extraordinary ernie & marvellous maud

For Extraordinary David
Brilliant Belinda

For Ali and David
who trusted in my tortoises
and for Jack











About the Author

About the Illustrator



Ernie Eggers was late for school. And it was all the fault of The Daring Dynamo. Ernie was a big fan of The Daring Dynamo, who was everything a superhero should be—and everything that Ernie wasn’t. The Dynamo was daring, obviously And dashing. He was brave and strong. He never tripped over his own feet. He was never tongue-tied. His ears didn’t stick out. And, Ernie guessed, The Daring Dynamo was probably punctual.

Unfortunately; the TV station that aired
The Daring Dynamo
was not so punctual. And because the show had finished late, Ernie—who couldn’t bear to leave his lounge room while the Dynamo was still in the clutches of the dreaded Count Crustaceous—was late too. Again …

Meanwhile, the four members of the Superheroes Society (Baxter Branch) were hanging around their headquarters on the alert for an outbreak of mischief. The ceiling fan whirred softly overhead, ruffling the yellowed newspaper clippings that were stuck to the walls. ‘Burglars Busted by Baxter’s Bravest!’ one declared, and ‘Reformed Rogue Hails Heroes’ said another. There was a gentle hum of washing machines coming from the laundromat next door.

The president of the Superheroes Society, Super Whiz, was leaning back in his chair with his feet on the table, while Housecat Woman was curled up asleep in an armchair that sat in a patch of sun in the corner of the room.

Valiant Vera, watched by Amazing Desmond, was sorting the mail that had just been pushed through the slot by the door. ‘Bill, bill, free pizza offer…’

‘I’ll take that,’ said Amazing Desmond quickly, snatching the paper from her.

‘Another bill… Oooh, here’s something. It looks like a letter from the Superheroes Society International Headquarters. We haven’t heard from HQ in years. I wonder what they could want?’

Housecat Woman opened her eyes in surprise, and Super Whiz swung his legs off the table and sat up straight. ‘Give it to me,’ he said importantly. ‘I should be the one to open it. I
the president—and the brains—of the branch.’

Valiant Vera passed it over, and Super Whiz tore it open and began to read, muttering under his breath.

Then he raised his eyes from the letter to the ceiling. ‘There’s been a change in leadership. I suppose the new guys will want to poke their noses into everything.’ He turned his attention back to the letter. ‘It has come to our notice … blah blah blah … no new members recruited in years … blah blah blah … youth … grow and change to meet the needs of the twenty-first century … Ha!’ Super Whiz slammed the letter onto the table in disgust. ‘They think we’re has-beens, that’s what this means.’

‘It’s not our fault that things are quiet in Baxter,’ said Amazing Desmond. ‘I imagine villains know we’re keeping a sharp eye on things and that’s why they steer clear.’

Valiant Vera picked up the letter from the table and began to read. ‘They say here we should try to find new members. Maybe approach the local school. You know, it’s not a bad idea,’ she said. ‘If we get some new members while they’re young, we’ll have plenty of time to train them up. That way we’d be—’ she read
from the letter in her hand—’“ensuring the future of the Superheroes Society for centuries to come.”’

‘So they want us to drag people off the streets and turn them into superheroes,’ snorted Super Whiz. ‘As if
could be a superhero. I presume HQ will still allow us to choose new members according to
high standards,’ he blustered. ‘If we were to select some school students, for example, we would only want the brainiest ones from the top of the class.’

‘What about the top athletes?’ asked Valiant Vera. ‘A superhero should be strong and brave.’

Super Whiz nodded. ‘You’re right,’ he said kindly. ‘We do need muscles to assist the brains. The only problem will be trying to choose our new members from among all the gifted young people begging to join our society. Of course, we can only accept the very best … Maybe we could make up some flyers and ask the principal to hand them out to the most intelligent
students.’ He rose to his feet and began pacing around the room, his hand clasping his chin thoughtfully. ‘I know!’ he said. ‘A contest! They shall compete for the honour of a place in our team.’

‘That’s all very well,’ said Amazing Desmond, ‘but what’s the prize?’

