The Slime Gang

By Neil Edward Jenkinson

The Slime Gang follows the adventures of Donna Jennings, a self-confessed expert at making slime, her friends and, as you’ll discover, her enemies too. What starts as an extremely suspicious robbery at Nottingham Independent Primary School, soon descends into some pretty strange co-incidences with even stranger questions; was the school bully Tracey Pinner really responsible? Was Bossy Mossy the worst teacher in the world ever? Was Detective Cropper really who he appeared to be? What was that scratching noise in the headmaster’s office? And most importantly, what was that weird slime in Mr. P’s shed and why on earth did Raymond Wildman eat it?

The Slime Gang answers all of these questions and may others along the way but be warned, you’ll never look at slime in the same way again.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse UK
• Release date: Oct 29, 2020
• ISBN: 9781665581516

Neil Edward Jenkinson

Neil Edward Jenkinson is not your typical author. A father of an adventurous young girl and a rebellious young boy, he writes as a result of their stories & dreams which he translates into his own narrative. They become his test audience and what they don’t laugh or gasp at doesn’t make the cut. What results in a unique mix of reality and fiction that is easy to read but hard to put down. He lives in Worcestershire, England with his wife, two children and his crazy dog, Rolo. The Slime Gang is his first published book.

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Published by AuthorHouse  10/29/2020

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CONTENTS

Introduction

Chapter 1 Chocolate Slime That Looked Like Poo

Chapter 2 Pink Slime That Glows At Night

Chapter 3 White Slime With White Bits

Chapter 4 Purple Slime With A Bow

Chapter 5 Slime To Catch A Ciminal

Chapter 6 Slime To The Rescue

Chapter 7 The Slime With No Name

Chapter 8 Slime That Knocks You Out

Chapter 9 Slime To Help You Sleep

Chapter 10 Slime Does What Slime Does

Chapter 11 Real Cornish Slime

Chapter 12 A Slimey End

INTRODUCTION

Donna Jennings considered herself a bit of an expert at making slime, after-all she had accumulated over five years’ experience and that was nearly half of her life. She claimed to know eight hundred and twenty two different recipes but the slime she discovered in Mr P’s shed, the school caretaker, was like nothing she’d ever seen before.

It all started with an extremely suspicious robbery at Nottingham Independent Primary School and this meant that the annual school trip to Cornwall was effectively cancelled; in other words THE END OF THE WORLD! Donna and her best friend Veronica Beetroot were naturally devastated and so they hatched a cunning but simple three step plan:

1. Form a gang of trusted experts (that meant anyone who’d join except Roger Ratwood, more about him later)

2. Solve the mystery of the extremely suspicious robbery and identify the slime in Mr P’s shed.

3. Restore the school trip and pack their bags to Cornwall as brilliant school heroes, surely that would mean no homework for a year at least?

But that’s when strange things started to happen which led to some even stranger questions. Was the school bully Tracey Pinner responsible for the extremely suspicious robbery? Was Bossy Mossy the worst teacher in the world ever? Was Detective Cropper really who he appeared to be? What was that scratching noise in the headmaster’s office? And most importantly, what was that weird slime in Mr P’s shed and why on earth did Raymond Wildman try to eat it?

The Slime Gang answers all of these questions and many others along the way but be warned, you’ll never look at slime in the same way again.

CHAPTER ONE

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CHOCOLATE SLIME THAT

LOOKED LIKE POO

I t had been a brilliantly long summer break, and even though best friends Donna Jennings and Veronica Beetroot had FaceTimed each other repeatedly nearly every day, they still chatted incessantly about everything and nothing as they stood in the playground on the very first morning of the new school term. They were so excited to be back at Nottingham Independent Primary School that they didn’t even hear the bell for assembly ringing out until they suddenly found themselves alone in the yard.

Donna punctured the silence.

We’re going to be late on our first day back – come on.

As the two friends frantically pushed through the heavy wooden doors into the main hall, they saw the headmaster, Mr Parsnip, boiling over as he paced up and down the old wooden stage, which creaked under his considerable weight. The headmaster was a quite short but wide man, balding and with a nervous twitch. His hearing was so poor that he had developed quite possibly the loudest voice in school history. It was so loud that, rumour had it, he didn’t even need a microphone on school sports day.

