‘LAST CHANCE … AGAIN!’ Abominatia growled. She poked her twig-like finger into the end of Gruntilda’s nose and scowled. ‘SING IT AGAIN AND THIS TIME SING THE RIGHT NOTES, YOU SKWARKER!’
‘I did sing the right notes,’ Gruntilda whined. ‘Everyone knows I’ve got a voice like a chooneychuff. That’s why I got the part of the grumptious stepsister.’
‘If you ever want to be as hoop-di-doo-cious as your moomsie, sing it again,’ Abominatia shouted. She whacked Gruntilda on the top of her head, making her branchy hair creak. ‘After all, Moomsie knows best.’
‘Ow,’ Gruntilda moaned, then instantly started singing her love song for the show.
‘That’s better,’ said Abominatia with a vinegary smile. Then she turned away and grimaced. The sound of her daughter screeching was unbearable.