‘What do you mean, what’s the prize? I just told you—the honour of a place in our team. I can see the advertisements now: “Do YOU have what it takes to be a superhero?”’

‘Yes,’ said Desmond, ‘I understand that. But you still need to offer a prize. “Win a fast car” or “Win a luxury holiday” or something.’

‘Desmond’s right,’ said Valiant Vera. ‘You can’t have a contest without a prize. But I think it should be something a superhero could use. Now what does a trainee superhero need?’

‘Help,’ yawned
Housecat Woman from the corner.

The others turned to look at her in surprise. Housecat Woman rarely stayed awake long enough to follow a discussion all the way through.

‘What’s wrong?’ asked Super Whiz politely.

‘That’s what a superhero needs,’ Housecat Woman said. ‘Help to do all the things a superhero does. Someone to share the exhausting workload.’ She gave another enormous yawn. ‘That’s what I’d like, anyway,’ she said, and promptly fell asleep.

‘Bingo!’ said Amazing Desmond. ‘She’s got it in one—a sidekick! There’s nothing more certain to make a kid feel like a hero than their own faithful sidekick.’


As he sprinted down the hill towards his school Ernie could hear the bell ringing, and by the time he reached the school gate the playground was deserted. Putting on an extra burst of speed, he leapt up the front steps two at a time and burst through the heavy wooden door into the school’s main corridor. He was walking quickly down the corridor—he didn’t want to get in trouble for running in the halls as well—when, to his relief, he saw a flash of colour hurrying along ahead of him. Phew! He wasn’t the only
student running late! Then the other person stopped to look at the noticeboard halfway along the corridor, and Ernie saw that he had been mistaken.

It wasn’t another student. It didn’t seem to be a teacher either; too colourful. It was a short, slightly plump man wearing purple tights that sagged at the bottom, and an orange skivvy that strained over his belly to meet the tights. A small purple cape was slung over his shoulders. Could this be a new drama teacher? Ernie couldn’t think of another reason why a grown man would wear purple tights and a cape.

As Ernie watched, the man plucked a piece of paper from his sack and pinned it to the noticeboard. He then emptied the rest of the sack’s contents into a bin.

Ernie was so puzzled that he forgot to pay attention to his feet, which slipped out from under him. Next thing he knew, he was flat on his back and skidding along the corridor straight towards the stranger. Before Ernie could think to warn him, he had slammed straight into the man’s legs. His schoolbag came to rest on his chest.

The man seemed surprised, but not upset. Looking down at the boy tangled around his feet, he said, ‘Hello.’

‘Hi,’ said Ernie weakly.

‘Where did you come from?’ the man asked.

Ernie pointed back towards the door.

‘Well you’re certainly light on your feet,’ said the man admiringly. ‘I didn’t even hear you coming.’

Ernie shrugged modestly, which is hard to do with a schoolbag on your chest.

‘I’m Amazing Desmond,’ said the man, removing himself from the muddle of Ernie’s limbs.

‘Ernie,’ said Ernie.

‘You’re not some kind of athlete, are you, Ernie?’ Amazing Desmond asked suspiciously.

‘No,’ said Ernie honestly. He was rather flattered, though. No one had ever mistaken him for an athlete before.

Desmond studied him for a minute. ‘Athletes and A students,’ he muttered to himself. ‘Ha! We can do better than that. What we’re looking for is guts and gumption—not the principal’s pet.’ He bent and pulled one of the pieces of paper from the bin, and handed it to the boy. ‘You might be interested in this. Maybe I’ll see
you there.’ He set off down the corridor, whistling.

Ernie, still lying on his back in the school corridor, began to read …

Ernie looked up and down the corridor. Amazing Desmond was nowhere to be seen. Was this some kind of joke? He couldn’t answer ‘yes’ to a single one of those questions—but Amazing Desmond, who must be a superhero himself, seemed to think that he, Ernie Eggers, could become a superhero too!


It was already past four o’clock when Ernie hurried down High Street looking for number 32. Passing a scruff laundromat—number 30— he stopped outside a florist—number 34. Looking behind him, he saw that he’d walked right past a vacant-looking shop.

