The Continuing Search For Akryllic Love by Fin McCann

Smally drops down from the top shelf, untangles a grinning Engine from a mop to his unsteady feet, and goes to open the cupboard door. ‘They locked it’, says One-Headed Boy. ‘What? This one?’ asks Smally, grinning beneath the fox mask and he turns the handle with a click, the door swinging open. ‘How did …