Think your typing mistakes are all your fault?

Think again!

Dot and her gang were on the hunt for the Grimbles - the crafty little creatures who make you type the wrong word in your compiter. COMPUTER! Sorry. Go away Grimbles!

They'd already helped Elinor e-mail the pigeon, who'd got lost thanks to the Grimbles... now they needed to fix up Sid the Shopper, an Internet shopping delivery trolley who'd been filled up with the wrong order. But who was the Right Honourable H.D. Spellchecker?

"Ah - you just gotta wait a few more moments and you'll see" grinned Mr Mouse as they sped down the Super Highway, perched on Sid the Shopper. "If we don't have to help out anyone else on the way, that is!"

Another long sad sigh came from Sid. "I know, I'm sorry... I didn't mean to put you all to such trouble... "

Dot gave Mr Mouse a poke in the ribs. "Now look what you've done" she said. "You've hurt his feelings!"

"Ah, whatever" said the sassy little mouse. "No hard feelings huh Sid? Anyway - here we are! Down we go Sid my friend!"

With a banking turn, Sid and the Dot com crew glided down onto the Internet plain again. In front of them - lit up by the giant light show of the Net, flickering blues and greens and reds chasing each other in wonderful cloud-shapes across the cyber-sky - was a very strange sight.

It was a huge doorway with two huge doors, standing out on its own in the middle of the plain. Close by was a little village of router boxes, which were humming and chattering away to each other in their usual friendly fashion.

But these weren't any old doors - these were framed in what looked like blue steel, edged with extraordinary patterns in silver and gold. The designs on the frames reminded Dot a bit of the time she'd gone with her school to the British Museum in London - and saw the fantastic paintings from the Egyptian pyramids there.

Only, these weren't strange God-Kings, or sacred cats and dogs, or beautiful women with heavily-made up eyes dressed in gorgeous court gowns - these were cyber-symbols: all the bizarre signs you sometimes see on your computer screen (especially when you have to get your Dad out of a fix after he's pressed the wrong keys in the wrong way and got lost!)

As the gold and silver patterns chased each other round the door frames, the doors themselves were constantly flickering and changing too... with words! As Dot, Sid and the crew watched, they saw that the doors were like screens showing hundreds and hundreds of spellings!

Every word you've ever got stuck with in a spelling test seemed to come and go, and thousands more too, flickering across the screens, up, down, sideways, zooming back and vanishing, coming forward so they nearly filled the screen and then as quickly fading away again. After Dot had counted up to eighty on just one of the screens in just one minute, she gave up.

Mr Mouse hopped down off Sid's handlebar. "So - whaddya think, huh?" he said, swaggering round in front of them all to stand there in his usual way, hands on hips and head thrown back to enjoy their amazement.

"Where are we?" asked Wizzie in a worried voice, half hiding behind Dot and Sid. Words weren't his thing.

Mr Mouse had just opened his mouth to reply - when suddenly the two doors swung open, and a friendly (and very posh) voice boomed out across the cyber-landscape.

"Welcome! Welcome to Wordspring Hall!"