On closer inspection, Ernie noticed that the shop’s shabby brown door had the number 32 stencilled on it in small, neat letters. He tried to peer through the shopfront windows, but they appeared to have been papered over.

Ernie knocked.

After a few seconds the door was thrown open by a tall, thin man in blue tights. The letters ‘SW’ were stamped in red across his bony chest.

He regarded Ernie sternly, taking in his rumpled shirt and dirty collar. ‘What do you want?’ he asked.

‘I’m here for the Superhero Contest,’ said Ernie.

‘Oh,’ said the man. He gazed over Ernie’s shoulder. ‘Is there anyone else with you?’ he asked in a hopeful voice.

‘No,’ said Ernie. ‘I don’t think so.’

‘Oh,’ said the man again. ‘Pity.’ Then, taking a deep breath, he ushered Ernie into the room and began to speak very quickly in a jolly voice. ‘Welcome, welcome. I’m Super Whiz, and this is Housecat Woman and Valiant Vera. We’re the judges.’

Ernie said hello to Housecat Woman, who
was in an armchair, and Valiant Vera, who was sitting on the far side of a large table. He couldn’t see Amazing Desmond anywhere.

Super Whiz joined Valiant Vera at the table, and beckoned to Ernie, who moved to stand nervously in front of the table.

‘Well now,’ said Super Whiz, leaning back in his chair. ‘The fourth member of our little team, Amazing Desmond, is busy interviewing applicants for the sidekick position. That will be
sidekick, should you win this contest. Though I must warn you, the competition is very tough. Are you sure you’re qualified to be here?’

Ernie was surprised. Amazing Desmond had been quite encouraging. ‘Well, I’m Ernie Eggers,’ he explained.

The superheroes looked blank.

Ernie paused as a thought struck him, and he looked around the deserted room. ‘Where are the other contestants?’ he asked.

‘Ah …’ Super Whiz looked uncomfortable. ‘They … haven’t arrived yet. But carry on, Ernie. Tell us a bit about yourself.’

‘Oh, right.’ Ernie tried to stand up a bit straighter as he faced the judges. ‘My name is Ernie Eggers, I’m ten, and I’m very good at …’ He paused again, trying to think of something, anything, that he was very good at. ‘Football.’

‘Football? Now that’s interesting,’ said Valiant Vera. ‘What are your strengths? Speed? Stamina?’

Ernie slumped. ‘To tell the truth, I’m not
that good at it myself. But I watch it on TV a lot, and …’

‘What are your school marks like?’ interrupted Super Whiz.

‘Um, they’re not
good,’ confessed Ernie. ‘Just average, really.’

‘You do realise that this is the
contest, don’t you? The
hero contest is next door.’ Valiant Vera gave a snort of laughter, and Housecat Woman let out a brief giggle.

‘Oh. Okay. Sorry,’ said Ernie. He turned and walked towards the door.

Super Whiz rolled his eyes. ‘That was a joke.’

Ernie turned back to face them. ‘Look, I know I’m not exactly super, but I really
to be. I’ll work so hard—I can be here every day after school and on weekends—and I’m sure that with your help and lots of practice …’

Super Whiz held up a hand. ‘Please,’ he said, ‘spare us.’ He turned to Valiant Vera and began a whispered conversation.

Ernie could just make out snatches of it—‘only entrant’ and ‘one new recruit is better than’ and ‘the principal must have rocks in his head’.

Finally, the two superheroes turned to face him once more.

‘Welcome to the team,’ said Super Whiz with a sickly kind of smile. ‘You’re a trainee superhero.’

Ernie stared in shock. They’d accepted him.
He’d won! He felt quite dizzy with pleasure. He’d never won anything before, and he’d never been picked for a team.

‘So what are we going to call you?’ Super Whiz asked.

‘How did you all get your names?’

‘They’re based on our natural superpowers, of course. I’m a whiz in the brains department—obviously. Valiant Vera is brave and swift. Housecat Woman, well, when she was younger she was much more active; chasing, climbing, pouncing … And Amazing Desmond is, er—well the point is, what will
name be?’

