Molly the Mighty goes to Thrope Park

Molly the Mighty goes to thrope park



"Great news!" warbled Mum, dancing into the kitchen.

"Fizz is fostered and we're finally giving her back?!" asked Molly.

"Shut up!" Cried Fizz, catapulting porridge at molly's nose. Fizz had very good aim, and in revenge Molly catapulted a larger lump of porridge into fizz's ear.

This sparked a catapult battle.

"Stop it!" yelled Belinda and mum simultaneously.

"Your father has a day off from work soon, and for god knows what reason, he wants to take us all the thrope park."

"Do I have to come?" asked a terrified Belinda.

"Nah, no nannies. Just us and the kids."

"Phew. When we went to adventure island, Molly spewed on me six times. Thanks,

Penny!"



"Are we there yet?" asked Molly for about the 207th time. She knew perfectly well they were stuck in traffic, but it was fun to be incredibly annoying. The trip had not had a good start, with taking forever to generally get set, Belinda and Lauren meekly waving "good luck!" and then high-fiving. and by the time they got to the motorway, they realised they all needed the toilet.



Now they were in horrible traffic caused by a bus driving into a ditch, daydreaming about what rides they were going on. Fizz was scared of any ride going over 10 miles per hour, and Molly loved to tease her about it.

"I'm going to go on nemisis ten times! And you? Finally got the guts to ride the ghost train?" bragged Molly.

"Mol, none of us are prepared to wait in line for nemisis ten times. And actually I don't think there is a ghost train." said dad.

" You're just defending her honor because fast rides make you sick!" Molly answered.

The last time they went out to a theme park, dad threw up more than the kids did.



Finally they arrived. Molly particularly enjoyed the rides where they got drenched. The only trouble was whenever they went on wet rides Mum made them where these silly-looking waterproof ponchos.

You don't want your clothes to get wet do you?!" Mum demanded.

"That's the best part, mad person!" Molly argued, but it was no use.



The biggest friction arose at lunchtime.

"Okay, I'm having the sausage pizza!" Yelped Molly.

"Can I have the mushroom and cheese pizza?" Fizz asked.

"You don't like mushrooms!"

"I can have mushrooms if I want to!"

"But you don't like them!"

"Molly, let her have mushrooms or you'll be getting a vegetable pizza! Ooh. That was to big a risk. Fizz didn't like the mushrooms.



They qued and qued and queued. The queue for nemisis was and 1.5 hours. Finally at the front, Molly looked in horror as the kid in front was told:

"Sorry, too short"

"Fizz!" Molly hissed. " tiptoes!"

Molly grabbed Fizz's underarms and picked her up a bit. It worked, the operator gave them a very strange look. Molly rushed to the front, and Fizz followed her, looking pale.

"This'll be well freakish!" giggled Molly, excitedly.

"Get me off!"yelled dad from behind. The ride picked up speed. Molly and Fizz screamed as they swiped through loops, flew sideways, and twirled over the giant twist. And after the iconic

"Blecchh!" from somewhere behind them the experience was complete.



As they got off, everyone dizzily limped the the exit. Molly and Dizz tried to shout about how awesome that had been, but they had lost both their voices. They both had energy to laugh when they saw the state of mum.

"This is not my vomit! It was some ugly old man in front of me!"



That night, Molly smiled as she updated the spew score.

Molly. Fizz. Mum. Dad.

8. 7. 1. 9

But the smile turned into a sigh, as do most smiles. Dad was back at work now, and would be in Amsterdam in a couple of days. She wished they could go to theme parks more often. They were so fun, for Molly at least.