Authors: Jacqueline Wilson

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‘Why? What is the purpose of the little pool?’

‘Well. It’s a loo. You know.’

Glubbslyme obviously didn’t so she had to explain, going rather red in the face.

‘A privy!’ said Glubbslyme. ‘A privy inside the house!’ He sounded astonished at such an idea.

Rebecca flushed the chain to show him how it worked and talked rather vaguely about cisterns and sewers. Glubbslyme asked intelligent questions that she couldn’t always answer.

‘I’ll get my Dad to tell you,’ said Rebecca. ‘Oh I can’t wait until you meet each other. I can’t wait until he hears you talk! I can’t
wait
!’

‘You will have to wait,’ said Glubbslyme. He sidled along the edge of the bath, looking serious. ‘I will not be talking to your father.’

‘What do you mean? Oh Glubbslyme, he’s ever so nice, really he is, you’ll really like him.’

‘I dare say, but that is not the point,’ said Glubbslyme. ‘The point is this: I may be a familiar but I am
not
familiar with all and sundry. I am only familiar with one chosen fortunate.’

‘But he’s my Dad. He’s my
family
.’

‘I am not even familiar with family.’

‘Oh please, Glubbslyme. Just talk to my Dad. Look, he’ll be home any minute. Oh dear, I should have started tea, I did promise. Still never mind, when he meets you he’ll forget to be cross. Oh Glubbslyme, please, please,
do
talk to my Dad. You needn’t say very much if you feel shy.’

‘I never feel shy,’ said Glubbslyme indignantly. ‘And I never talk to strangers.’

‘But he’s not a stranger, he’s my Dad.’

‘He is strange to me. You are the only person with whom I am intimate,’ Glubbslyme insisted.

Rebecca couldn’t help feeling a little warm pride in spite of her disappointment.

‘Just one little croaky How do you do?’ she suggested, not willing to give up altogether.

‘I do not think you understand plain English,’ said Glubbslyme irritably.

He jumped into the bath, deliberately splashing her. Glubbslyme’s English seemed very fancy indeed to Rebecca, but she knew what he meant.

‘All right then,’ she said, wiping her eye. ‘Only it’s going to be so difficult getting him to believe you can really talk if you won’t do it for him.’

‘You will not tell him anything,’ said Glubbslyme, jumping out of the water and glaring at her. ‘If you talk about my magical powers they will immediately decline.’

‘Can’t I even tell him you were Rebecca Cockgoldde’s familiar back in the seventeenth century?’

‘Indeed you cannot.’

‘I think that’s very mean,’ said Rebecca, and she flicked her fingers and thumb in the water and splashed Glubbslyme back. It was only a little flick, a little splash, but Glubbslyme swelled. He leapt in the air and then hurtled down into the full bath, his arms and legs tucked into his body. Rebecca did not get splashed. She got soaked.

‘You beast!’ she said. She splashed at him wildly but he just bobbed up and down in the water, laughing. Then he jumped right up and splashed her again. She tried to duck but she wasn’t quick enough. Her dress was now as wet as it had been when she fell in the pond.

‘Will you stop it!’ she shrieked. ‘Look at me! Look at the floor, there’s water slopping everywhere. And my dress! How am I going to get it dry before Dad gets home, eh? You can’t make the sun shine right through the ceiling.’

‘I can do anything,’ said Glubbslyme. ‘I am the Great Glubbslyme, once the familiar of the wise and wicked witch Rebecca Cockgoldde, now the familiar of the small and very silly Rebecca Brown.’

‘I wish you’d stop insulting me. You haven’t half got a cheek,’ said Rebecca.

She splashed him again and he croaked mockingly. She reached out and seized the bottle of bubble bath. She shook it and then squeezed hard. A stream of bubbles spurted over Glubbslyme. He flailed wildly through the scented froth, spluttering.

‘Oh Glubbslyme, you do look
sweet
,’ said Rebecca, giggling wildly.

‘You wanton little maid!’ Glubbslyme croaked, bubbles foaming from his mouth. ‘Rinse this foul scented brew from my person immediately!’ He tried to turn on the bath taps himself but his little fingers weren’t quite strong enough.

‘Aha, you need my help now, don’t you,’ said Rebecca triumphantly. She leant over to help him but as soon as she’d turned the cold tap full on Glubbslyme stuck his fist in the flow so that the water shot right up into Rebecca’s face.

‘There! That will teach you to play tricks on me,’ he said, sluicing the foam off himself.

‘You horrid little toad!’ Rebecca shouted, reaching for a dry towel. They all seemed to be very wet now. ‘And I was trying to help you too!’

‘You will soon learn that you will never get the better of the Great Glubbslyme. I can manipulate water in all manner of ways. Cease your silly little tricks lest I evoke all my magical powers.’

‘I’ve got my modern magic too, don’t forget,’ said Rebecca, giving him a little poke with her toothbrush. ‘I could always grab hold of you and throw you down the loo and pull the chain, so there!’

Glubbslyme puffed into a football, his eyes revolving.

‘Beware lest I conjure a wart on the end of your nose – or worse!’ he threatened.

‘You wouldn’t dare,’ said Rebecca foolishly.

Glubbslyme jumped up and rubbed her nose hard with one of his fingers. Rebecca gasped. She could feel something soft and strange on her nose. She could see something large and pink when she crossed her eyes. She gave a little shriek and ran to the bathroom mirror. A wart!

