After a while, Kimberly Jones, Roary McCallister and Silvia. Nervously, we all decided to look at the old Nursery there are a lot of broken windows like if someone broke them purposely. As much as Roary, Silvia and Kimberly counted 63 burned out or dead trees, Roary walked up to the tall door like a castle door. All he smelled was all of the burning smoke from the chimney. he held his breath and knocked on the door. Mysteriously, the door opened like magic.

Kimberly Jones, Silvia and Roary McCallister all ran upstairs to the creepy old doll room that Roary loved when he was a little boy. “This is where I went to nursery and this was my favourite room but now this is not what I remembered it as.” Exclaimed Roary sadly. “It smelled like if an animal died in here!” announced Kimberly disgusted . Silvia sniffed around looking for clues like a detective. Silvia spotted really bad hand writing and spelling on the wall and are saying Helo this is crepy storie of all the dolls coming aliv at night and wil find you now find a hidding spot quic Roar, Kimberl and Sylvia. Then the text disappeared mischievously vanished like a puff of smoke at a circus and ran downstairs to a playroom and found a fish tank. All the fish were dead and the fish tank is full of air and no water.

Roary and Kimberly ran upstairs again and went into the weird old doll room and went into a toy box chucked all the toys out to find the McGuffin! Roary and Kimberly saw a key and pulled the medium sized McGuffin out of the toy box and “it’s a cute Flamingo,” they both jinxed each other. They searched all around the McGuffin and on the flamingos feet was a clue and it had a small piece of paper Roary and Kimberly read it, it said 749 drive-in street and it was signed by Dr Phillips.

“So should we go,” exclaimed Roary to Kimberly.

“No I’m not going you can go,” said Kimberly.

“Wait,” said Roary.

“Aren’t we in 749 drive-in street…” said both of them.

They both heard the door opening, “Its Dr Phillips” Roary exclaimed excitedly.

Dr Phillips is upstairs now. “I won’t hurt you I want to send my child here,” exclaimed Dr Phillips. 

He looked like a mad scientist that just fell out of the sky onto an electrical powerline. Dr Phillips sneakily drew eyes to Roary and Kimberly and walked strangely to the old doll room, “don’t worry I just want to see your hair for my experiment for today.”

Dr Phillips just came to the door, “Can I see that McGuffin?” 

Roary and Kimberly said, “I guess that you can,” and they handed the McGuffin to Dr Phillips as slow as a snail. Roary and Kimberly were petrified and said “now can we have it back,” “NO!” Dr Phillips shouted.

“Oh a map,” Dr Phillips exclaimed and he took the map and threw the McGuffin like a basketball on the floor in the old doll room. Dr Phillips locked Roary and Kimberly in the old doll room.

Chapter 3

Roary and Kimberly scattering through boxes and cupboards then Kimberly screeched ” This is the most that you have helped in your whole life I am impressed in you Roary!”

“Well I didn’t plan to do this and also I do everything around here!” Explained in a sloppy way even though Roary does nothing.

However Kimberly just sighed at Roary in frustration with him because this is the first time that Roary has ever tried to help while Kimberly thinks that when he isn’t helping at all, Roary would sit there and not do anything not even moving then Roary exclaimed weirdly “Why do you never help out Kimberly?

“Excuse you every day I help you to do your homework, get snacks for you and ever so more there is that much stuff that I don’t even remember do you know?” Kimberly sighed.

Roary did not reply. Although Roary looked up at the roof and found a massive key that must lead to the door “look Kimberly I found a key I think it goes to the door!” That Roary announced excitedly Roary and Kimberly then shivered “Its freezing in here,” Shivered Roary. “Ano it’s like I’m in a fridge, Shivered Kimberly.

On one hand Roary is not such a helpful person but if you convince him to do it he would do it but in a sloppy way and on the other hand Kimberly is sweet and cares for everything and everyone and does her absolute best to be helpful and helps if no one says.

Roary hands an old voucher that said voucher for valuable toys Kimberly shouted “thank you so much if you done this all day we could’ve been out by now but you decide to help whenever you want!”

Kimberly shoves the voucher in the key hole but it will not even budge a bit.

Roary and Kimberly have made a 10% progress to get out of the nursery silvia the cat snuggled into Kimberly worried that they can’t get out then silvia hopped out of Kimberlys hand and pushed boxes together that was high enough to reach the key on the ceiling.

