Dot had hardly had time to think what a funny noise that was when she gasped out loud at what she was seeing.

Blackshanks the Baron was gone. But where he’d been dancing round teasing poor Wizzy there was a cage. With a canary in it. A very cross canary wearing red stripey legwarmers, sunglasses, an eyeshade and a yellow waistcoat.

There was one other odd thing about this canary. He was a shiny, glossy black! Not yellow at all…

Also, instead of making a sweet canary song, this black canary went “Craaaack!” Only much quieter than before.

Adrienne had got her own back on the nasty Blackshanks.

The little red squirrel chuckled and double right-clicked on the mouse next to the main control panel of her Search Engine. There was a faint hiss as the Engine’s Invisibility Capsule shut down. Dot found she could put her arm over the side of the engine again.

“Craaack!” went Blackshanks the Baron again, looking up at them as the Search Engine appeared in the net sky above him. “Might have known it was you! This is TYPICAL of your sicko French sense of humour, Adrienne!” He flapped his little canary wings angrily. “Get me out of this! Now!”

“And why should I? And what about poor Weezie?”

Canary Blackshanks hopped of the perch in his cage and put his beak through the bars. “Oh come on Ade – I was only kidding! Just a bit of fun!”

“Krab krab krab KRAB!!!!” went Wizzie crossly, still all backwards and the wrong way out. “!em ot ti ekil leef tn’soeD”

“We will see to you later, Blackshanks!” said Adrienne. “First we must help Weezie!”

With a gentle humming sound, the little red train curved down towards the floor of the Search Zone again and landed with a bump right next to Wizzie.

Freed of the Baron’s horrible energy lock – which had kept him stuck in one place - Wiz came rushing over to his best friend and jumped up into Dot’s arms. Mr Mouse got out of the way just in time, with an indignant squeak – just as well, because he’d have found it hard to breathe if he’d got stuck in the middle of the mega-hug Dot was giving Wiz!

“!ouy oees ot dalg I ma ,toD hO” said Wizzie licking her face furiously. “!deracs os saw I”

“Oh poor Wizzie!” said Dot holding him as tight as he she could as tight as anyone can hold a King Charles cavalier spaniel who’s wriggling about with excitement!

“Can we change him back now?” she said to Adrienne.

“Mais oui!” said the little red squirrel. “Certainly! Now, Monsieur le Baron – the new Inverter operating Code, if you please! And quickly, unless you want to become a celebritee as one of ze world’s most unusual canary birds!”

Mr Mouse hopped up on top of Blackshanks’ cage and ran a paw along the bars so it made a kind of xylophone sound.

“Yeah come on canary man” he said in his sassiest voice, flipping his baseball cap onto the back of his head. “Who’s dancing now, huh?”

And he started to dance, too.

Now, the trouble with dancing on top of a cage is that you’ve got to look where you’re putting your paws. If you’re a Canadian mouse with big ideas of how good a dancer you are, you might just forget to do that.

And fall through the bars, right into the cage!

Even that would be all right though, if the canary in the cage was just any canary, and not one of the nastiest bandits on the Internet, temporarily changed into one.

Who just has a few of his wicked powers left, even though he’s trapped.

And turns you into a sunflower seed!