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Recovering from the mumps is such a bore.

I know. I do wish you could play.

Why don't you help us train? We could do with your coaching.

Let me get dressed.

Good morning, girls.

- From Alicia Johns. - She replied already?

You are aware of the new rules.

Miss Johnson asked me to make sure there was nothing untoward

so I've read it.

And...

- My word, biscuits and cake. - Sweets, too.

It seems like Alicia's accidentally packed her darning as well.

Tinned peaches. Delicious.

I haven't had these since I was little.

I love drinking the syrup.

Apparently it helps with laryngitis

so you might want to share some with poor Mavis.

- Help speed up her recovery. - That's a brilliant idea.

Don't worry, Matron. I'll make sure she gets them.

Very good. Well, I shall be taking the cake for now

but don't worry, it'll be safe in my office.

And Gwendoline, do not forget to collect the subs

for everyone for the school trip.

These head of form duties are never-ending.

You two, change into your school uniforms.

We've got the lacrosse county trials

we going to get in some extra training.

Absolutely not. You'll be late for breakfast.

Please, Matron. There's a chance me and Jean

could make the county reserves. The extra training would really help.

It is not up for discussion.

Come along.

Have you read it?

It doesn't say much.

I know what these are for.

Hurry. They're coming.

Right, remember what you need to do?

Yes.

- (French) Good morning, girls. - Good morning, Mam'zelle.

I hear that you have your trial today.

(French) Good luck to both of you.

- Thank you, Mam'zelle... - Bonne chance.

- Merci. - Merci.

- What was that? - I think it was a mouse.

- Une moose? - Une souris, Mam'zelle.

- (French) A mouse? Where? - A mouse.

There.

I just saw it.

Where did it go?

I think it went under your desk.

No, it was under the table.

- But it looked so sweet and fluffy. - Sweet?

Oh, you English are very strange.

- They carry nasty disease. - That's rats, not mice.

All nasty little squeakers.

Gwen, your foot!

(French) Calm down, calm down, girls.

Step outside for a moment. Allez.

Really don't like this.

No need to panic.

- I don't see it, - Come. Everybody.

- It's just the sock Alicia sent. - Why would she send...

I have hated mice since I was a little girl.

I saw one on my mother's dressing table and I...

I thought it was a powder puff.

(French) Disgusting. I will not tolerate vermin.

Irene, Mary-Lou, tell Matron I need her help.

The rest of you go outside.

- I will try and find it. - Can we play lacrosse, Mam'zelle?

- It's just a sock. - Very good idea.

Get some fresh air. Away from this rodent infestation.

- Thank you. Merci. - Allez.

Miss Rougier, I really must get back to the San.

If it runs out, I will try and hit it.

But why is it in the cupboard?

It could be hiding.

These little creatures are very smart.

Now, s'il vous plait.

Of all the blessed...

things...

Sorry. I thought I saw one.

- What is going on? - Miss Johnson.

We have an invasion of mice.

- And where are all the girls? - They're outside.

- Outside? - Oui.

I sent them just in case they catch any nasty disease from the rodents.

Diseases.

How many mice did you see?

Well...

Only one this time.

But one mouse is worse than no mice.

And they will have a family hidden in the walls, isn't that so?

What did this mouse look like?

It looked like a mouse.

Furry, a little nose, tail...

Right, well let's get this room cleaned from top to bottom.

Call the girls back in.

- No, no. Stop. - If you...

How marvelously clever of Irene to pull this off.

She only wanted to cheer you up. This is a bonus.

Tighten your cradle.

Well done.

If you play like that later, the scout will be utterly impressed.

Imagine if you both made the team.

That would be super, but there's no chance

they'll pick two third-years.

All those older girls from other schools to compete with

but if we make the reserves this year

next year it's the team.

Come on, let's practise some shots.

- Yes. - Let's get that.

Darrell.

Well, it was good while it lasted, Irene.

You did Alicia proud. We'll have to write and tell her.

Oh, and tell her about Darrell hitting Gwen with the lacrosse ball

when she stomped off to get out of the sun.

- What? - She'd love that.

She didn't?

Oh, can we read what Alicia wrote us?

I'm afraid not a lot.

She must've been worried it would be confiscated.

"Hello, girls.

I miss you all so much, even Gwen.

I'm keeping myself busy ice skating and baking, would you believe?

I can't wait to see you all again

and I'm especially excited to meet Bill.

Lots of love, Alicia.

