The so-called ice-cream van got out of its parking space and drove off after Thomas and Dawn at high speed. In case you didn’t read last week’s story, Dawn is Tom’s newly adopted dog that helped him get out of a flaming pit.
One of the spy pastas pulled a mini-megaphone out of the roof and called into it. “You can’t hide forever!” she said. Suddenly, Agent Dicker spotted something strange. “The rockets already left!” he exclaimed, but before he could close his mouth, the road in front of him started to give way. Steam poured out whilst a shiny machine flew upwards slowly. “The rocket!” Dicker shouted. “Launching in 3... 2... 1... BLAST OFF!” came the announcer, and the force of the boosters pushed the spy car backwards.
Meanwhile, Thomas and Dawn were confused. “There’s no signs!” moaned Tom, and looked at Dawn for help. She barked in confusion, but ran off into the distance. “Dawn! Dawn! Dawn the Dog! Wait up!” Thomas almost caught up, but lost Dawn. “Great. Curse you, Martians!” he exclaimed. “Son of a... *&^%$£!!!” whilst he swore, he looked up and saw a strange silhouette. “What the...?!” Thomas walked closer, but some invisible force pushed him back. He smelt the air. “Egg!” he exclaimed. “Stop in the name of the law!” shouted a voice. “Agh!” Tom screamed and struggled to find a place to hide.
All of a sudden, he heard an engine. Thomas turned round to see two moon buggys coming towards him at a fast pace. “Give it up, buster!” the drivers scanned the area. They knew he was there. Suddenly, Tom noticed something next to him: a sword! “We don’t want no trou- aah!” Thomas pointed his sword at the drivers. “Stick ‘em up!” he said. “Oh, so there you are!” General Wheat walked round to the battle, but before he could finish his sentence, a sword was in his heart. “You monst-” General Wheat was dead.
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