‘I suppose that depends on what my natural superpower is,’ Ernie said. ‘What is it, by the way?’

‘Hmm, good question,’ said Super Whiz, looking Ernie up and down. ‘I have to say, nothing super springs to mind.’

‘Couldn’t you, you know,
me some superpowers?’

‘What, do you think we’ve just got some storeroom of superpowers behind that door?’ Super Whiz pointed to a door marked ‘Storeroom’.

‘Oh, don’t be so mean, Super,’ said Valiant Vera. ‘You know it can take a while for powers to emerge.’

‘Maybe I could use some general sort of name,’ said Ernie. ‘Just until my natural superpowers kick in. How about “Extraordinary Ernie”?’

‘I’m not sure,’ said Super Whiz doubtfully. ‘It’s not exactly accurate, is it?’

‘Oh, go on, Whiz.’ The door had burst open to reveal the short, plump man Ernie had met earlier.

After a muffled conversation with someone behind him who Ernie couldn’t see, Desmond quickly pushed the door shut.

‘The kid looks all right to me,’ Amazing Desmond called out as he came over to them. ‘Surely we can stretch the truth a bit.’

Ernie looked at him gratefully, but Super Whiz gave Desmond a filthy look. ‘The only thing being stretched around here is your tights,’ he said, poking Desmond in the middle. ‘I know you don’t have super brains, strength or speed, but you could at least try to stay in shape. And I’ve told you a hundred times,’ he added through gritted teeth, ‘don’t call me Whiz.’

‘Whatever you say, Whi … I mean, Super,’ said Desmond cheerfully. ‘You know I can’t get
to the gym as much as I’d like because of my bad back. So, I take it this is our winner.’ He clapped a hand on Ernie’s shoulder warmly ‘Excellent. I saw him down at the school earlier and suggested he come along. And have I found the perfect sidekick!’

‘So what have you got for us, Desmond?’ asked Super Whiz, rubbing his hands together. ‘Something intelligent, I hope. An owl? A bit of wise counsel for our young friend here wouldn’t go astray.’


‘Perhaps it’s a dear little monkey?’ chimed in Valiant Vera. ‘Fast and nimble and great at getting out of tight spots …’

‘Maybe it’s a mouse?’ purred Housecat Woman. ‘A plump, juicy, tasty mouse?’

‘I know!’ said Ernie. ‘It’s a parrot! A parrot would be great.’ He imagined himself striding down the street in his superhero costume with a parrot perched on his shoulder, squawking,
‘Make way for Extraordinary Ernie’ and ‘Extraordinary Ernie to the rescue!’

‘No, no and no again!’ cried Desmond. ‘I knew you’d never guess.’

Bounding to the door he flung it open and gestured grandly. ‘Well, here she is …’

There was a long silence, which was finally broken by the strangled voice of Super Whiz.

‘Desmond, you idiot … That’s a


‘That’s right!’ said Desmond proudly.

There was another long silence, broken this time by the sheep herself. ‘What?’ she demanded. ‘Haven’t you ever seen a sheep before?’

‘Ah, what’s your name, dear?’ asked Valiant Vera kindly.

‘Maud,’ replied the sheep cautiously. ‘Maud?’ squawked Ernie, in the way a parrot would have done. ‘A sidekick called Maud? It doesn’t exactly sound super, does it?’

‘It was my great-aunt’s name,’ explained the sheep. ‘My dad thought that if I was named after her she’d leave me all her riches in her will.’

‘And did she?’ asked Ernie.

‘No,’ said Maud sadly. ‘Sheep don’t have wills.’

‘Oh, right. Well, who got all her riches?’

‘No one. Sheep don’t have riches either, since they don’t have jobs. That’s why I was so glad to see your advertisement for a sidekick. Right, so who’s my hero? I suppose it’s you, since you’re the only one without a costume,’ she said, looking at Ernie with a sigh. ‘He doesn’t look all that promising, does he?’ she whispered to Super Whiz loudly. She turned back to Ernie. ‘So what’s your name?’


‘Ernie? Well, if you don’t mind my saying so, “Ernie” isn’t exactly the type of name to stop evil in its tracks either.’

