The Amelia Fang Series

For Dad.The true king of the ‘dad joke’.

Thank you for being you and always encouraging

me to boldly go into my creative future.

Love you long and prosper! xxx

First published in Great Britain 2019

by Egmont UK Limited

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Text and illustrations copyright © 2019 Laura Ellen Anderson

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ISBN 978 1 4052 9209 2

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CONTENTS

MAP OF THE KINGDOM OF THE LIGHT vi

MEET THE NOCTURNIANS AND GLITTEROPOLANS . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .viii

1. SPARE KNICKERS . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 1

2. PRINCE CAPTAIN. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .11

3. THE OTHER LEFT . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .23

4. THE ISLAND IS YOUR PLATE . . . . . . . . . . . 41

5. BEARDED BUGS . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .55

6. THAT GHOST PIE SANG TO THE PIGEON AT DAWN . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 65

7. SOPHISTICATED LADYBIRD WITH A BRIEFCASE . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 77

8. NO SIGN, NO HOPE . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 89

9. A CORN THAT BUMBLES. . . . . . . . . . . . . 99

10. I AM NOT A SOFA . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 111

11. THE CURSE OF THE SUGARPLUM TREE 121

12. THE NECTAR CARRIAGE. . . . . . . . . . . . . . 135

13. OI, KEVIN! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 143

14. CORAL JUICE . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 155

15. THE TIDDLYPIPS WING . . . . . . . . . . . . . .169

16. IT’S ALL COMING BACK TO ‘IM! . . . . . . . 181

17. THE TINGLE . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 193

18. BE TINY AND BRAVE. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 203

19. ONE SMALL BEACON OF LIGHT . . . . . . . 217

Ghoulish Greetings!

LIKES:

His special eyelid cream

New clothes

DISLIKES:

Running out of eyelid cream

Being hungry

LIKES:

Hanging out with friends

Pumpkin Paradise Park!

DISLIKES:

Mean creatures

Tidying up her bedroom

LIKES:

Boat races

Foraging for food

DISLIKES:

Tangine’s eyelid cream obsession

Being called a ‘Beast’

LIKES:

Being with his friends

His trusty scythe torch

DISLIKES:

What’s in the Sea of Sparkles

Tragic stories

LIKES:

Telling tragic stories

Sandwiches with extra filling

DISLIKES:

Ricky’s map reading

Running out of teabags

LIKES:

The Rainbow Ranger club

Summer Houses

DISLIKES:

Graham’s tragic storytelling

Graham’s driving

LIKES:

His Nectar Carriage

His bug kingdom

DISLIKES:

Anything with butter

An unhappy bug

LIKES:

Being the best in class

Tormenting Amelia Fang

DISLIKES:

Amelia getting better grades

Being nice

CHAPTER 1

SPARE KNICKERS

As the sun rose in the Kingdom of the Dark,

the creatures of Nocturnia were all getting

ready for bed; all apart from one little vampire

and her pet pumpkin, Squashy.

‘Muuuum!’ Amelia Fang called up the spiral staircase of the Fang Mansion. ‘Have you seen my pumpkin backpack? I need it for the Rainbow Rangers camping trip, and I have to be in Central Nocturnia Graveyard in ten minutes to meet everyone!’

A yellow door halfway down the corridor burst open and Countess Frivoleeta, a beautiful vampiress with VERY tall hair, appeared. She was wearing a long sparkly

dressing gown with HUGE shoulder pads and her hair was wrapped up in a glittery towel.

‘Darkling!’ she oozed, scooping Amelia up in her arms. ‘I can’t believe you’re going away for the whole half-moon holiday!’ She kissed Amelia three times on each cheek, leaving behind shiny black lipstick marks. ‘Now, did you remember your fang polish? How about

your pale skin scrub? Oh, and some spare

pairs of knickers just in case any get

eaten by vultures or something . . .’

‘Mum!’ Amelia blushed. ‘None

of my things will get eaten by

vultures. Plus, we’re going

to the Kingdom of the

Light. You don’t really get any vultures over there. But I really do need to find my pumpkin backpack or I won’t be able to pack a spare pair of anything.’

The countess pondered for a moment and then disappeared into her bedroom. A few seconds later, she emerged from another room further along the corridor. The doors of the Fang Mansion were rather unusual; they moved around whenever they pleased and Amelia was lucky if her bedroom was behind the same door for more than a few weeks at a time. Some doors disappeared, new ones appeared and you never knew quite where you were going to end up!

