"You.. you just ran away!" Sophie yelled as we got home. "We've got to stop him!"
"I is never stopping him," The BFG said. "He would just punch me down and tinkle me."
"You're a... coward!" Sophie cried.
"You're such an idiot," I snapped. "Why the Hell do you just stand there and do nothing? While more people disappear?"
"Yes," the Big Guy admitted. "Though I is running away to save you two."
"I don't care about being saved," I yelled.
"I also don't want to be saved," Sophie cried. "I want to save the other children, before any more disappear."
"There's going to be lot's more disappearing tonight."
"What?" I cried.
"What do you mean?" Sophie asked.
"I is hearing them talking and they is finding themselves a bogglehouse for boys."
"Is that a school?" I asked.
"Yes."
"Oh God," I said.
"Oh no!" Sophie cried.
"And another school with little girls in it," the BFG said. "They's going there tonight! The Fleshlumpeater alone has a most squackling whoppsy appetite for them."
"Where at?" I asked.
"Is where I snitched you two from, is England."
"Oh my God," I cried.
"Will he snatch them out of their beds while they're sleeping?" Sophie asked.
"Like peas out of a poddle," he said.
"I can't bear to think of it!" Sophie cried.
"Then don't, for years and years I is sitting here on this very rock and cave every night after night when they is galloping away, and I is feeling so sad for all the human beans they is going to gobble up. But I has had to get used to it. There is nothing I can do. If I wasn't a titchy little runty giant only twenty-four feet high then I would be stopping them. But that is absolutely out of the window."
"Do you always know where they are going?" I asked.
"Always," he said. "Every night they is yelling at me as they go bootling past. The other day they was yelling, 'We is off to Mrs. Sippi and Miss Souri to guzzle them both!"
"Disgusting!" Sophie said. "I hate them!"
"That does it!" I yelled "I thought you were our friend! Sophie was right, you are a coward! I admit I used to be a coward at the orphanage with my stepmother and stepsister, but I stood up to them proving that I'm not a coward. You have a funny way of showing gratitude!"
The BFG and Sophie stared at me.
"Well, I'm not gonna sit here while those disgusting, ugly, giants eat more humans," I slid down the rope from the table and stopped. "You do what you think is right!"
I stormed off from my friends in anger ignoring Sophie's cries to stop. I kept storming to where there was a big rock and I tripped and lie on the sand. I cried and burst into tears feeling helpless for those children in England. What can I do? Why is he such a damn coward? I thought he was my friend. I wish my father were here, if he were not dead, he'd help my friends and me. I wish the Big Guy never kidnapped Sophie and I.
I looked back and heard Sophie talking to the Big Guy inside the cave.
"I can't stand it!" Sophie cried. "Just think of those poor girls and boys who are going to be eaten alive tonight! We can't just sit there and do nothing! We've got to go after those brutes!"
"No," the BFG said.
"We must," Sophie cried. "Why won't you go?"
The BFG sighed and shook his head firmly. "I has told you and Joanna five or six times," he said. "And the third will be the last. I is never showing myself to human beans."
"Why ever not?"
"If I do, they will be putting me in the zoo with all the jiggyraffes and grinksludgers."
"Nonsense," Sophie said.
"And they will be sending you and Joanna straight back to the norphanage. Grown-up human beans is not famous for their kindnesses. They is all squifflerotters and grinksludgers."
"That is not true!" Sophie snapped. "Not all humans adults are cruel! Some are indeed very kind."
"Who?" the BFG asked as he looked at Sophie, "Name one?"
"The Queen of England," Sophie said. "You can't call her a squifflerotter or a grinksludger."
"Well…" he said trying to make an excuse.
"You cannot absolutely call her a squeakpip or a notmuncher either!" Sophie was getting angrier and angrier.
"The Fleshlumpeater is longing dearly to guzzle her up," the BFG said as he gave a tiny smile.
"Who? The Queen?" Sophie cried, aghast.
"Yes," the BFG answered. "Fleshlumpeater says he is never eating a queen and he thinks perhaps she has an especially scrumdiddlyumptious flavor."
"How dare he!" Sophie cried.
Outside the cave, I could hear them talking about the Queen and the Fleshlumpeater wanting to eat her. I never felt more disgusted in my life.
"That sneaky son of…" I bit my lip to hold in my swearing.
"But Fleashlumpeater says there is too many soldiers around her palace and he dursent try it."
"He'd better not!" Sophie said.
"He is also saying he would like very much to guzzle one of his soldiers in his pretty red suit but he is worried about those big black furry hats they is wearing. He thinks they might be sticking in his throat."
"I hope he chokes!" Sophie cried.
"Fleshlumpeater is a very careful giant," the Big Guy said.
Sophie was both very silent, and she and Joanna both want to make things right in the world.
"I've got it!" Sophie cried in excitement. ""By golly I've got it! Let me get Joanna!" She slid down the rope off the table and ran towards where Joanna was sitting.
"Joanna!" her voice caused me to jump as I stared at her.