Kimberly climed the boxes and she could reach the key and put it in the key hole ran downstairs and straight out the door they went, they saw a long road and only a long road looked like in the middle of nowhere.

On my way home…..

I met a lady called Glue, 

She was shining from the sun

and she was sliding about like a surf kite on the ocean,

when it’s cold she sticks to the ground like a rock and

In the sun she melt’s like a popsicle.

I met a boy called Crystal, 

He was worth a million,

from Diamond’s to Crystal’s with the 

Glistening from the light shone on him he reflected like a 

Mini disco.

I met a girl called Parrot, 

she was squawking like one in a 

cage of goodness the cage was made from iron glittery 

Bars of angel’s.

I met a man called Hedgehog,

 he was as spikey as a

World of woodland splinter’s of all kind of 

Wood.

I met a woman called Battery,

 she was on all day and night 

She was hyper like if it was her birthday or if she drank coffee 

but she was just on all the time and what she did not do 

is she did not stop.

I met a girl called Dolly, 

she was as precious as a gem she 

Lit up the whole town like Blackpool 

Illumination’s all the time.

I met a man called Cloak, 

he was wearing 5 million cloak’s on

In the winter and even in the summer and he was still 

Just fine he was never cold or hot he was just fine.

I met a lady called Cold, 

she had the cold in the summer 

and in the winter in the House as well she wore winter 

Wool coat’s all the time.

I met a Woman called Superstar,

 in day you never see

Her but in the night she comes to light, Across the sky she is 

Nice and bright she has a trail of sparkly goodness.

I met a boy called Fire, 

his eyes were lit like burning 

Flames on a pile of oak wood, he has spikey 

Hair just like a pile of flames that grows in a forest fire.

I met myself,

 at the end of a never ending mirror tunnel of wisdom 

I saw a lot of myself of clone’s that spoke like a rainbow

coming out a pot of glory.

By callie

On my way home…..

I met a lady called Glue, 

She was shining from the sun

and she was sliding about like a surf kite on the ocean,

when it’s cold she sticks to the ground like a rock and

In the sun she melt’s like a popsicle.

I met a boy called Crystal, 

He was worth a million,

from Diamond’s to Crystal’s with the 

Glistening from the light shone on him he reflected like a 

Mini disco.

I met a girl called Parrot, 

she was squawking like one in a 

cage of goodness the cage was made from iron glittery 

Bars of angel’s.

I met a man called Hedgehog,

 he was as spikey as a

World of woodland splinter’s of all kind of 

Wood.

I met a woman called Battery,

 she was on all day and night 

She was hyper like if it was her birthday or if she drank coffee 

but she was just on all the time and what she did not do 

is she did not stop.

I met a girl called Dolly, 

she was as precious as a gem she 

Lit up the whole town like Blackpool 

Illumination’s all the time.

I met a man called Cloak, 

he was wearing 5 million cloak’s on

In the winter and even in the summer and he was still 

Just fine he was never cold or hot he was just fine.

I met a lady called Cold, 

she had the cold in the summer 

and in the winter in the House as well she wore winter 

Wool coat’s all the time.

I met a Woman called Superstar,

 in day you never see

Her but in the night she comes to light, Across the sky she is 

Nice and bright she has a trail of sparkly goodness.

I met a boy called Fire, 

his eyes were lit like burning 

Flames on a pile of oak wood, he has spikey 

Hair just like a pile of flames that grows in a forest fire.

I met myself,

 at the end of a never ending mirror tunnel of wisdom 

I saw a lot of myself of clone’s that spoke like a rainbow

coming out a pot of glory.

By callie

On my way home…..

I met a lady called Glue, 

She was shining from the sun

and she was sliding about like a surf kite on the ocean,

when it’s cold she sticks to the ground like a rock and

In the sun she melt’s like a popsicle.

I met a boy called Crystal, 

He was worth a million,

from Diamond’s to Crystal’s with the 

Glistening from the light shone on him he reflected like a 

Mini disco.

I met a girl called Parrot, 

she was squawking like one in a 

cage of goodness the cage was made from iron glittery 

Bars of angel’s.

I met a man called Hedgehog,

 he was as spikey as a

World of woodland splinter’s of all kind of 

Wood.

I met a woman called Battery,

 she was on all day and night 

She was hyper like if it was her birthday or if she drank coffee 

but she was just on all the time and what she did not do 

is she did not stop.