P.S. Know your onions..."

"Know your onions"?

What does that mean?

Is that it?

She completely missed our code.

And it doesn't even really sound like her.

Let me take a look.

It stinks of onions.

And why does it say know your onions?

Probably just another one of Alicia's jokes.

It's not a joke.

She's trying to tell us something.

I've got it.

Come on.

Sorry, just...

Just...

It's invisible ink.

Onion juice oxidises and turns brown when heated.

Good job, Ellen.

When you write with the juice, it's invisible

until you warm it up.

Oh, wizard, old Alicia.

"Miss Johnson sounds awful.

I've sent you some tools to get the better of her.

I've baked them into the cake, so I hope they haven't melted...

Use them wisely."

I knew Alicia wouldn't let us down.

I can't wait to go and tell Darrell and Jean.

Wait...

Matron has the cake.

- Gwen. - Leave me alone.

You've done quite enough.

Gwen, I'm sorry. Truly, I am.

Gwen, I really didn't mean it.

- Mavis. How are you feeling? - Better, thank you.

The cough mixture seems to be doing its job

but I'll be glad when I don't have to take it twice a day.

Didn't Matron tell you?

We've got peach syrup to soothe your throat

so you'll be singing from the rooftops in no time.

Stop encouraging her to talk, child.

She needs to rest her voice.

Sorry.

(Don't worry. Thank you.)

Matron, will Mavis ever be able to sing again?

Let's hope so.

There's every chance if she rests her voice

she needs to keep taking that syrup.

- I'll make sure she does. - Good.

So what are you three doing here, anyway?

We came to ask for the cake back, please?

Did you, now?

It was so nice of Alicia to bake it for us

so we want to try it.

We promise to save you a slice.

Fine. Seeing as you asked so nicely.

Thank you so much, Matron.

But I will be taking my slice now.

Sorry.

What is in this?

Prunes.

I hate prunes.

And the silly girl forgot to remove the stones.

It's all yours.

But you are not to eat it until after teatime.

Yes, Matron. Understood.

And no crumbs left around to encourage those marauding mice.

Thank you, Matron.

Well, if she wasn't standing behind the goal

that would have never happened.

- Where's Gwen? - Collecting the subs for the trip.

Good. I don't want her telling tales.

- What's going on? - Read this.

You got the cake back.

Alicia is a genius.

She must've known Matron hates prunes.

I can't believe it.

What's inside?

What a clever piece of smuggling.

A wire. What's it for?

And what does the key open?

Must be somewhere useful. Otherwise, she wouldn't have sent it.

Let's try some more.

Is there anything left?

- No. - No, just really good cake.

Alicia is a clever baker.

Matron. I'm just collecting my history prep.

Traps?

- No. You can't. - I can.

We do not want another plague of vermin on our hands, do we?

Is there not another way? I mean...

My granny and I, we set out small boxes with cheese

and then we just let the mice out into the fields.

But if we let them out into the grounds

they will just find their way back in.

So this will put an end to them for good.

- What on earth could this be for? - Why a wire?

- And a key? - Darrell, I... I saw Matron.

She's setting traps. What if there really are real mice?

- Go. Someone's coming. - Come on... What... ?

- Hurry. Go. - Under the bed.

- All right. Okay. - Okay.

Girls.

As you are aware

we may have an infestation of rodents.

We will need to get rid of them.

Has anyone seen any mice in the dorm?

Any droppings?

Any of your items nibbled or gnawed?

No, Miss Johnson. Definitely not.

What are all these crumbs?

It's no wonder there could be mice.

Do you have something to say, Irene?

- No, Miss Johnson, definitely not. - It's just the cake.

The one Alicia Johns gave us.

We'll clear it up, though.

I am sure there are no mice around here.

I see we have found our mouse.

I assume you all knew about this.

I should've known to check that hamper myself.

I won't be making that mistake again.

I have no doubt who was behind this.

You thought you could trick Mam'zelle Rougier

into letting you outside so you could practise?

No...

- Come with me, young lady. - Miss Johnson, I can explain.

I played the trick, not Darrell.

Darrell was the one who was trying to hide it from me.

- No, it's not like that... - Quiet.

My study.

I... I've got to get ready for the trials.

- The bus will be here soon. - Now.

And bring that hamper with you.

Miss Johnson, it wasn't Darrell, I swear.

Miss Johnson confiscated the hamper.

We don't have time to worry about that now.

