Pwf & The Goblins' Revenge pdf by Kaye Umansky Page A

Look vat zey carry!"
    Between them, Xotindis and Xstufitu carried a sofa. But not just any sofa. Oh no. This
    sofa, until very recently, had enjoyed pride of place in Pongwiffy's own living room! It was
    the nastiest sofa that anyone could ever dream up in their wildest nightmares. It was
    exceptionally awful when new, but you should have seen it after Pongwiffy had had it for a
    few years. It was stained with sloppings and crisp with crumbs. Three springs burst out of
    the seat. It was old and disgusting, and Pongwiffy loved it.

    "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! MY SOFA! MINE! STOP THIEF!"
    Flustered night birds rose flapping from the trees as the outraged squawk echoed
    through the woods.

    The Mummies instantly recognised who it was, and broke into a panicky run. They did quite
    well. It's no easy thing to run through a wood with a stolen sofa if you're swathed in
    bandages and completely blind. They managed at least three steps before Xotindis (the one
    at the back) caught his toe in a root. Both fell down with a crash and began to unravel.
    "Are you all right, Otto?" asked Xstufitu in a muffled voice.
    "Not sure yet. What about you, Stufi?" came the reply.
    "I think I'm okay. Come on, let's crawl for it!"
    "Not so fast, you!"
    Pongwiffy placed her foot firmly on the end of Xstufitu's bandage. "Move an inch,
    and you're unwound!"
    "It's a fair cop," said Xstufitu, sitting up and rubbing his elbow. "Get your foot off my
    bandage, Pongwiffy. It isn't funny to mess with a Mummy's bandages."
    "It's not a fair cop, Stufi,” objected Xotindis. "We paid good money to get this sofa.
    It's ours now, Pongwiffy."
    "Do you hear that?" remarked Pongwiffy to Hugo and Woody. "Can you believe a
    walking strip of old rag could tell such shocking lies?"
    "Watch it," snapped Xotindis. "We were Pharaohs once, you know. You should
    mind how you address royalty, Pongwiffy."

    "I don't know about addressing royalty," said Pongwiffy grimly. "But I know how to
    undress royalty. I'm going to sit on MY sofa and listen while you two talk. You've got two
    minutes to tell me exactly what's been going on behind my back. Otherwise, consider
    yourself unravelled."
    Xotindis and Xstufitu looked at each other, and shrugged.
    "Weellll,'' began Xotindis slowly. “There's this Genie..."

    CHAPTER FOURTEEN – The Reunion

    "Talk about a muck up," said Stinkwart, shaking his head. "One of our worst flops, that."
    "I fink I've lost my hat," said Lardo. He had been vainly searching his head for the last
    five minutes, and was pretty sure that the hat wasn't there. But the rest of the Goblins
    weren't especially interested.
    They were huddled in the bushes bordering the empty Broom park, eating humbugs
    and arguing about what had gone wrong. The quarrel had started immediately after the
    botched raid, and was still continuing. (Goblin rows can ramble on forever, because Goblins
    repeat themselves so much.)
    "I still say it wuz all Plugugly's fault," said Slop-bucket meanly, for the hundredth
    time.
    "’Ere, ’ere," agreed Stinkwart, Hog, Slopbucket, Eyesore and Sproggit, also for the
    hundredth time.
    "The fing is, wuz I wearin’ it when I come out tonight?" pondered Lardo.
    "Plugugly's a failure," observed Eyesore. "You're a failure, Plugugly."
    "I said I wuz sorry," mumbled Plugugly sulkily. He was slumped dejectedly under a
    blackberry bush, gnawing at his thumbnail in a crestfallen manner. "It were the stress."
    "We shoulda chopped it up," insisted young Sproggit. "Chopped it up, like I said in
    the first place. Shouldn't we, Lardo?"
    But Lardo was still concerned about his hat. He had a horrible feeling it had fallen off
    in the Broom park and was even now lying there in the moonlight for anyone to see. (It was.
    One of the essential parts of any failed undercover Goblin mission is the leaving of at least
    one whacking great clue.)
    "I'm fed up wiv sittin’ ’ere," said Slopbucket suddenly. "I'm cold. I wanna go ’ome."
    "I'm cold too. No hat, see," remarked Lardo,