‘I was named after an aunt too,’ Ernie said.

‘Really?’ asked Maud. ‘Was your aunt a man, then?’

‘No,’ mumbled Ernie, embarrassed. ‘Her name is Ernestine. She’s rich, but she’s not dead yet.’

‘Oh, that’s a shame,’ said Maud sympathetically.

‘Look, I’m terribly sorry,’ said Ernie politely, looking around at the superheroes and then at Maud, ‘but I don’t think this is going to work. It’s just that, no offence, I was hoping for, you know, a
sidekick. Like … I don’t know…’ Ernie paused. Suddenly a parrot didn’t seem all that cool either. ‘A big black dog or something.’

‘A big black dog?’ echoed Maud. ‘That just shows your lack of imagination.’

‘Or a … a … a tiger,’ said Ernie desperately. ‘After all, what can a

‘What can a sheep do?’ Maud said. ‘What can

Luckily, she didn’t wait for an answer.

‘I’m a fast runner,’ said Maud. She trotted briskly up and down the length of the room a couple of times, hooves clattering on the wooden floor.

Valiant Vera and Housecat Woman both nodded approvingly.

‘I can speak several languages.’

Super Whiz looked impressed.

‘And if I do say so myself, I have the gift of the gab and a large helping of charm.’

She winked at Amazing Desmond, who winked back.

They all looked at Ernie expectantly.

Ernie hesitated.

‘Oh, that’s right.’ Maud clapped a hoof to her woolly forehead. ‘You wanted cool. I’ve got just the thing.’ Maud stuck her nose into her woolly front and rummaged around for a few seconds. She emerged wearing a jaunty grin and a pair of black sunglasses. ‘Better?’

Ernie grinned back half-heartedly. He supposed being a superhero with a smart sheep for a sidekick was better than not being a superhero at all. ‘Sure.’

‘So what’s your superhero name, partner?’

‘Um, Extraordinary Ernie.’

‘Extraordinary Ernie? Oh I like that. Good, so we’ll be Extraordinary Ernie and Marvellous Maud.’

‘Well,’ said Super Whiz, ‘our new recruits might not be
I would have hoped for …’

‘They’ll be fine,’ said Valiant Vera firmly. ‘Now let’s get you two kitted up.’

She opened the door to the storeroom, and Ernie stared in wonder at racks and racks of suits and tights and capes in a dazzling kaleidoscope of colours and sizes.

‘Baxter Branch used to have dozens of members,’ Vera explained, ‘so we needed lots of costumes. Take your pick.’

Ernie scanned the racks eagerly. His eyes lit on a fluorescent green one-piece suit with a gold lightning bolt running down each arm. ‘That’s a nice one,’ he said shyly.

Vera pulled it from the hanger. ‘It should look good with a green cape, I think,’ she said. She flicked through several hangers before finding what she wanted. She handed both suit and cape to Ernie.

‘What about me? What about me?’ Maud was hopping from side to side in excitement.

Vera frowned at the racks of costumes. ‘I’m not sure we have anything in your size …’ she began.

But Desmond, seeing the disappointment on the sheep’s face, plucked something pink from a hanger. ‘Except this cape here,’ he said.

Maud brightened, and as Desmond fastened the cape around her woolly neck she positively glowed.


The first thing Ernie saw when he awoke the next morning was his green suit and cape. It was strange how just looking at it made him feel a bit extraordinary already.

He quickly dressed and bolted down his breakfast. This was one day he was definitely not going to be late!

Ernie arrived at the superheroes’ office on High Street just as Maud clip-clopped up the footpath from the opposite direction.

‘Morning, partner,’ she greeted him. She
looked nervous and excited. Ernie supposed that he looked the same. ‘You look super in your suit and cape.’

‘Hi, Maud,’ he said. ‘Thanks. Your cape looks very … dashing.’

The sheep beamed. ‘Well, here we go—our first day.’

Ernie opened the door.

The four superheroes were waiting for them. Valiant Vera looked at their costumes and—aside from a slight bagging at Ernie’s knees—declared them a good fit.

Super Whiz waved Ernie and Maud over to the table where Amazing Desmond was already seated. Housecat Woman was asleep in the same armchair she’d occupied the day before.

