That night I lay in bed and tried to design a new high-tech gadget to put in my secret headquarters but I couldn’t.
I felt weird about the fight I’d had with Hils.
I’d never had a fight with Hils before.
I knew I was right about not going to war with the Stinkly Wrinklys, but fighting with Hils had made me feel like I was wrong.
Fighting with Hils was confusing.
And tiring.
That night I had a dream.
I was watching a movie. Some writing came up on the screen:
From the part of the brain that brought you last Wednesday’s dream about a gorilla full of Nutella comes a new dream . . .
The screen went black and ominous music started.
Then on the screen I saw Hils. She was the leader of some sort of rebel force. She was standing in a dark, misty wasteland on top of a big mound of rubble. She was dressed in ripped, dirty army clothes and carried a bazooka that fired rockets filled with rooster brand chilli sauce. Her face was covered in scars. She looked very serious.
She was surrounded by other rebels who were also dressed in ripped, dirty army clothes and whose faces were also covered in scars. They were also very serious.
‘I know this has been a long and terrible war,’ said Scar-Faced Hils.
I saw a flash of the war.
It was a war against the Stinkly Wrinklys.
I saw gnashing gnets being twirled.
I saw snot-hardened hankies being thrown.
I heard screaming.
The rebels were losing.
‘This is our last chance,’ said Scar-Faced Hils. ‘We must defeat the Stinkly Wrinklys or all is lost. Are you with me?’
‘YES,’ shouted all the other serious-looking-scar-faced rebels.
Hils raised her rooster-brand-chilli-sauce-rocket-firing-bazooka.
‘TO VICTORY!’ shouted Scar-Faced Hils.
Then I saw the final battle between the serious, scar-faced rebels and the Stinkly Wrinklys.
A gigantic gnashing gnet knocked out half the rebel force in one swipe.
A snot-hardened hanky sliced off a rebel’s scarred, serious head.
Very soon Hils was the only rebel left. Stinkly Wrinklys were coming at her from everywhere. She dodged a vicious pinch. She ducked a swinging gnashing gnet. She jumped to avoid a snot-hardened hanky but it hit her right in the bum.
Hils grabbed her bottom and screamed in pain.