‘Oh no!’ she wailed. And then the wart fell off into the washbasin. She looked at it properly. It wasn’t a wart at all. It was a piece of her own pink soap.

Glubbslyme shrieked with laughter, lying back in the bath water and kicking his heels.

‘Fooled!’ he chortled joyfully.

‘You wicked little tease,’ said Rebecca. ‘I’m really going to get you now.’

She reached for the bubble bath again. Bubbles blew up all round them. Glubbslyme splashed. Rebecca squirted. They both shrieked.

And then the front door slammed downstairs.

‘Rebecca, I’m home.’

‘It’s Dad!’ Rebecca gasped.

Rebecca looked at Glubbslyme. She looked at the brimming bath, the sprayed walls, the sodden carpet, her soaking dress.

‘You can’t magic everything dry, can you?’ she asked urgently.

Glubbslyme blinked at her and did nothing.

‘Rebecca?’ Dad called. ‘Rebecca, where are you?’

‘I’m coming, Dad,’ Rebecca shouted, swooping round the bathroom with one of the towels.

‘Oh Becky, honestly, you haven’t even put the oven on,’ Dad’s voice grumbled from the kitchen. ‘Don’t you remember I told you to? Here, what’s happened up there? There’s water dripping through the kitchen ceiling.’

‘Oh help!’ Rebecca whispered.

Her own eyes popped like Glubbslyme’s in her panic. She unplugged the bath water and Glubbslyme started wafting up and down on the waves. She heard Dad’s footsteps hurrying up the stairs.

‘Oh no! Glubbslyme,
help
me.’

Glubbslyme didn’t. Dad banged on the bathroom door.

‘Rebecca? What are you doing? Did you leave the tap running?’

‘Yes, sorry Dad, but it’s all right now. I’ll be out in a minute. You go away now,’ Rebecca gabbled.

Dad didn’t go away. He opened the bathroom door and came right in.

‘Oh my goodness, what are you up to now?’ he said, his hands on his hips. ‘
Look
at you. What have you been trying to do? Swim fully-clothed in the bath?’

‘No Dad,’ said Rebecca miserably.

‘And look at all these bubbles! You’ve wasted half the bottle, you naughty girl. Really Rebecca, you’re not a baby any more, you’re too old for these silly games, and – WHAT ON EARTH IS THAT?’

Dad had suddenly noticed Glubbslyme, who was revolving round and round the bath plug as the water ebbed away.

Rebecca took a deep breath.

‘It’s my pet toad, Dad.’

‘Your
what
?’

‘It’s my toad, Dad. I found him in the pond in the park. Isn’t he lovely? I bet you’ve never seen such a . . . such a distinguished toad.’

Glubbslyme stopped whirling. He hopped up on the edge of the bath and bowed his warty head.

‘Ugh!’ said Dad, taking a step backwards. ‘Get it out of here!’

‘Okay Dad. He can sleep in my bedroom – and I swear I won’t forget to feed him – and I won’t make this sort of mess again, I promise, I just wanted to give him a swim and it got sort of wet—’

‘Rebecca, I think you’ve gone completely mad. I want you to take that toad
out
of here. Out of the house. I can’t understand why you aren’t scared to death of it. You had hysterics over a worm on your wellington boot only the other day.’

‘He isn’t a worm, Dad, he’s a toad.’

‘I can see that. And you can’t keep him, so stop talking such nonsense. Now go and get a box and we’ll try to catch him and then you’d better take him right down to the bottom of the garden and let him go.’

‘Dad, I can’t. He’s
mine
.’

‘Stop arguing! Come on, do as you’re told, get a box. And then you’d better help me clear up this mess. The water will seep right through to the electrics if we’re not careful.’

‘I’ll take him back to the park then,’ Rebecca said mournfully.

‘Of course you can’t take him all the way back to the park at this time.’

‘But I
have
to, Dad.’

‘Rebecca, the park will be closed. The gates will be locked.’

‘I could climb over.’

‘Now you’re just being silly. I’m trying very hard indeed to keep my temper, Rebecca. Take the toad out into the garden AT ONCE.’

Rebecca knew she would never win when Dad used that tone. Tears started trickling down her cheeks. Dad saw them and sighed.

‘Come on, there’s no need to act as if it’s the end of the world. It’s the only sensible thing to do, love. No one keeps toads as pets. He wouldn’t be happy. He wants to be back outside so he can hop about in the grass and catch a few flies for his supper. Take him right behind the greenhouse, he’ll be happy there. Now get a box and we’ll trap him in it.’

‘I don’t need a box,’ Rebecca sniffed, and she held out her hands.

Glubbslyme hopped into them. Rebecca cuddled him against her damp chest. Dad looked amazed.

‘You see how tame he is,’ said Rebecca. ‘Oh please. If you only knew what sort of a toad he is—’

Glubbslyme stiffened in alarm. Perhaps it was just as well Dad did not want to know.

‘Out into the garden. Now.’

So Rebecca carried Glubbslyme out of the bathroom, down the stairs, through the kitchen and out into the garden. She whispered tearful apologies all the way. Glubbslyme didn’t reply until they were in the garden.

‘Watch that tongue of yours, child. Not a word about my powers, if you please. And pray staunch those tears. They are tickling.’

‘I can’t help crying, Glubbslyme. I’m so miserable,’ said Rebecca.

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