"Mum," I yelled. "Sybil the Goliath birdeater spider is no longer in my room."

Somebody has stolen Dougal's tarantula, Sybil (named after his sister - they both have very hairy legs), and she is being held to ransom. Dougal must fulfil the kidnapper's demands before poor Sybil is tortured - one leg at a time.

Praise for I'm Dougal Trump . . . And It's Not My Fault!:

'Laugh-out-loud funny . . . a really enjoyable read' - TheBookbag.co.uk

'Bought this for my 8-year-old son, who generally avoids books like the plague. He loved it' - Waterstones.com Customer Reviews

'I found it very, VERY funny' - Archie, aged 11