“This will not look good for Grottington!” spluttered the headmistress. “This will not look good at all. And we have the school inspectors coming next week! They’re bound to notice if a child is missing!”

Winston tried to clamber up into the tank, but he lost his footing and landed in a heap in the mud.

As much as Bob didn’t like the bully, he didn’t want to see him drown. He had to think fast.

He saw that the Komodo dragon was standing by Blob’s tank. Remembering the time when the bullies had made him walk up a dinosaur’s skeleton, he ran up the back of the Komodo dragon.

Then the boy leaped off the creature’s head into the tank below.

Bob grabbed Stubbs under the chin and swam to the side of the tank. Gaz and Baz helped push their friend out of the water, and clambered to safety.

All the schoolchildren lifted Stubbs and laid him gently on the ground. Now they felt sorry for him. He was just a short little boy, after all.

The pangolin, no longer rolled up into a ball, pushed past the crowd. She stuck out her long, sticky tongue …

… and licked the boy back to life.

Slowly Stubbs came round. The bully opened his eyes, and looked surprised to see it was Bob who was helping him.

“Blob?” murmured Stubbs.

“It’s Bob,” corrected Bob.

“Sorry,” said Stubbs, looking sheepish. “Thank you, Bob.”

Bob helped Stubbs to his feet, and the two boys smiled at each other.