The Borribles Go For Broke
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What is a Borrible?
Borribles are runaways who dwell in the shadows of London. Apart from their pointed ears, they look just like ordinary children. They live by their wits and a few Borrible laws—the chief one being, Don't Get Caught! The Borribles are outcasts—but they wouldn't have it any other way….
The Borribles Go For Broke
On the Great Rumble Hunt, Chalotte, a Borrible from Whitechapel, very nearly lost her life—and good friends had been left for dead—all because of the Rumble Treasure Chest. To Chalotte the treasure was evil and she had sworn never to go on another adventure. But when Chalotte and the other survivors discover that Sam the horse is in danger they know they have no choice—Borribles always help their friends. Their attempts to rescue Sam lead them into the second Great Borrible Adventure!
friend, and Chalotte recognized him. ‘We’re Borrible, you know,’ she said. ‘Three of us were on the Rumble Hunt.’ Lightfinger was not impressed. ‘So what?’ he said. ‘I still want to know what you are doing here; this ain’t your manor.’ ‘Don’t give us any bother,’ said Vulge. ‘We’ve come to see Bingo, not you. Why don’t you get out of our way?’ Lightfinger took a step towards Vulge. ‘Long as you haven’t come to start some dopey adventure like the last one. Where’s Knocker now eh, where’s my
keepers.’ ‘Right,’ continued Spiff. ‘I’ve got some good catapults indoors, some of those steel ones left over from the Rumble Hunt, one each. Stones we want, food we want, good running shoes. We’ll get into Sinjen’s School tonight and get a blazer each so we look like proper kids. If we get stopped on the road we’ll pretend we’re out on some holiday project. We’ll leave tonight, as soon as it’s dark. We’ll break into the RSPCA office on the way, see if we can find out anything about what’s
window and then up at the two smaller windows on the first floor. ‘I won’t have any bother getting in here,’ he said. ‘You others get over to that bus stop and pretend you’re in the queue. If you see anything suspicious give a whistle.’ The bus stop was in fact only twenty yards from the office but by the time the Borribles had reached it Spiff had disappeared. ‘Look at that,’ said Vulge, ‘he’s inside already. He must be one of the best Borrible burglars ever.’ ‘The stories say he’s got at
proud, I’ll tell yer. You’ve got to hand it to that Flinthead, he never gives up. Right out there, in the middle of all that mud and water he’s dug a mine shaft, and above it is a contraption like a North Sea oil rigs a platform made of planks, a treadmill, and a chain of buckets to bring up the mud … and down below, slaves to do the digging. Fantastic engineering, real Borrible. I tell yer … that Flinthead.’ Stonks snorted. ‘He’s mad, he can’t dig up the treasure box, it’s too far gone.’ ‘He’s
clothes were in tatters, he was barefoot and covered from heel to head in a dark stickiness, a mixture of sweat, mud and blood. There was slime in his eyes, slime in his hair. He was not far from death, ground down to nothing for the sake of the Rumbles’ treasure. ‘What’s his name?’ asked Stonks for something to say. ‘Torreycanyon,’ said the guard, ‘and he’s the lucky one. He’s a bit like a pet dog to us, running round in his wheel. You should see the others down below, you’d have to see the