Super Whiz then gave them a long lecture on the topic of Mischief, Havoc and Chaos while Ernie did his best to look interested and Maud tutted intelligently. Amazing Desmond shifted restlessly in his seat. When Super Whiz started on the subject of Wrongdoing and Shenanigans, Desmond broke in.

‘What do you say we begin a spot of on the job training, Whiz?’ he suggested. ‘There’s nothing like a bit of hands-on experience.’

Super Whiz looked annoyed—whether at the interruption or at being called Whiz, Ernie couldn’t tell—but when he saw Valiant Vera bobbing her head in agreement he sighed and stood up.

‘Well, all right. I suppose they could do the Saturday patrol of the High Street shops. Saturday’s very busy,’ he explained to Ernie and Maud as they stepped out onto High Street, ‘with everyone bustling and rushing. Tempers can become frayed. Accidents can happen. You need to be alert and aware. If any dangerous situations arise, report back immediately.’

Ernie and Maud nodded obediently and set off.

The High Street shopping strip was a small
one, stretching just one block, which ran between the Baxter town hall at one end and the park at the other.

‘It’s strange,’ said Maud, as they walked purposefully down High Street, which was crowded with Saturday morning shoppers. ‘When I woke up this morning, the first thing I saw was my cape—and just seeing it made me feel quite marvellous.’

‘That’s exactly how I felt!’ exclaimed Ernie, surprised to find that the sheep’s thoughts were so like his own.

‘So what made you decide to become a superhero?’ asked Maud.

Ernie didn’t know quite how to put it into words. ‘I guess I just wanted to feel like I was special,’ he said at last.

‘I know just what you mean,’ said Maud. ‘I want to be more than just another sheep. Why even when I was a little lamb, I … Ernie? What’s wrong?’

Ernie had stopped dead in the middle of the footpath and was staring straight ahead. ‘There,’ he said.

‘What is it?’ asked Maud. ‘Wrongdoing? Shenanigans?’

‘No, not that,’ whispered Ernie urgently. ‘It’s Emma Plucker!’

‘Where?’ said Maud, craning her neck.

‘Coming towards us.’

‘Oh,’ said Maud loudly. ‘The red-haired girl?’

‘Shhh,’ hissed Ernie, for Emma Plucker was
only a few metres away and seemed to be about to speak. ‘Just follow my lead, okay?’

‘Ernie? Ernie Eggers? Is that you?’

‘Yeah, it’s me,’ said Ernie, blushing. ‘Hi, Emma.’

Emma Plucker had never spoken to him before, even though they’d been in the same class since kindergarten. Sometimes Ernie suspected he might be invisible. Perhaps that was his natural superpower?

‘Why are you dressed like that?’ Emma asked curiously. Clearly Ernie was quite visible in his fluorescent green suit.

‘Oh, I’m a trainee superhero.’

Maud was butting his knee. ‘Introduce me,’ she bleated.

‘Oh, right. And this is my sidekick, er… Fang,’ Ernie said. ‘Fang.’

‘That’s right.’

‘Your sheep is called Fang.’ It didn’t seem to be a question.

‘She’s not a sheep, she’s a sidekick. I mean, she
a sheep, but—she’s trained in karate.’

Maud scowled ferociously, and kicked out with her back leg.

‘Well,’ said Emma, ‘if I’m ever in trouble I’ll know who to call. See you, Ernie; nice to meet you, Fang.’ She waved a hand and strolled off down the street.

‘Right, er, bye, Emma,’ said Ernie.

‘Well,’ said Maud, as they watched Emma disappear into the distance, ‘she seems nice. Is she a friend of yours?’

‘Ohne,’ said Ernie, shocked. ‘She’s very popular.’

They continued their patrol of High Street, walking up one side of the street—chemist, bank, pet shop, laundromat, Superheroes Society, florist, takeaway—then crossing the road and walking back down the other side—hardware store, toyshop, fruit shop, milk bar, newsagency, bookshop, supermarket.

As the morning passed the sun grew hotter and hotter, and Ernie started to feel a bit prickly inside his tight suit.

