parties, predicaments and undercover pets

So there I was, thinking that the last week of school was going to be mega-fun - I mean there's the fun run, the end of term party... OK, we'll more fun than usual. Could I have been more wrong? Urm, no. I mean next-door's barbecue degenerates into a sausage fight, I nearly have to call the RSPCA on Kyra, the fun run is more like no-fun limp and, oh yes, how could I forget that disastrous game of spin the bottle....