The dreadful strangers moved in on a wild and windy Thursday. Fudgenuts, cursed Picklewitch, adjusting her cracked binoculars to get a better view of the comings-and-goings. This wont do at all. I bet they havent even bought me any cake. Picklewitch is, quite literally, out of her tree. She has a nose for naughtiness, a taste for trouble and a weakness for cake. And unluckily for brainbox Jack - winner of the Most Sensible Boy in School for the third year running - shes about to choose him as her new best friend.