‘I’m just going to stop at the milk bar for a bottle of water,’ he said. ‘Do you want anything, Maud?’

‘No thanks, Ernie. Oh, wait, yes—I’d love some grape flavoured bubblegum.’

‘Okay.’ Ernie entered the shop and immediately found his bottle of water, but he couldn’t find any grape bubblegum. ‘I’ll just be a minute,’ he said to the shopkeeper, putting the water on the counter.

He went to the door of the shop and called, ‘Maud! They’ve got strawberry and tutti-frutti, but no grape, so do you … Maud?’

She was gone.

Then Ernie heard a frantic bleating and saw Maud trotting around the corner of the supermarket as fast as her little legs could carry her—with a big black dog close behind!

‘Maud!’ cried Ernie, racing after them. ‘Hang on, Maud, I’m coming!’

He tore around the side of the supermarket
and saw that the dog had cornered Maud by the dumpsters lining the back wall of the building. The dog was growling fiercely, teeth bared.

Maud’s bleats had become whimpers and her eyes were wide with terror. Her cape hung limply to one side.

Slowing to a jog, Ernie looked desperately about him for some kind of weapon. His eyes fell on an abandoned shopping trolley. Perfect! Wheeling it in front of him he began to run, and when he had gathered enough speed he jumped onto the bar above the wheels.

‘Here I come, Maud!’ he bellowed.

The dog, startled, looked behind to see Ernie heading straight for him like a missile, his cape flying.

The dog fled, yelping in alarm, its tail between its legs.

Ernie put his feet back on the ground, and he and the trolley skidded to a halt.

‘Maud, are you okay?’ he panted, rushing over to his trembling sidekick.

‘Oh Ernie,’ she whispered. ‘I thought …’

‘Everything’s all right now,’ said Ernie in a firm voice. ‘Did you see the way that dog took off?’

‘Did I!’ said Maud, some of the old spirit creeping into her voice. ‘You sure scared him.’

Ernie stood up, and Maud shook herself.

‘You came at him like a rocket!’ she said, pausing to give her cape a tug with her teeth. ‘And he took off like one,’ she continued.

Ernie listened to his friend praising his speed, daring and ingenuity as they rounded the corner onto High Street. Ernie Eggers was starting to feel just a tiny bit super.


By lunchtime the rush of shoppers had slowed to a trickle. Maud escorted an old man across the road, and Ernie helped a tired mother carry her shopping to the car, but they saw no mischief, havoc or chaos needing heroic intervention.

Finally Ernie suggested they stop for lunch. They bought salad sandwiches (Maud explained that she was a strict vegetarian), and took them to the park, where they found a cool spot in the shade of a large tree.

When they were done, Ernie gathered up their rubbish and took it over to the bin on the far side of the park. He was on his way back to Maud when he heard some familiar voices.

‘Look! It’s a celery stick!’

‘Nah, celery doesn’t have ears like that.’

Ernie could feel those ears beginning to turn red. It was Lenny Pascal and his two followers, Wilbur and Gilbert. Wilbur and Gilbert weren’t so bad on their own, but when they were with Lenny some of his nastiness seemed to rub off on them. Privately, Ernie thought of the trio as Pascal’s Rascals.

‘Hey, look at this!’ Lenny grabbed Ernie by the cape and used it to spin him around in dizzying circles.

Then he let go suddenly and Ernie stumbled. Wilbur and Gilbert laughed, and when a shove of Lenny’s knee sent Ernie sprawling on the ground they laughed harder. They were still laughing as they ran off across the park.

Ernie burned with shame. He felt small and useless and not at all like a superhero. If he really were a superhero, he would have been able to stand up to those bullies. No, he said to himself, if he really were a superhero, the bullies never would have come near him in the first place.

It was a wilted bit of celery that was lying in the dirt when Maud came galloping over.

‘Ernie, what happened?’ she asked breathlessly.

Ernie sat up. ‘Pascal’s Rascals,’ he said glumly. ‘They live on my street and they’re always pushing me around, calling me names … I wish they’d just leave me alone,’ he finished angrily.