"What is it Sophie?" I asked.
"Follow me and I'll explain." I followed Sophie, the BFG came out of his cave and sat on a big blue rock. We both climbed up the rock and stood tall to the BFG.
"What is you got what?" the BFG asked.
"The answer!" cried Sophie. "We'll go to the Queen! It's a terrific idea! If we both went and told the Queen about these disgusting man-eating giants I'm sure she'd do something about it!"
"And they put them in prison!" I said knowing where Sophie was going.
The Big Guy looked down at us sadly and shook his head. "She is never believing you two. Never in a month of Mondays."
"Maybe she would," I said.
"Never, it is sounding such a wonky tall story, the Queen will be laughing and saying 'What awful rubbsquash!'"
"She would not!" Sophie cried.
"Of course she would," the BFG said. "I has told you two before that human beans is simply not believing in giants."
"We're going to have to find a way to make her believe," I said.
"And how is you getting in to see the Queen anyway?" he asked.
"Now hold on a sec," Sophie said. "Just you hold on a sec because I've got another idea."
"Your ideas is full of crodswoggle," he said.
"Not this one," Sophie said. "You say that if we tell the Queen, she would never believe us?"
"I is certain she wouldn't."
"What will we do then?" I asked.
"But we aren't going to tell her!" Sophie said excitedly. "We don't have to tell her! We'll make her dream it!"
I was starting to see what she meant.
"That is an even more frothbungling suggestion," the Big Guy said. "Dreams is lots of fun but nobody is believing in dreams either. You is only believing in a dream while you is actually dreaming it. But as soon as you is waking up you is saying 'Oh thank goodness it was only a dream.'"
"Don't you worry about that," Sophie said. " I swear I can fix that. So can Joanna."
"Never can you two fix it," he said.
"Sure we can," I said. "I swear it! But first of all, let me ask you a very important question. Here it is. Can you make a person dream absolutely almost anything in the world?"
"Anything you like," the BFG said proudly.
"If I said I wanted to dream that I was in a flying bathtub with silver wings, could you make me dream it?"
"I could," he said.
"How would you make it?" Sophie asked.
"It is a little bit like mixing a cake," the BFG said. "If you is putting the right amounts of all the different amounts of all the different things into it, you is making the cake come out any way you want, sugary, splongy, currant, Christmassy or grobswitchy. It is the same with dreams."
"And?" I asked.
"Go on?" Sophie said.
"I has dillions of dreams on my shelfs, right or left?"
"Right," Sophie said.
"Correct," I said.
"I has dreams about bathtubs, lots of them. I has dreams about silver wings. I has dreams about flying. So all I has to do is very quickly making a dream where you is flying in a bathtub with silver wings."
"I see what you mean?" Sophie asked. "But I didn't know you could mis one dream with another."
"Dreams like being mixed," the BFG answered. "They is getting very lonesome all by themselves in those glassy bottles."
"Right," Sophie said. "Now then, do you have dreams about the Queen of England?"
"Lots of them," he said.
"And about giants?" I asked.
"Of course," he said.
"And about them eating people and children?" I asked.
"Swiggles of them."
"And about little girls like me?" Sophie asked.
"And young ladies, like me too?" I asked.
"Those is the commonest of all," he said. "I has bottles and bottles of dreams about little girls and young ladies."
"And could you mix them all up just as I want you to?" Sophie asked. She was getting more excited as I was.
"Oh course," the Big Guy said. "But how is this helping us? I think you two is barking up the wrong dog."
"Oh no," I said.
"Now hold on," Sophie said. "Listen carefully. I want you to mix a dream which you will blow into the Queen of England's bedroom when she is asleep. And this is how it will go."
"Now hang on a mintick," the BFG said. "How is I going to get near enough to the Queen of England's bedroom to blow in my dream? You is talking dumbsilly."
"We'll tell you that later," I said. "For the moment please listen carefully. Here is the dream Sophie and I want you to mix. Are you paying attention?"
"Very close," the BFG said.
"I want the Queen to dream that nine disgusting giants, each one about fifty feet tall, are galloping to England in the night of the witching hour. She must dream their names as well. Now what were their names again?"
"Fleshlumpeater, Manhugger, Bonechruncher, Childchewer, Meatdripper, Gizzardgulper, Maidmasher, Bloodbottler, and the Butcher Boy."
"Let her dream those names," Sophie said. "And let her dream that they will be creeping into England in the depths of the witching hour and snatching little boys and girls from their beds and then…." Sophie paused. "Do they eat them on the spot or do they carry them away at first?"
"They is usually just popping them straight into their mouths like popcorn."
My stomach clenched in fear and disgust.
"Put that in the dream," I said. "And then… then the dream must say when their stomachs are full, they will go galloping back to Giant Country where no one can find them."
"Is that all?" he asked.
"Certainly not," Sophie said. "You must then explain to the Queen in her dream that there is a Big Friendly Giant who can tell her where all those beasts are living, so that she can send her soldiers and her armies to capture them once and for all."
