Poor Wiz was clearly getting fed up with being all back to front – he wanted out! But the only way out was through Blackshanks the Baron. Only he had the key to get Wizzie back the way he ought to be: a normal brown and cream-coloured King Charles Cavalier spaniel. And the Baron, trapped by Adrienne inside a cage in the shape of a canary, wasn’t feeling helpful.

Not AT ALL!! And now the Baron had turned Mr Mouse into a sunflower seed and dropped him in a bowl full of the same seeds – only he could bring him back. And only he knew which of the thousands of seeds was really the sassy Canadian rodent, and how to turn him back into a mouse!

“Over to you Frenchie” he said in his snarly sneery voice. “You get me out of this cage bird thing, and you get your Mr Mouse back.

Otherwise - ” he pecked down into the little bowl of seeds and swallowed a couple of them, with another nasty laugh – “he’s gonna be my next little snack. Do we got a deal, or do we got a deal?” (Ugh! Terrible grammar! What he should have said was… oh all right, never mind!)

Adrienne looked at Blackshanks with angry eyes. The little squirrel searcher didn’t have a clue what to do. And they needed to get on. Her search time was running out if she was going to help Dot find out all the pet food companies who could join in the Munchenmeat Awards for her dad. It was all taking much too long, thanks to the wicked Baron Blackshanks!

Dot was confused too. Thanks to Mr Mouse’s slip, Blackshanks had got his own back on them – and now he was totally in charge. Without his help, they couldn’t get Mr Mouse or Wizard back. Dot sighed. What was  it with that Mr Mouse for goodness’ sake?

“Clock’s ticking Adrienne baby!” said Blackshanks.

“ ’Ow do we know you did not already eat up poor Monsieur Mouse?” said Adrienne.”Just zen, a moment ago?”

“You don’t!” said Blackshanks. “You just gonna have to trust me, Frenchie! Now – come on! Get me out of this canary coat and you get your mouse back!”

“OK, OK!” said Adrienne angrily. “But first, the key to turn Weezie back ze right way round! Or I leave you this way forever!”

Dot gasped. What if Blackshanks refused?

But luckily the wicked Baron knew he had to make a deal. “All right… I’ll do it” he said. “But you made a promise, right?”

“Right!” Adrienne reached inside the cab of her shiny red search engine and took out a little keyboard with a thing like a tiny satellite dish on the side of it. It was fixed to the control panel of the search engine by a long black curly wire. She tapped the keyboard and it lit up with a soft green light, playing a little tune.

“OK!” said the Baron. “Our inversion key today is – YEK!”

Adrienne sighed. “I might ‘ave known” she said. “KEY, backwards!

‘Ow very boring of you all!”

“Let’s go, Ade!” snapped the Baron. “Forget the rude remarks!”

Dot held her breath as Adrienne tapped the code into the little keyboard, turned a wheel on its side, and pointed the mini satellite dish towards Wiz. Would they be able to rescue him at last?

ZIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISSSSSSSSSSSSSH! Where Wizzie was standing there was a blinding white flash. For a moment Dot couldn’t see a thing, as the sparkles went on dancing before her eyes. But from the middle of where the white flash was came the sound she’d been longing to hear:

“Bark bark bark bark bark bark bark!!”