‘Never mind,’ Maud said, attempting to dust him off with her hoof. ‘As we always say in the flock, names can never hurt …’

‘Hey, listen, that’s Emma’s voice,’ said Ernie, looking up.

At the other end of the park, Pascal’s Rascals had spotted Emma sitting on a bench by the pond reading a book.

As Ernie watched, Lenny grabbed the book and tossed it to Wilbur. Emma ran towards Wilbur, but he threw the book over her head to Gilbert.

‘Stop it!’ she was crying. ‘Give it back!’

‘Those scoundrels!’ said Ernie. ‘Come on, Maud. Let’s go!’

‘Yes! What’s the plan?’ said Maud excitedly as Ernie leapt to his feet.

‘I don’t know yet,’ said Ernie as he took off like a shot. ‘We’ll decide when we get there.’

‘I know!’ said Maud, cantering smartly behind him. ‘You chase him as far as that tree there,
then I’ll leap out from behind that rubbish bin and give him a karate kick to the knee, then …’

‘Maud,’ said Ernie, ‘you don’t know karate. I was making that up.’

‘Oh yeah,’ said Maud. ‘I forgot.’

‘Ernie!’ said Emma as she caught sight of the trainee superheroes. ‘Help me!’

Lenny turned to see. ‘Ha! Look who’s come to the rescue!’ he crowed. ‘It’s Super Salad—and look: Ernie has a little lamb!’

Wilbur and Gilbert chortled.

‘Lay off, Lenny!’ said Ernie.

‘Who’s gonna make me?’ sneered Lenny. ‘Hey, over here!’ he called to Gilbert, waving his hands in the air.

Gilbert flung the book towards him, and just as the book touched Lenny’s outstretched hand, Ernie gave him a sudden shove.

‘Hey!’ Lenny shouted.

Lenny stumbled backwards, right into Maud, who rammed all her woolly bulk hard into the back of the bully’s knees.

‘Wha …?!’ Emma’s book flew from his grasp, and his mouth gaped as he teetered backwards then tumbled into the pond with a loud splash.

A family of ducks immediately circled him, quacking their complaints loudly.

Wilbur lunged for the airborne book, but Ernie was too quick for him. He stuck out his
foot and the lunging Wilbur fell heavily, the book landing in the dirt beside him.

Ernie spun around to deal with the remaining bully, but Maud was already on the case. Eyes narrowed, her gaze fixed on Gilbert, she was pawing the ground like a bull. With a low, gruff bleat she lowered her head and charged, hitting the boy squarely in the stomach.

‘Oooph!’ he groaned as he fell, the wind knocked out of him.

Lenny, with the angry ducks still squawking at him noisily, dragged himself dripping from the pond and took off across the park. Wilbur and Gilbert, groaning, lumbered after him.

Hands on hips, Ernie gave a satisfied nod, then bent and plucked Emma’s book from the dirt. He carefully wiped it clean on his cape, and presented it to its owner.

‘Thank you, Ernie,’ she said. ‘And you too, Fang. You were both fantastic.’

Ernie and Maud grinned at each other.

Then Ernie cleared his throat. ‘Actually, Emma, Maud’s name is Maud—not Fang. I just made that up so she’d seem cooler.’ He flushed with embarrassment, then corrected himself. ‘That’s not quite true either,’ he confessed. ‘I was trying to make
seem cooler. Maud doesn’t need any help. She’s already the coolest person—I mean sheep—I ever met.’

Emma tilted her head to one side and looked at Ernie thoughtfully. ‘Do you know what, Ernie? I don’t think you need any help either. You’re pretty cool too.’ Then she hugged her book to her chest and ran off across the park.

Ernie and Maud followed slowly.

‘She’s right, you know,’ Maud told Ernie. ‘You
cool. Why, on your very first day as a superhero you saved my life
defeated three bullies.’

‘We defeated those bullies,’ Ernie said. ‘I couldn’t have done it without you, partner.’

‘Thanks, partner!’ said Maud. She clicked her hooves together happily and began to skip across the park towards High Street.

Checking first to see that no one was looking, Ernie gave a little skip himself before jogging after her.