‘I’m so exciterous, I think I might burst my barnacles,’ Clod said, taking his seat next to Malaria and Pong with an armful of food from the snackety stand. The theatre was packed. ‘I honk pan-troll-mimes, I do.’
Clod grinned at Pong, who was wearing a little version of his dooda’s trollabaloo suit and waving a paper WHINGERELLA flag.
‘Calm yourself down, my brandyburp.’ Malaria chuckled and planted a kiss on Clod’s cheek. ‘It ain’t even started yet.’
‘I can’t ’elp it,’ said Clod. ‘It’s just so spectactical.’
Suddenly, the lights dimmed as the technicky-trolls extinguished the milk-bottle lanterns and the band started to play a jiggish tune. Everyone in the audience cheered and whooped.