot whirled round. "Who said that?"

"Not me!" said Wizzie and Mr Mouse together.

"Diddleypick!"

"There it goes again!" Dot looked round - and just out of the corner of her eye, she saw a little shape go darting across the computer screen.

What on earth was happening now?