Tom

//**Something moved in the cupboard.

It was quite dark, late at night. In fact, the clock had just chimed midnight.** // // //It was yellow, it was sticky and it was ALIVE! Yes, it was the horrid truth, The Sticky Beans were invading! It rustled around a little until it found what it was looking for, the crown off an old toy king. POP! The crown came off. The Bean a delighted squeak and popped the crown on his own little head. Then he bounced toward the window and saw a toy farmer staring at him. "Grr!" he did a complicated kick and the farmer's head fell off. All of the noise had woken up a little boy named Carl. He sat up in bed to see the poor helpless bean sitting on his bed!//**
 * At the bottom of the cupboard, under a heap of old shoes and clothing not worn for years, was a cardboard box. Inside the box were some dusty, faded toys. There were dolls, marionettes, stuffed fluffy toys, a train with two wheels missing, a wooden soldier whose sword had been broken in some long-forgotten battle, and several jigsaws.**
 * //Something in the box moved.