Contents

       Cover

       Copyright

       Title Page

Barry’s birthday

Er, who’s Wolf Tizzler?

More rubbish pressies

The Shnozinator

After I did my bday wee

The unkeelest wee ever

The great birthday telling-off

Yellow jumper

Bad news

       Bday Barry

       ‘What?!’

       The Slugbusters

       Slug pellets

       Ooh la la

       1p per slug

       A nice sit-down

       Cafe Cafe

       Fronkle-ccino

       Enter Sharonella

       Really bad brainstorm

       Lamp post nappies

       Back to the drawing board

       Bday poo

       Loo-serish idea

       Hi brow

       Down the Women’s Beauty aisle

       Frozen goods, I mean bads

       Nancy’s idea

       The parent-shutter-upper-er seven trillion

       Naughty Bunky

       The worst walk home ever

       Back at the Loser residence

       Bunky. Or should I say . . .

       Nigel V Snooky-flumps

       I am not funny

       Chat to Wolf !

       Chat to Sunil

       Not my favourite

       Lost Bunky

       Too many Fronkleccinos

       Monday morning

       Super slug!

       One last bday plan

      About the author and drawer

       Some of my good reviews

       Back series promotional page

      ‘Cock-a-doodle-doooooo!’ screeched my baby brother, Desmond Loser the Second, from his bedroom next to mine.

      It was 6.17am on Saturday morning, not that I minded because . . .

      ‘IT’S MY BIRTHDAY!’ I cried, jumping out of bed and running downstairs doing an excitement blowoff on every step.

      ‘Happy birthday, my darling little Snookyflumps!’ cooed my mum, cuddling me into her bright

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