officers shrugged off their unseen attackers, and gave Oscar a tiny cheer. Amy wondered if she'd been wrong. Perhaps this was Oscar's chance to become a hero after all.
But then the square filled with what only Amy could make out to be the sound of hundreds of mini soldiers laughing.
They'd not been put off by Oscar's speech - they found it hilarious.
Amy watched in horror as she saw all the Vykoid troops turn away from the quaking riot police to descend on Oscar.
Seeing them advance, Oscar put his hand up to signal a halt.
His jaw dropped in amazement - his black NYPD gloves had been replaced with pink lacy ladies gloves, sparkling with Swarsovski crystals.
'What?' As Oscar brought his hands together to 130
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take off the gloves, his baseball cap was suddenly swapped for a pink tiara. He tried to draw his baton, but pulled out a fairy wand. Its tiny bells tinkled as, unable to stop his movement, he waved the wand at the watching soldiers.
The Vykoid troops were doubled up with laughter. It was as if they'd never seen anything as funny as Oscar trying to take them all on.
With increasing horror, Amy realised that, since they moved at lightning speed, Oscar would seem to be moving slower than a tortoise in treacle to the Vykoids. Each of his gestures would take up several minutes of time as the Vykoids experienced it. In the time it would take Oscar to click his fingers, Amy thought, the Vykoids could easily run up and down his body and do whatever they wanted.
As if to confirm the theory, two marker-pen-wielding Vykoids spent a few seconds of Oscar's time drawing a pair of comedy glasses round his eyes and a fake moustache that curled out from under his nose right up his cheeks.
'Stop it now!' Oscar yelled. 'I'm an officer of the New York Police Department, and I will not be played with!'
Unfortunately for Oscar, his authority was undermined by the Vykoids stealing his trousers. Oscar stood in the middle of New York, in his spotty boxers, pink lace gloves and pink tiara, and listened to the sound of tiny aliens laughing. Amy's hand
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went to her mouth as she struggled not to laugh herself.
'Not funny,' she muttered. 'So not funny.'
Despite the circumstances, Oscar seemed determined no t to beat a retreat. He went for his gun, and this time he seemed to have got the better of the speedy tyrants. He took aim at the Vykoid troops.
'Halt! Be aware that I will shoot. As a real and presen t danger to the safety of New York, I am arresting you...'
Oscar tailed off. The Vykoids were still laughing at him.
One of them put a hand up and, speaking very slowly, asked Oscar, 'Can I have a drink, officer?'
They all burst out laughing again, harder than ever.
Oscar stared at his hand in shock. While he'd been talking, they'd replaced his gun with a water pistol.
He fired anyway. In the same instant, a police riot shield appeared between him and the Vykoids, and the water splashed back in his own face.
'I will not surrender to you!' Oscar fumed, as a short miniskirt appeared around his legs.
Amy watched in frustration. She wished he'd listened to her, instead of playing the hero. She couldn't let herself be captured, and was helpless on the sidelines as the Vykoids moved in on Oscar.
'Stay behind the line!' Oscar shouted.
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The Vykoids didn't listen. As they spread around him, Oscar turned in a circle, trying to keep his eyes locked on the creatures. Like hummingbirds' wings, they became blurs of movement on the ground, zooming around Oscar's ankles.
'I said stop!'
It was too late. A cord tightened around Oscar's ankles.
'Focus, Oscar!' Amy shouted. She had an idea, but he'd have to be quick. 'Stand on one leg, and move the other round as fast as you can!'
Oscar probably didn't have a clue what Amy was trying to do, but he kicked his left leg high in the air, and waggled it as fast as he could.
As high up as you can get it.’ Amy yelled.
With obvious
But then the square filled with what only Amy could make out to be the sound of hundreds of mini soldiers laughing.
They'd not been put off by Oscar's speech - they found it hilarious.
Amy watched in horror as she saw all the Vykoid troops turn away from the quaking riot police to descend on Oscar.
Seeing them advance, Oscar put his hand up to signal a halt.
His jaw dropped in amazement - his black NYPD gloves had been replaced with pink lacy ladies gloves, sparkling with Swarsovski crystals.
'What?' As Oscar brought his hands together to 130
THE FORGOTTEN ARMY
take off the gloves, his baseball cap was suddenly swapped for a pink tiara. He tried to draw his baton, but pulled out a fairy wand. Its tiny bells tinkled as, unable to stop his movement, he waved the wand at the watching soldiers.
The Vykoid troops were doubled up with laughter. It was as if they'd never seen anything as funny as Oscar trying to take them all on.
With increasing horror, Amy realised that, since they moved at lightning speed, Oscar would seem to be moving slower than a tortoise in treacle to the Vykoids. Each of his gestures would take up several minutes of time as the Vykoids experienced it. In the time it would take Oscar to click his fingers, Amy thought, the Vykoids could easily run up and down his body and do whatever they wanted.
As if to confirm the theory, two marker-pen-wielding Vykoids spent a few seconds of Oscar's time drawing a pair of comedy glasses round his eyes and a fake moustache that curled out from under his nose right up his cheeks.
'Stop it now!' Oscar yelled. 'I'm an officer of the New York Police Department, and I will not be played with!'
Unfortunately for Oscar, his authority was undermined by the Vykoids stealing his trousers. Oscar stood in the middle of New York, in his spotty boxers, pink lace gloves and pink tiara, and listened to the sound of tiny aliens laughing. Amy's hand
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went to her mouth as she struggled not to laugh herself.
'Not funny,' she muttered. 'So not funny.'
Despite the circumstances, Oscar seemed determined no t to beat a retreat. He went for his gun, and this time he seemed to have got the better of the speedy tyrants. He took aim at the Vykoid troops.
'Halt! Be aware that I will shoot. As a real and presen t danger to the safety of New York, I am arresting you...'
Oscar tailed off. The Vykoids were still laughing at him.
One of them put a hand up and, speaking very slowly, asked Oscar, 'Can I have a drink, officer?'
They all burst out laughing again, harder than ever.
Oscar stared at his hand in shock. While he'd been talking, they'd replaced his gun with a water pistol.
He fired anyway. In the same instant, a police riot shield appeared between him and the Vykoids, and the water splashed back in his own face.
'I will not surrender to you!' Oscar fumed, as a short miniskirt appeared around his legs.
Amy watched in frustration. She wished he'd listened to her, instead of playing the hero. She couldn't let herself be captured, and was helpless on the sidelines as the Vykoids moved in on Oscar.
'Stay behind the line!' Oscar shouted.
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The Vykoids didn't listen. As they spread around him, Oscar turned in a circle, trying to keep his eyes locked on the creatures. Like hummingbirds' wings, they became blurs of movement on the ground, zooming around Oscar's ankles.
'I said stop!'
It was too late. A cord tightened around Oscar's ankles.
'Focus, Oscar!' Amy shouted. She had an idea, but he'd have to be quick. 'Stand on one leg, and move the other round as fast as you can!'
Oscar probably didn't have a clue what Amy was trying to do, but he kicked his left leg high in the air, and waggled it as fast as he could.
As high up as you can get it.’ Amy yelled.
With obvious
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