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Dot, Wizzie and Mr Mouse had met some unusual creatures in their cyber-travels - but Sid the Shopper was the strangest yet! Here they all were, standing around a talking supermarket trolley - who seemed to be in some kind of trouble.

This is getting weirder and weirder, thought Dot, as she gazed down on Sid, with his bushy moustache and his big sad brown eyes.

As usual, it took a sassy Canadian rodent to break the spell. "Are we gonna help this guy, or what?" demanded Mr Mouse.

"Oh! yes" said Dot, who felt like pinching herself. "Ermm... but what about all these loo rolls...? And the porridge...? And" she said, as she looked at the scattered load of shopping "Who would want thirteen aubergines... 11 tea towels... 11 white cotton reels and " she counted them up " ... 12 packets of spaghetti ...!?"

Another long mournful sigh came from Sid. "Look, if you'll help me up" he said "I can explain. Or at least I think I can. But no supermarket trolley can think on his side. If you'd just give me a bit of a lift..."

Back on his wheels again, Sid gave himself a trial bounce and a shake, so that his locking chain rattled against his sides, and looked a little better. "That's more like it" he said. "I don't know what they'd say at www.netshopnet.com if they could see all this muddle though."

He looked round at the scattered shopping. "Oh dear oh dear" he said, looking very worried again. "What am I going to do?"

"Well we can pick it all up for you" said Dot "and put it back in your... in your... " she didn't quite know how to describe Sid's carrying space "In your... tummy!" "Come on Wizzie - and you Mr Mouse - you can get the cotton reels!"

So the three friends set off across the wide cyber-landscape. It wasn't that easy to get the loo rolls, as the packets seemed to have an Internet life of their own - rolling out of the way as they got near them.

It was the same with the porridge boxes - they seemed to have made up their minds to be awkward too. They did stay on the ground - sort of - but sometimes they lifted off and floated away, like autumn leaves.

As for the cotton reels, it was as if they were on the deck of a ship. Time and again Mr Mouse got near them, and time again they just got out of his way as he was about to grab them. This didn't improve his frame of mind much. "Come here, you pesky thing!" he snarled as a reel swooped off to one side yet again, just after he'd tracked it into a corner by a server station.

But Wizzie was having the time of his life. He'd decided to become a sheep dog, and follow the example of the border collies he'd seen on the TV show 'One Man and His Dog'. Only he was herding porridge boxes, not sheep!

After what seemed like an age, the job was done. Dot piled the last of the 14 loo roll packets into Sid, and the trolley gave as sigh of relief.

"Phew!" said Dot. "I need a bit of a break after that." She knelt down and looked with a smile into Sid the Shopper's big brown eyes. "Now then Sid" she said. "Can you tell us what on earth this is all about?"

Sid's face clouded over. He dropped his voice to a whisper. His big moustache quivered. "Well" he whispered " I could be wrong - but I think it's the Grimbles again!!"