Well, hey there!

I’m Finley – supernormal shark kid by day, totally famous rock star by night.

This is my band, JAWSOME. The other three members are my best friends Hunter, Gilleon and Gnash.

But then, you probably already know all this, right? Everyone’s heard of JAWSOME. We’re as famous as the Statue of Flipperty. And Buckingfin Palace. And even the Offal Tower.

Today we’re heading off to Euro-fishin! It’s all the way across the ocean in Shell-bania. I’ve already packed my suitcase.

And said goodbye to my pet prawn, Justin.

I’ve even made a head start on my history homework.

Right now, Mum and Dad are driving me to the submarine port. My friends and I will be taking Jawsome’s private sub to Shell-bania. I’m nervous and excited as we approach the subport. International concerts are so much fun! Even though we’ll be competing against bands from other oceans, we also get to stay up late and party with shellebrities like Swim Shady and Mer-tallica. There will be TV interviews and selfies with fans, and there’s always …

I tug my big hat down around my sunglasses as we make our way through the terminal. If anyone recognises me, it will create a riot! Hugo, our band manager, is waiting for us by the gift shop. Today he’s pretending to be our teacher.

Gilleon and Hunter are already there, gleefully clutching their suitcases.

‘Bye, Mum! Bye, Dad!’ I kiss my parents on their cheeks and scoot over to Hugo.

Mum and Dad swim off, waving back at me one last time. We tour so often, they don’t even cry at the subport anymore.

Hugo takes my suitcase. Hunter, Gilleon and I hover around, chatting excitedly about the competition. Everything from our performance to our costumes are totes OUT OF THIS WORLD!

Hugo keeps glancing at his watch. The minutes tick by.

Then a whole hour.

Hugo scratches his chin.

‘I’d better call Gnash’s parents,’ he says. He pulls out his shell-phone and swims to a quiet corner, careful to keep an eye on us.

After a few minutes, he comes back. His eyes are wide and his flippers are shaking. ‘Kids, I have some bad news,’ he says.

Hunter, Gilleon and I swap a worried look.

‘Did Gnash get lost?’ asks Hunter.

‘Or stuck in the bath again?’ asks Gill.

I gasp. ‘Is he sick? I tried to tell him not to eat the sandpit at school.’

‘Worse,’ says Hugo. ‘I just spoke to Mr and Mrs Pointer. Gnarly Gnelson is

OFFICIALLY MISSING.’