"Stopped?" said Dot. She was pleased that that part of the story was over - she hated falling down stories, they were the worst, like in a dream - but that just didn't make sense!

Still she thought, this was Networld, where ANYTHING can happen.

"Yup!" said Mr Mouse, with a big toothy grin. "Stopped! Just like that! WE were just floating - like we had something holding us up. Just bouncing up and down we were - it was kinda peaceful. And it sure was a LOT better than all that falling stuff!"

"All of you?" asked Wiz. Dot's heart went flip-flop when she looked at Mr Mouse's face.

"Oh... no... " he said, taking his cap off and twisting it in his paws, looking down. "Just... just Cousin Esure and me... Samantha, she... she was still falling. AND still singing - hitting that old high note "JUST - DREAM - THE IM-PO-SSIBLE - DREEEEEEAAM!!!!"

He shook his head sadly. "We could see her getting smaller and smaller... you could tell it was her that was gonna go out of Rodent Roundup, 'cos of that... and 'cos she KEPT hitting these Zanobots. There was like a little spark every time she touched one. Why Cousin Esure and me never hit one, I just don't know. Maybe she was just singing too hard to concentrate - now wait a minute there!"

He snapped his claws together with a little click. That always makes Dot jump! Did this time, too.

"Of COURSE!" he said excitedly. "Her eyes! She always closes her eyes when she's singing! So she couldn't see the Zanobots and fly round them like I did. Silly girl!"

"Wait a minute yourself!" said Dot crossly. "Maybe singing was the only way she could make herself jump off that cliff! Poor thing!"

"Yeah, whatever" said Mr Mouse sadly. "Anyway, BBF! Big Blue Flash and she was gone!"

"So where was this horrible coypu Brian Mallow while all this was going on?" asked Wiz. He growled and made a snapping noise with his teeth.

It was Mr Mouse who jumped this time.

"Will you please NOT do that, Wizzo!" he said crossly. "Sounds a lot too much like Millfoot the next door cat to me, just when he's coming for some poor little mouse like me!"

"Yes but where was he?" asked Wizzie again.

"Oh he just appeared!" said Mr Mouse. "Suddenly there he was in his bling flying saucer, with Flossbottom whirring away with his little wings next to him. I hate that bird, beautiful or not!"

"Hang on, hang on" said Dot. "What about poor Samantha the singing guinea pig?"

"Void!" went Mr Mouse, twirling his whiskers again. "All the way in! Cost her 500 net-credits to get herself out of there, too. But, she sold her story to those reporters on 'The News of the Net' and made a load of credits, so she's OK now."

"Oh, I could give that Mallow SUCH - A - BITE!" said Wizard fiercely.

"Me too!" said Mr Mouse with a little smile. "Anyway, he just grinned again and hit a button in his flying saucer - and these two net things came out and scooped me and Cousin Esure up. We zoomed away back to the top of the cliff - back in our own flying saucers in a coupe of seconds. See, all he'd done to make us stop falling like that was close the programme - except for poor little Samantha's of course! And then... "

"Then what?" went Wiz and Dot together.

"THEN he told us about the Fifth Test" said Mr Mouse, twirling his whiskers on BOTH sides!

"Oh BOY OH BOY!!!!"