‘That’s a good idea,’ said Mr Majeika. ‘We’ll ask the people at Adventure Galaxy, when we all go there on Saturday to see Hamish Bigmore doing his new job.’
Mr Potter had told Hamish he must pay for the bike shed to be rebuilt, so Hamish had had to find a Saturday job to get some money. He boasted to everyone that he had found a very good one at Adventure Galaxy, but he wouldn’t say what it was. ‘I’m the most important person in the whole place,’ was all he would say.
On Saturday, the whole of Class Three went to Adventure Galaxy with Mr Majeika. They couldn’t see Hamish anywhere. He wasn’t on the gate taking the money; he wasn’t in charge of any of the rides; he wasn’t selling ice-cream or coke or candy floss. At last they gave up. ‘I don’t think Hamish is working here at all,’ said Thomas. ‘I bet he’s just doing a paper round or something. Come on, let’s go home.’
It was then that they saw the new Ghost Train. It was smart and shiny, and had a big tent behind the front of it, and an ordinary-looking person was showing people to their seats. ‘I don’t think this is another of Wilhelmina’s tricks,’ said Mr Majeika. ‘Come on, everyone, let’s have a ride before we go home.’
They climbed aboard the train, a hooter sounded, and off they went into the darkness. It was all rather disappointing compared to the ride they’d had last time. There were painted ghost-shapes, and mirrors, and one or two laser effects, but nothing very exciting until they were near the end of the ride. Then suddenly, a skeleton leapt out at them from the darkness, crying ‘Boo!’
Some of Class Three jumped and screamed, but Jody said: ‘I know that voice!’ She poked a finger in the skeleton’s ribs.
‘Get off, Jody!’ yelped the skeleton. ‘Leave me alone!’
‘So that’s Hamish’s Saturday job,’ said Mr Majeika. ‘Well, I must say Hamish Bigmore is a good deal nastier than anything we saw on the real Ghost Train!’
Mr Majeika and the Ghost Train Page 4
