Mr Meekly carried Danny to the top of Osmosis Tower, making remarkable progress for one so clumsy.
As they’d climbed, the rubber statue had begun to bend beneath the creature’s superdense weight so that by the time he’d reached the pinnacle it was no more than three feet off the ground.
Despite the total waste of energy, the monster seemed happy enough, sat hugging Danny tight to him, a child who’d got what it wanted for Christmas. Danny supposed he should be flattered but wasn’t. His bones felt on the verge of scrunching.
‘Now me and Pretty Girl alone. Now no one disturb us.’
‘No one except the army.’ Danny could see a convoy of green vehicles snaking toward the park as though in a B-movie climax.
The monster simply grinned. ‘Hurh hurh. Stupid army not bother Mr Meekly.’
‘I didn’t think they would.’