‘So that’s your game, is it, Hamish?’ said Mr Majeika. ‘Hamish! Hamish!’
Everyone wondered why Mr Majeika was calling Hamish’s name like this. But then a door at the back of the classroom opened and in came another Hamish. He was made of Lego, and moved his plastic arms and legs and head very stiffly, but there was no doubt about it being Hamish.
‘W-who are you?’ stuttered the real Hamish, looking at the plastic version of himself.
‘I’m the Hamish Bigmore of the new classroom,’ said the plastic Hamish. ‘And you better give me back my Death Ray Gun, or else!’
‘Shan’t,’ said the real Hamish, attempting to push the plastic Hamish out of the way. But the plastic Hamish was hard and strong, and it gave the real Hamish such a shove that he went reeling against the plastic walls of the
classroom. Though they were much stronger than the cardboard of other people’s models, they gave way beneath the weight of Hamish, and the Lego classroom collapsed around everyone, and shrank at the same time, so that in a moment Class Three were standing in the playground in front of a small heap of bits of Lego.
‘That was a near thing, Mr Majeika,’ said Thomas, while the real Hamish picked himself up and muttered crossly. ‘Was it your idea to put the plastic Hamish in the Lego classroom?’
Mr Majeika nodded. ‘I guessed there’d be some trouble from Hamish if I didn’t find someone who was a match for him. Jody, I think your idea ought to be the winner. We certainly don’t want to have Hamish’s model for our new classroom.’
‘We don’t,’ laughed Jody. ‘Though it’s nice to know that our Hamish isn’t the worst trouble-maker you could imagine – that somewhere, there’s another version of him who’s even worse!’
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