‘You can use this bag if you like? It’s one of my favourites!’ said the countess, stroking a furry clutch bag which looked like a flattened mouse. Amelia was unsure she’d fit her hand inside it let alone a week’s worth of camping

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essentials. As Amelia tried to figure out a way to let her mother down gently, her dad appeared from the bathroom with a crossword puzzle tucked under one arm.

‘Ah! My favourite sausage sizzler!’ said Count Drake the Third when he saw Amelia. ‘You must be excited to escape organ practice for a whole week!’ He winked mischievously.

Countess Frivoleeta glared at her husband. ‘Drake my most dreadful flabbergaster, Amelia will be catching up with her organ practice after the half-moon holiday, won’t you, darkling?’

Amelia sighed. ‘Yeess, Mum.’

The Fang Mansion Grimfather clock chimed, causing Amelia to shriek.

‘It’s already 5am! I’m going to be late!’ she said, running along the corridor. ‘Where’s my backpack?!’

Squashy bounced around in circles,

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waggling his stalk and squeaking in shared panic.

‘Do you mean this backpack, young Amelia?’ came a familiar voice from the bottom of the stairs.

Wooo, the most respected ghost butler in the Kingdom of the Dark, floated up towards them holding a round orange bag.

‘Oh, Wooo!’ said Amelia, running over to him. ‘You’re the best!’

‘I found it in the basement being cradled by a bogeyman. He’d adopted it as his pet.’ Wooo turned to the count and countess. ‘I’m afraid the bogeyman infestation is getting worse. We’ll need to move them on quickly otherwise they’ll start to take over the whole house. They’ll wear all your clothes, Countess, and then rip them up. For fun.’

Countess Frivoleeta looked as though she might faint, and her left eyeball was spinning

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around so quickly it was dangerously close to falling out.

‘It’s okay, my dearest little pus-fart. We’ll sort it.’ Count Drake nodded at Wooo and took a deep breath. ‘I’ll call the Bogey Busters tonight.’

With her pumpkin backpack filled to the brim, a few spare pairs of knickers (JUST IN CASE) and a very bouncy Squashy, Amelia kissed her mum and dad goodbye. She was so nervous, her tummy felt full of fluttering vampire moths. She’d never been away from home for this long before without her parents; not even when she ventured to Glitteropolis to find Tangine’s mum.

Countess Frivoleeta straightened Amelia’s Rainbow Rangers sash. ‘I expect this will be

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FULL of badges by the time you return.’

The countess smiled. ‘You’re going to have the best time.’

‘I hope so!’ said Amelia. ‘I’ll miss you and dad though.’

‘Oh, you’ll forget all about missing us when you’re having fun with your friends, my little toe-stopper,’ said Amelia’s mum. ‘You won’t want to come home!’

‘And don’t go eating anything you shouldn’t,’ said Count Drake.

Amelia giggled. ‘Don’t worry, Dad. I won’t. A Rainbow Ranger must always be prepared. Plus, our Ranger leaders, Ricky and Graham, will be looking after us the whole time.’

‘Well, you take care, my little pimple-popper.’ Her dad smiled and gave Amelia a squeeze. He opened the vine-covered door that revealed a misty Central Nocturnia Graveyard.

‘Right then,’ said Amelia.

‘My very first camping trip!

This is going to be the best half-

moon holiday ever!’

And with a wide-eyed Squashy tucked under

one arm, she stepped into the gloomy haze.

CHAPTER 2

PRINCE CAPTAIN

Amelia felt the spongy ground of the graveyard beneath her feet and breathed in the crisp night air. Squashy pa-doinged around her ankles and bounced across to where a whole mishmash of excitable creatures were gathered; from zombies and yetis to ghosts, werewolves and serpents. At the front of the crowd were two large unicorns, each wearing a rainbow-coloured scarf tied around their necks and a peaked cap with a rainbow logo sewn on to the front.

‘Galloping gaffer tape!’ said one of the unicorns. ‘You see that tree there, Ricky?’

The unicorn called Ricky looked towards

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a blackened spiky tree. ‘Yeah, I see it, Graham . . .’

‘Well, don’t you think it looks a bit like me?’ said Graham.