"And now let her dream one last and very important thing," I said. "Let her dream that there is a little girl and young lady called Sophie and Joanna sitting on her window-sill who will tell her where the Big Friendly Giant is hiding."
"Where is he hiding?" he asked.
"We'll come to that later," Sophie said. "So the Queen dreams her dream right?"
"Right," the BFG said.
"Then he wakes up and the first thing she thinks is oh what a horrid dream. I'm so glad it was only a dream. And then looks up from her pillow and what does she see?"
"What does she see?" the BFG asked.
"She sees a little girl and young lady named Sophie and Joanna sitting on her window-sill, right there in real life before her very known eyes."
"How is you going to be sitting on the Queen's window-sill, may I beg?" the BFG asked.
"You Big Guy," I said. "Are going to put us there, and that's the lovely part about it. If someone dreams that there is a little girl and young lady sitting on her window-sill and then she wakes up and sees that the little girl and young lady really are sitting there, that is a dream come true, is it not?"
"I is beginning to see where you is driving to," the BFG said. "If the Queen is knowing that part of her dream is true, then perhaps she is believing the rest of it is true as well."
"That's about it," Sophie said. "But I shall have to convince her of that myself."
"You said you is wanting the dream to say there is a Big Friendly Giant who is also going to talk to the Queen?"
"Absolutely," Sophie said. "You must. You are the only one who can tell her where to find the other giants."
"That is why you're important to the plan Big Guy," I said. "You will be able to convince her to capture the giants."
"How is I meeting the Queen?" the BFG asked. "I is not wanting to be shooted at by her soldiers."
"Don't worry, you won't be shot," I said.
"The soldiers are only in front of the Palace," Sophie said. "At the back there is a huge garden and there are no soldiers in there at all. There is a very high wall with spikes on it around the garden to stop people climbing it in. But you could simply walk over that."
"How is you knowing all this about the Queen's Palace?" the BFG asked.
"Before my father died," I said. "He took me, Sophie, and the other orphans on a field trip to London. We would see the palace and walk around the gardens."
"Is you helping me to find this Palace?" the BFG asked. "I has never dared to go to hide and sneaking around London in my life."
"Joanna and I will show you the way," Sophie said confidently.
"I is frightened of London," the BFG said.
"Don't be," I said. "It's full of tiny dark streets and there are very few people about in the witching hour."
The BFG picked Sophie up between one finger and a thumb and placed her gently on the palm of his other hand. He then picked me up with his finger and thumb and placed me on his palm with Sophie.
"Is the Queen's Palace very big?" he asked.
"Very huge," I said.
"Then how is we finding the right bedroom?" he asked.
"That's up to you," Sophie said. "You're supposed to be an expert at that sort of thing."
"And you two is absolutely sure the Queen will not put me in a zoo with all the cattypiddlers?"
"Of course she won't," Sophie said. "You'll be a hero. And you'll never have to eat snozzcumbers again."
We both saw the Big Guy's dark eyes widened and he licked his lips.
"You mean it?" he said. "You really mean it? No more disgustive snozzcumbers?"
"None," I said. "Even if you don't want to, humans don't grow them."
Then the plan snapped into his head, and the Big Guy hopped to his feet.
"When is you wanting me to mix this special dream?" he asked.
"Now," Sophie said. "At once."
"The sooner, the better," I said.
"When is we going to see the Queen?" he said.
"Tonight," Sophie said. "As soon as you've mixed the dream."
"Tonight?" the BFG cried. "Why such a flushbunking flurry?"
"If we can't save tonight's children," I said. "We can save tomorrow's anyway. What is more, I'm getting famished. Sophie and I haven't anything to eat for twenty-four hours."
"Then we had better get cracking," the BFG said, and he head towards his cave.
Sophie kissed him on the top of his thumb and I also kissed his thumb too.
"I knew you'd do it!" Sophie cried.
"Come on!" I exclaimed. "Let's hurry!"
As we came in the cave, we heard a tremendous stampede from outside, The BFG quickly put us in his pocket and looked out of the cave.
"What's that?" Sophie cried.
"That is all the giants zippfizzing off to another country to guzzle human beans," the Big Guy said. He hid behind the stone in his cave and looked out.
I looked through the peephole and saw the disgusting nine giants galloping off fast as wild horses.
"Where is you off to tonight?" The BFG shouted.
"We is all of us flushbunking off to England tonight!" the Fleshlumpeater bellowed. "England is a luctuous land and we is fancying a few nice little chiddlers."
"I," Maidmasher shouted. "Is knowing where there is a gigglehouse for girls and I is guzzling myself full as a frothblower!"
"And I knows where there is a bogglebox for boys!" Gizzardgulper shouted. "All I has to do is reach in and grab myself a handful! English boys is tasting extra lickswishy!"
In a few seconds, the nine galloping giants were out of sight. My gut felt disgusted by those monsters, and I felt that something awful was coming to those children.
"Well, we may not save tonight, but we can save the other children in the future," I said. "Let's get cracking on that dream!"