I knew where to go. I knew the route off by heart; I had been there enough times. Once I was there, I knocked on the door (the bell was broken) and waited.

There was a yell, someone screamed. Then I heard someone else call someone's name. There was a thump, and the door was opened.

The mad-house was owned by my best friend, Craig. The place was constantly so noisy because Craig had three younger brothers and sisters.

"Robin!" Craig said in disbelief. "What are you doing here?"

"Family problems," I said with a sigh. "Can I come in?"

"Sure," Craig stepped to one side and let me inside. "It's a bit hectic as usual, but you're always welcome."

I couldn't help but grin, as I saw the Confibula family playing out their usual routine. (LOL, stupid name I know, but it's Latin for frog, so I couldn't resist!)

Duncan, the youngest, was chasing Molly, the second youngest, around the living room and they were both yelling their heads off. Francis, the middle child, was trying to read his book in a corner, but his younger siblings were clearly disturbing him. And I could hear the deafening sound of Louisa, playing music at top volume in her room.

Craig was the second oldest, we'd been friends since we met in the frog scouts when we were little. He was a great guy, optimistic, cheery and really funny.

"So, what's up?" Craig asked. "Wait a minute…it's your birthday, isn't it?"

I nodded. "Some birthday this is turning out to be," I sighed.

Craig looked sympathetic. "I thought you and your uncle never fought," he said.

"You thought wrong," I retorted. "Here's what happened. I don't know why, I guess because my eighteenth birthday is like a landmark, but I've started thinking about my Dad again."

"The one in Britain?"

"No, the one in Mozambique," I declared sarcastically. "Yes the one in Britain! What other dad do I have?"

Craig held his hands up in surrender. "OK! OK!" he said. He'd grown used to my fiery temper. "So…what happened?"

"I told Uncle Kermit I wanted to see Dad, just see him, and he won't let me. Completely just forbade it."

"Why?"

"Because he's jealous. He thinks of me as his son, and he hates my dad. He said he wants to pretend that he never existed."

Craig winced sympathetically. "That's tough," he said. I know I couldn't live without my dad…"

It's true. Apart from little Duncan, (who's everybody's favourite) Craig was probably his dad's favourite. When I saw them both together, I used to go green with envy. (Even though I was already green).

"I can't go back tonight," I said. "Can I stay here for the night?"

"Sure, as long as you don't mind sharing with Duncan!"

This was a joke, though it wasn't funny.

"Ha, ha," I said bitterly. "Can't we be serious for a minute?"

"Sorry," Craig said biting back a grin. "So…what can we do about the whole dad-uncle-Britain problem? I mean, it's not as if you can just go by yourself-"

Suddenly, I gave a great whoop. "That's it!" I cried

"What's it?" Craig asked.

"Craig, I've had an idea," I said. I put a hand on his shoulder. "You're my best mate, right?"

"Yeah."

"And you'd help me with anything, wouldn't you?"

"Anything," Craig confirmed. "But what do you need help with?"

"We're breaking into the Muppet Theatre."

Dun, dunn, DUNNNNN! Damn, that was exciting. See you soon. xx