I met a girl called Dolly, 

she was as precious as a gem she 

Lit up the whole town like Blackpool 

Illumination’s all the time.

I met a man called Cloak, 

he was wearing 5 million cloak’s on

In the winter and even in the summer and he was still 

Just fine he was never cold or hot he was just fine.

I met a lady called Cold, 

she had the cold in the summer 

and in the winter in the House as well she wore winter 

Wool coat’s all the time.

I met a Woman called Superstar,

 in day you never see

Her but in the night she comes to light, Across the sky she is 

Nice and bright she has a trail of sparkly goodness.

I met a boy called Fire, 

his eyes were lit like burning 

Flames on a pile of oak wood, he has spikey 

Hair just like a pile of flames that grows in a forest fire.

I met myself,

 at the end of a never ending mirror tunnel of wisdom 

I saw a lot of myself of clone’s that spoke like a rainbow 

Coming out of a pot of gold glory.

by Callie

On my way home…..

I met a lady called Glue, 

She was shining from the sun

and she was sliding about like a surf kite on the ocean,

when it’s cold she sticks to the ground like a rock and

In the sun she melt’s like a popsicle.

I met a boy called Crystal, 

He was worth a million,

from Diamond’s to Crystal’s with the 

Glistening from the light shone on him he reflected like a 

Mini disco.

I met a girl called Parrot, 

she was squawking like one in a 

cage of goodness the cage was made from iron glittery 

Bars of angel’s.

I met a man called Hedgehog,

 he was as spikey as a

World of woodland splinter’s of all kind of 

Wood.

I met a woman called Battery,

 she was on all day and night 

She was hyper like if it was her birthday or if she drank coffee 

but she was just on all the time and what she did not do 

is she did not stop.

I met a girl called Dolly, 

she was as precious as a gem she 

Lit up the whole town like Blackpool 

Illumination’s all the time.

I met a man called Cloak, 

he was wearing 5 million cloak’s on

In the winter and even in the summer and he was still 

Just fine he was never cold or hot he was just fine.

I met a lady called Cold, 

she had the cold in the summer 

and in the winter in the House as well she wore winter 

Wool coat’s all the time.

I met a Woman called Superstar,

 in day you never see

Her but in the night she comes to light, Across the sky she is 

Nice and bright she has a trail of sparkly goodness.

I met a boy called Fire, 

his eyes were lit like burning 

Flames on a pile of oak wood, he has spikey 

Hair just like a pile of flames that grows in a forest fire.

I met myself,

 at the end of a never ending mirror tunnel of wisdom 

I saw a lot of myself of clone’s that spoke like a rainbow 

Coming out of a pot of gold glory.

by Callie

On my way home…..

I met a lady called Glue, 

She was shining from the sun

and she was sliding about like a surf kite on the ocean,

when it’s cold she sticks to the ground like a rock and

In the sun she melt’s like a popsicle.

I met a boy called Crystal, 

He was worth a million,

from Diamond’s to Crystal’s with the 

Glistening from the light shone on him he reflected like a 

Mini disco.

I met a girl called Parrot, 

she was squawking like one in a 

cage of goodness the cage was made from iron glittery 

Bars of angel’s.

I met a man called Hedgehog,

 he was as spikey as a

World of woodland splinter’s of all kind of 

Wood.

I met a woman called Battery,

 she was on all day and night 

She was hyper like if it was her birthday or if she drank coffee 

but she was just on all the time and what she did not do 

is she did not stop.

I met a girl called Dolly, 

she was as precious as a gem she 

Lit up the whole town like Blackpool 

Illumination’s all the time.

I met a man called Cloak, 

he was wearing 5 million cloak’s on

In the winter and even in the summer and he was still 

Just fine he was never cold or hot he was just fine.

I met a lady called Cold, 

she had the cold in the summer 

and in the winter in the House as well she wore winter 

Wool coat’s all the time.

I met a Woman called Superstar,

 in day you never see

Her but in the night she comes to light, Across the sky she is 

Nice and bright she has a trail of sparkly goodness.

I met a boy called Fire, 

his eyes were lit like burning 

Flames on a pile of oak wood, he has spikey 

Hair just like a pile of flames that grows in a forest fire.

I met myself,

 at the end of a never ending mirror tunnel of wisdom 

I saw a lot of myself of clone’s that spoke like a rainbow 

Coming out of a pot of gold glory.

by Callie