'Help, ' shouted Chris. 'Please. Somebody help.' The silent green head had power over him. The cabbage patch curse was too strong. 'Zip.' Down came his fly. 'Don't look. Don't look, ' shouted Chris. 'Don't look. Don't look, ' shouted Ms Henderson. But it was too late. Chris let fly. Splash, splash, sploosh. It could only happen in a Paul Jennings story, and it does