As was her wont, she'd asked for only the barest outline of the case: an old country mansion being converted into a hotel...something that shouldn't be there...something that was then causing problems and more than problems to the workforce. It sounded straightforward enough, sounded like the standard scenario of an earthbound spirit re-enacting some meaningful ritual. No doubt it would then follow the standard pattern of all such cases: she would identify this spirit, she would make conta...

Naomi was asleep, and when I say was, I mean was. It was a strange noise that woke her, a scritching and scratching coming from a wall. What could it be? More to the point, who could it be? Whoever it is, they turn out to be remarkably useful in getting rid of less-than-welcome guests...

But there was one small problem, as there always is one small problem when everything else is just right. She could work it through a thousand times, a million times, and it wouldn't change anything, couldn't change anything, any more than it could change her name or the colour of her hair. Her name would still be Shayla. Her hair would still be blond-with-help-from-a-bottle. And more than that, more than any of that, she would still——be——dead.

Dixmould the bald mushroom—all other mushrooms, of course, sporting healthy crop of hair. What also sets this mushroom apart is that it just sits there looking important but is actually useless, can't even be cooked. Cat has plans for mushroom omelette, though. The mushroom has other ideas...

It's just past midnight, it's dark and there's a full moon, and three faintly glowing figures creep across the grass to look up at what they hope will be their new home. All seems well. There are no other ghosts there, there are mortals to be haunted - it looks perfect! Then they make a horrifying discovery...

Lord Mustard has a problem. It's called money - as in he hasn't got any. He's already sold the Rolls Royce, the family silver and the famous portrait of his great-great-great grandfather, and all he has left to sell is an antique cast iron clothes peg, a box of rock-hard chocolates left over from his last birthday and a pair of extra-large earmuffs for keeping out the cold. He has an idea on a new way to make money but needs a few things to help get it off the ground, but who's going to be...

Brooman has a little sister, and this little sister is a big problem. There's always a monster under her bed, and always in the middle of the night. And of course, what are big brothers for? Why, waking up and getting rid of the monster, what else!

Tall Thomas isn't tall, he just likes telling tall stories. Not everyone appreciates them, though, least of all his next-door neighbour, Mrs. Grumblebix, so she decides to put a stop to them. How? Well, she just happens to be a witch...

Astra Norte is a budding engineer. Her last invention having put her headmaster in hospital, she finds herself being packed off to another planet on a student exchange scheme. The starship she's been booked on, though (by said headmaster and quite deliberately), has seen better days. Her skills will certainly be needed...

It starts with a game of I hear with my little ear. It continues with the arrival of someone with gelled hair and sunglasses, and holding a guitar he can't play. His name, he tells them, is Pop Star, which "they" gave him after winning this competition thing on the telly. It ends in the only way Cat can end it...

Sophie is a witch, something she discovered quite by accident. But you know, being a witch has its plus points, especially when having to deal with horrible teachers that make you recite the 126½ times table backwards, or ever-hungry uncles that never leave a morsel of food on their plate at dinner...or yours! The trouble is, she never really knows how her spells are going to turn out. But they always do...somehow...

A catflap made out of flapjack. Well, who'd have thought it! Cat did. It's another of his inventions, and Victoria has to help him make it, of course, he only having paws and then being unable to do things like stirring. But why flapjack? There's a reason. With Cat, there always is...