I peered up at the sky, careful not to look at the suns. ‘Still can’t believe there are two suns here in the future!’ I said, and Twoface rolled his eyes because he still can’t believe that I still can’t believe there are two suns.

Three Nom Noms – one yellow, one orange and one green – whizzed past on the other side of the street, stopping to bite a three-headed dog on its noses.

‘They’re everywhere!’ whimpered a voice from behind a bollard and I spotted Splorg’s cup-covered nose, sticking out like a sore thumb. Actukeely, not at all like a sore thumb. More like a nose with a cup stuck over the end of it.

I ran over to the bollard and jumped on top of it, Future-Ratboy-zooming my eyes around, trying to see where all the Nom Noms were coming from.

The two suns were shining in my eyes, and all I could see was a sky full of annoying-looking hairy rectangular silhouettes.

squawked Not Bird, following the Floaty Note 6000, which had floated off down a tiny little side street.