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  'Good morning? It's two am!' Her cat replied sarcastically.

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 reached the door, she was disappointed. It was only the Mayor
 Witch's son, Micky. He was called Micky because he had sticky out
 ears and sort of looked like Mickey Mouse. When she realised it was
him, her long, warty nose went red with laughter.

'Yeah, yeah, Matilda, I may look like a mouse, but at least I don't
have a long warty nose, with a torn black dress, worn black shoes,

stripy tights and a pointy black hat with holes in it!' he angrily
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'Well aren't we fancy today! Speaking of which, do you have time?'
Matilda asked the little boy, who in her opinion was very snobby 
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AM!!!' Midnight roared so loudly it blew a gigantic wind over
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'Oh yeah, my mom wants you to give this present to Robbie.'
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'Robbie? My brother Robbie? Why would I go see him? I have no
reason to.' MAtilda answered, surprised.
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Matilda rushed to her calendar, and there it was as clear as 

day, Robbie's birthday.
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'Come on, Midnight, we have to go get Robbie a present!'



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