Suddenly a mutant alien that seemed to be made of old rubbish came sprinting down the corridor! It ran as fast as a cheetah- but this sprinter wasn't cheating. I galloped down the corridor, flung myself into a store cupboard and then collapsed in a heap next to a somewhat over-friendly mop.
"Hello" the mop whispered, or was it my imagination? The conversation was rudely cut short by a loud, unfriendly banging noise. I picked up a ladder and balanced it against the wall, without a second thought I climbed bravely to the ceiling! But what will come next...