All of a sudden, a blue jay flew down and took off with the team mascot which was a Hammerhead soft toy. The team screamed in horror. Ben gasped with his hands over his mouth. Tiggerfa ran after the bird and I wondered how we would possibly have a chance of winning the playoffs without our mascot’s good luck.

Mr Contro shouted, “I’ve got it!” He said, “Everyone barge at the tree and push it over.” We pushed and pushed until the tree fell over, knocking over all the trees in the direction of the blue jay, like a set of dominoes. A branch on the last tree knocked the mascot from the blue jay’s clutches. Mr Control caught our mascot between his knees while riding his unicycles. “What a crazy catch!” I thought.

In all the commotion, we hadn’t realised that the playoffs had begun. And now we had to face off against the 13 year olds!