‘Nah. I was thinking it looked much more like me actually. Bit broader in the shoulders, good set of elbows . . .’ Ricky paused, then added, ‘and bigger hooves.’

‘Well, it probably reminds both of you of, well, both of you,’ said Amelia as she approached. ‘It’s the famous Petrified-Tree-That-Looks-Like-a-Unicorn.’

Ricky and Graham looked at each other then said at the same time, ‘definitely looks more like me.’

Amelia giggled at the two unicorns. She had already met Ricky and Graham, back when they were unicorn guards in Glitteropolis. Since then, Ricky and Graham had quit their guard duties, moved to Nocturnia and started

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the Rainbow Rangers club.

‘Good to see you this fine half-moon holiday,

Amelia Fang.’ Graham gave a dramatic bow as Amelia skipped backwards out of the way of his very sharp unicorn horn.

‘The half-moon holiday is my favourite time of year. Although it is the first time I’ve spent it away from home,’ said Amelia with a slightly nervous fang-filled smile.

‘Be brave, little Creature of the Dark,’ said Ricky, wagging a reassuring hoof in Amelia’s direction. ‘Rainbow Rangers look after each

other so you will be fine. And besides, me and Graham have got big plans for this trip, you won’t have hardly any time at all to feel homesick!’

‘Oh, I sure hope so . . .’ whispered a high-pitched voice from behind Amelia.

‘Hi, Grimaldi!’ Amelia hugged the little grim reaper, who had floated up beside her.

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‘I’m nervous too but I am so excited to go camping together. No school for a whole week!’

‘And no scraping small dead creatures off the streets!’ Grimaldi added, waving his scythe around. ‘My grimpapa will have to take care of that while I’m away.’ Grimaldi Reaperton was a tiny reaper who dealt with the deaths of small creatures around Nocturnia. And even though Death was his middle name, he was actually scared of almost everything.

Suddenly, a CRASH was heard as the ground burst open a few feet away from Amelia and Grimaldi. The little reaper shot a mile into the air and Squashy squeaked and bounced into Amelia’s arms for comfort. A gravestone went hurtling through the air, followed by a very confused zombie’s head.

‘My heeeeeeeeeeeeead!’ the head screeched, as it rolled away into the woods.

Where the grave once stood, a huge yeti, NOT to be confused with a beast, emerged.

‘IT’S THE ’ARF MOON ’OLIDAY!’ bellowed Florence Spudwick. ‘NO SCHOOOOOOL!’

‘Hi, Florence!’ replied Grimaldi and Amelia in unison.

Florence had been practising her pit digging every night. A super-special yeti skill, Florence had now mastered the art of digging her way around the city, creating her very own nifty network of underground tunnels – the latest of which ended right where the gravestone had once stood.

Prince Tangine La Floofle the First was the last of the Rainbow Rangers to arrive, accompanied by the loud PA-DOOFS of his genetically modified pet pumpkin, Pumpy.

‘Sorry I’m late,’ Tangine said with a sigh. ‘I HAD to apply my eyelid cream and let it dry before I could leave.’

Graham tapped his unicorn hooves impatiently and raised a sceptical eyebrow.

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Prince Tangine was half-fairy, half-vampire and rather fond of his nightly skin care routine. He was also one of Amelia’s best

friends, along with Florence and Grimaldi.

‘WHAT THE BATS ARE YOU PUTTING

EYELID CREAM ON FOR?’ said Florence.

‘To prevent them from drooping,’said

Tangine with an

air of superiority.

‘You’ll be sorry when

your eyelids get all

droopy and I still

look RAVISHING.’

Florence was just

about to tell Tangine

exactly what she

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thought of his eyelids when Ricky the unicorn interrupted the excited chitter chatter of the group with an announcement.

‘Good morning Rainbow Rangers! Now you’re all here, I can finally tell you where we’ll be camping for the half-moon holiday. We will be staying in a remote and quiet little place called Sugarplum Island. It’s surrounded

by the sea and is just a few miles east of the Kingdom of the Light.’

There was a buzz of anticipation amongst the young Rainbow Rangers.

‘Prepare yourselves for some awesome activities and the chance to earn yourselves a BUNCH of Rainbow Ranger BADGES,’ Ricky continued.

‘Oooh! I LOVE badges!’ squealed Amelia. She was determined to fill up her Rainbow Ranger sash with as many badges as she could by the end of the half-moon holiday.

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