Centre stage was a dark wooden lectern carved with the initials NIPS, which always made Donna laugh for some reason, and perched on the lectern was what appeared to be an empty biscuit tin.

Settle down, children, boomed Mr Parsnip, and everyone went quiet.

Thank you. Now, whilst you were enjoying your holidays, someone— He paused to scan the hall of tiny faces and compose himself. "Someone, I’m sorry to report, broke into our school," he announced in a very serious tone of voice.

It saddens me to report that somehow, and God knows how, they got into the office, smashed Mrs Moss’s glass vase, and even vandalised the school’s woodland garland that Class 2C so painstaking made. Mr Parsnip was now shaking his head in disbelief, and Class 2C racked their brains to even remember making a woodland garland.

"It took those poor children two weeks to glue all those acorns and pinecones onto that garland. Two weeks! And what’s more, they then took, no stole, the biscuit tin."

The headmaster really did look in complete despair. Donna tried desperately to work out the relevance of custard creams, but thankfully he elaborated.

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"That biscuit tin contained all of your deposits, your deposits for the school camping trip to Cornwall!" He was now scanning the room for any guilty expressions, although perhaps staring right at Tracey Pinner.

And so, unless the police recover this in the next few weeks, your annual trip will have to be, well, cancelled. There was a collective groan across the hall. The trip was undoubtedly the highlight of the school year, and everyone looked forward to it. This truly was a disaster of epic proportions.

Who would do such a thing? whispered Veronica to Donna. "And who keeps money in a biscuit tin? I mean, hasn’t Mr Parsnip heard of a bank?"

Donna thought for a moment, her mind racing ahead to all the implications of life without the school trip before she responded.

This just isn’t fair, not at all. We can’t miss the school trip—we just can’t. Donna was getting frustrated, maybe even angry, although she knew this never helped her think straight. Her mind was racing, trying to process all of the information in one huge gulp but it really was hard to swallow. But then she had a sudden burp of clarity.

Hang on, it doesn’t make sense. How would they know? She gasped. The vandals. How would they know there was money in a biscuit tin? It just doesn’t add up. I think there’s something fishy going on here, Veronica," she exclaimed as a look of determination engulfed her like a sudden wave.

And I bet you all the slime in the world that we are going to find out! Veronica rolled her eyes as if to say Here we go again. It looked like this was going to be Donna’s latest thing and that surely meant it would have to be Veronica’s thing too, after all, that’s what friends do.

And all because of some missing biscuits. Veronica ushered to herself quietly as she shook her head.

Did you know that there are officially one thousand, three hundred and fifteen different recipes for slime? Now, you might be thinking that slime is pretty much useless, but as you will soon discover, slime has many uses—and can even help save a school from certain disaster.

And not just any school: Donna’s school, Nottingham Independent Primary School, where slime was actually invented—or at least that’s what Donna had been told by Veronica Beetroot. Donna spent nearly all her free time making new slime editions in her mum’s kitchen, much to the annoyance of her dad, who often mistook the slime for freshly made cake mixture. He could never resist a sneaky taste, which nearly always ended in havoc; have you ever seen a grown man spitting out chocolate-coloured slime into the kitchen sink whilst trying to drink water from the tap at the same time? It’s not a pretty sight.

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So you know, Donna’s slime recipes that caused the most havoc in the kitchen so far have been:

1. the one featuring green food dye that looked like cake icing but tasted like dog sick

2. the silver glitter slime that ruined the wooden chopping board

3. the slime with black grape juice that never came out of Donna’s white T-shirt

4. the one with chocolate spread and nuts that Dad said actually tasted like cookie dough even though it made his tongue swell up for at least three hours

5. the one with brown shoe polish instead of chocolate spread that made Dad be sick in the sink, that’s actual sick and not just the sick noise

6. the almost-slime that was Donna’s unsuccessful attempt at making the world’s first slime with madras curry paste

7. the one with chocolate spread that made Mummy scream really loud as it really did look like poo was on top of the kitchen table.

Not surprisingly, most of Donna’s slimy creations ended up in the kitchen bin, leaving behind a mass of sticky