- The bus is here. - Yeah, quick, or you'll miss it.

Oh, Darrell.

Miss Johnson said I can't go.

I have to stay back and reflect on my actions.

What?

She can't do that. She can't take this opportunity away from you.

- I'll go and talk to her. - No, Jean.

She's not going to change her mind.

There's no point in ruining your chances too.

I'll be fine.

Go on. You can do this. I can't wait to hear all about it.

It's okay.

Can you put my things away in the changing room for me?

Of course.

I think I've seen one of these before.

I just can't remember where.

How's Darrell?

Miss Johnson said she couldn't go.

It's all my fault.

I... It was careless of me to leave the mouse out.

Alicia would have never made that mistake

and Darrell must be so upset with me.

No, of course not.

It was just a bit of fun, and you tried to tell the truth.

I think this is a skeleton key.

It usually means you can lock and unlock most doors.

A skeleton key?

Irene, why don't you try it?

It works.

I wonder if this is to use with the tinned peaches.

If we attach tins to the wire

when you talk in one end

the other person can hear you at their end.

Yes, but Miss Johnson won't give the hamper back.

I already told Mavis about the syrup

and I promised Matron I'd make sure she got it.

I wish Miss Grayling were here. She would've listened to us.

Hello...

- It's Gwen. - Hello?

Hurry, or she'll call Miss Johnson.

Why is the door locked?

Oh, it seems to be jammed.

One second, Gwen, let me try. Very, very stuck.

- One second, Gwen. - It just seems to be stuck.

Just a moment.

- Hold on. - Just take a second.

- What are you all up to? - Nothing.

I think you should get Matron to take a look at that door.

I have enough to do.

Don't worry. I'll speak to her for you.

Darrell?

Jean. How did it go?

All the girls were asking about you.

They were?

And the scout was looking forward to seeing you play again.

I told her about the trick and she actually found it funny.

She said it was unfair for you to miss out over a harmless prank.

Honestly, there wasn't a single midfielder

as decent as you out there today.

You never know. You might still make the reserves.

Really?

Really.

That's genius. She sent a key to open all doors?

- Alicia came up trumps. - I can't wait to meet her.

- She sounds like such fun. - She really is.

What's going on?

Has the list for the county team gone up already?

Looks like some of the Malory Towers girls made it.

Come on. Let's see if you're one of them.

Can you check the reserves for me?

- There should be three. - Yeah.

- Hey. - Geraldine Brooks, St. Hilda's.

Jean Dunlop, Malory Towers. Yes!

Super.

Diana Peterson, Sherendon College.

I'm so sorry, Darrell.

Darrell Rivers.

What are you doing?

It's cruel to use those traps.

These traps will be collected in the morning.

I told Matron you wasted her time and she is not happy.

You need to start putting more effort

into changing your own behaviour than caring for nonexistent rodents.

You might run rings around the staff in this school

but you can't fool me.

Now, tidy all of this up.

It seems missing your trial wasn't punishment enough.

There will be no circus trip for you next week

after your behaviour today.

Very well.

And no supper for you tonight.

When you're done here, get back to the dorm.

Are you not coming down for supper?

Miss Johnson confined me to the dorm.

Biscuit?

Thanks.

I am really sorry about today.

Don't be. It wasn't only your fault.

I... I don't know why I thought I'd make the reserves this year.

Darrell. You're super at lacrosse.

And you've practised so hard too.

Here she is.

We've been looking all over for you.

Haven't you seen the list?

Yes, of course.

Congratulations, Jean. I'm...

I'm glad at least one of us made the reserves.

Wait. Do you mean to say you only looked under the reserves?

You didn't check the team list?

Why would I?

Of all the donkeys.

You didn't make the reserves list because...

You're in the actual team.

- Goodness. How did that happen? - I told you.

The scout was so terribly impressed

with how you played the last time she was here.

See? After everything, you still made it.

- Congratulations, Darrell. - Well done, Darrell.

What?

I...

I...

I let my temper get the better of me

and I did something silly.

I covered a mouse trap.

But Miss Johnson caught me

and now I'm no longer going to the circus.

She is absolutely horrid.

I say we use the skeleton key to sneak you out of the school

so you don't miss the circus after all.

Actually, where is the skeleton key?

I think perhaps missing the circus

is a good thing.

Miss Johnson can't get away with how she treats us.

And she won't be here all day, but I will

and thanks to Alicia, I now have a key

that unlocks every door to the school.

So this is the plan...