There is a veritable chorus of "Yes sirs" and a lot of nodding from the boys.

"Well then," Annabelle says dryly. "Off with you, you rascals." Most of the boys scatter, but Tommy hangs back a moment, with a faintly hopeful expression.

Annabelle sighs. "Yes, the next one has dinosaurs in it. Assuming that mad Englishman keeps to his usual schedule."

Tommy beams his thanks and races off after the others.