Think your typing mistakes are all your fault?

Think again!

It was an all-out win for Mr Mouse. He'd proved that the Grimbles really do exist, messing up your tuping - aarrgh TYPING, foodles!

And now he'd tricked Gregory Grimble into giving him a RIGHT spelling - just what a Grimble should never do!

Which meant - three wishes. Mr Mouse rubbed his paws together - one happy cheesehunter!

"OK" he said, grinning. "First - you gotta de-Grimble Sid so's he can get back to netshopnet without any problems. Dig?"

Gregory Grimble nodded sadly. Then he dug into his pocket and brought out a little fish, just like the others. Turning it gently the right way up, he released it into the cyber current, and it shot off, sparkling flashes of electric-blue light along its sides.

As it went, Sid suddenly came to life. Electric blue flashes ran along the side of his trolley too and his locking chain suddenly stood straight up in the air. His sad droopy moustache turned up at the ends and his eyes sparkled. He shook himself. He spoke - and what a difference!

Instead of the mournful sound they'd got to know so well there was a new and happy Sid the Shopper. His voice had changed completely. Now it reminded Dot of one of those sports reporters doing the football on TV. Sid had become a bit of a smoothie in fact - a smoothie in a hurry.

"Well!" he said. "Can't hang around with you guys any more! It's been nice knowing you but I've got an order to recall and Mrs Watts has got a moussaka to cook. Got to go go go!"

Dot, Wizzie and Mr Mouse barely had time to jump out of the way, Sid was in such a rush to be off. With a steep banking turn, the trolley was up into the cyber-jetstream. "Bye everyone! And thanks! I'll never forget you!" And with a kind of whooshing roar Sid was off - twisting and turning as he sped off back to netshopnet.

"Well!"i said Dot. "He doesn't believe in hanging about!"

But just then there was another growl-miaow from the Grimble. "Oh come on" he said. "One down - two to go!"

"Yeah" said Mr Mouse. "Too right. OK! Second - you gotta give Elinor e-mail a break." The Grimble nodded. He took another fish out of his baggy trouser pocket and it shot off just like the other one. "Then" the Mouse went on "No more messin' around with Dot's history homework, huh?"

The Grimble sighed, and took out another fish. Away it went. "That's your three wishes" he said, in his funny scratchy voice. "Now, I -"

"No wait!" said Wizzie. He cocked his head on one side so that one of his silky, floppy spaniel ears looked longer than the other. It was his favourite trick - and it worked with the Grimble too. "Who are you, really?"

The Grimble cackled, showing his pointy little teeth. "Heh heh heh" he laughed. "I'm Gregory. I'm the best. And I'll be back - watch your spelling!"

"I will - but I can see you don't" said Dot, pointing. "Why does your T-shirt say 'Gregory ROLES' ?"

The Grimble rolled in his eyes sassily. "Get a life kid " he said. "Why d'ja think?" He stamped his feet on the micro-scooter so that the orange lights on his trainers flickered once again. "And you won't catch me with that one a second time!"

And with that he was gone - zooming away on his micro-scooter, parting the shoals of silver word-fish as they sped along the tunnels to Wordspring Hall.

"So!" said Mr Mouse. "I've shown you! The Grimbles do exist. You owe me some Roquefort cheese Wizard my friend!"

"Now... was that Roquefort or Rochefort?" said Wizzie with a grin, his head on one side.

"Aw c'mon" said the mouse. "Whaddya want from me? The total cheese encyclopaedia?"

"I know what I want" said Dot firmly. "My tea! And I've still got to finish my homework! Let's go home!"

"OK OK" grumbled Mr Mouse, double-clicking his backpack."But you gotta pay on a bet!"

"He will" laughed Dot. "Home time!"

And home it was - from cyber-space to Barking Avenue in a nano-second - ready for whatever the Internet had in store for them next.

And back to that history homework of coarse. Of course, I mean!

I'll get you one day Grimbles!!!