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disbelieving look on his face at what he had
just witnessed.
     
    ‘Do it again’,
he said. ‘But this time make the bat appear while I stand in front
to see where it comes from’.
     
    Smithy watched
with eagle eyes before suddenly remembering what was about to
happen. He moved quickly to the right as the bat flew past his left
hand side to hit his Dad’s scenery painting a deadly blow.
     
    The only words
that Smithy could get out was ‘No’ as he saw the bat punch a great
big hole in the middle of his Dad’s masterpiece. It fell to the
ground with a crash with bits flying off it in all directions.
     
    ‘Sorry’, Tommy
said in a panicky voice seeing the trouble they were now both
in.
     
    Smithy surveyed
the damage and said, ‘We’ll blame it on the cat. It’s always in
here knocking things over’.
     
    Smithy’s
attention was back on the chair.
     
    ‘How do you do
that’, he asked.
     
    ‘I don’t really
know’, Tommy answered. ‘Whatever thought I have at the time seems
to have an effect on the chair’.
     
    ‘Can it do
other things’, Smithy asked.
     
    ‘I don’t know’,
replied Tommy.
     
    ‘Do you think
that I could have a go’, Smithy asked.
     
    ‘OK’, replied
Tommy as he moved over to a chair in the corner of the shed where
he could lift himself onto it. Safely seated Tommy told Smithy to
sit in his chair. Now think of something he said.
     
    Smithy sat
there concentrating for all he was worth until he was red in the
face.
     
    ‘It’s no good’,
he said. ‘It must only work for you’.
     
    He got out of
the chair and helped Tommy back in. In all the excitement they had
forgotten all about the events that had taken place. It wasn’t
until
     
    Tommy’s Mum
popped in to see that he was all right did it all come thundering
back to upset Tommy once again.
     
    During the
early evening Smithy and Tommy went over the event once again.
Smithy came up with the idea of rescuing Tommy’s Dad themselves,
after all Tommy had just beaten one of the gang on his own. Tommy
was a little reluctant at first unsure of what they could do, but
finally agreed to give it a go, after all it was better than
sitting around miserable waiting for Monday to arrive.
     
    ‘Right’, said
Smithy. ‘What clues have we got. I’ll get a pad and pen to write
them down’. Smithy came back with his pad and pen and seated
himself on the chair beside Tommy’s wheelchair.
     
    ‘Let’s get this
blokes description down first like the police would while it’s
still fresh in your mind’, he said.
     
    Tommy’s
description was clear leaving nothing out. ‘Just a minute’, Tommy
said fishing for something in his pocket. ‘I found this on the
kitchen floor just after the man escaped out of the back door’.
     
    Tommy placed
the card on Smithy’s lap. ‘This may give us a clue’, he said.
     
    GOODNIGHT
MATTRESSES
    KINGFISHER
ROAD
    BROADACRE
     
    Smithy’s mouth
dropped open again and his face turned a little pale.
     
    ‘That’s my
Granddad’s company, he said. Blimey, I hope my Granddad’s not
kidnapped your dad. He did pinch my last sweet the other week, but
he made up for that by buying me a packet of crisps. He always
pinches chips off my Grandmothers plate when she’s not looking, but
he only does it for a laugh. He just doesn’t seem the type, and my
Grandmother wouldn’t let him do it anyway. Do you think they are
both in it together’?
     
    ‘Hold on a
minute’, Tommy said stopping Smithy from babbling on. ‘Just because
we have found one of your Granddad’s company cards, it doesn’t mean
he has something to do with my dad’s kidnapping’.
     
    ‘But, But!’
     
    Tommy stopped
Smithy. ‘Look it may mean that this man either works for your
Granddad or he has just brought something from his company. What we
need to do is to find out’.
     
    ‘I suppose we
could ask my horrible Uncle Frank if he works there’, Smithy
said.
     
    ‘What a good
idea’, Tommy replied. ‘Where