"COR!" gasped Billy Bunter, his eyes gleaming greedily. "I must be dreaming!" He stared again at the notice in the baker's shop window. “GRAND PIE-EATING CONTEST," it read." TEN POUNDS FIRST PRIZE FOR THE LADY OR GENTLEMAN EATING THE GREATEST NUMBER OF OUR SUPER HOME-BAKED PORK PIES. TONIGHT! ALL WELCOME! ENTRY FREE!"," I bet it's some rotten twist," thought Bunter." They'd be barmy to let anyone go in there and scoff all their' pies for nothing. I bet it's against the law to put up notices like that when they don't mean it!” The Fat Owl of Greyfriars School pushed open the shop door and hurried inside. “Good morning, What can I get for you, sir?" asked the assistant. “Cakes? Bread? Rolls?"." I wanna free pie," said Billy. “I wanna enter that pie-eating contest. Better give me half a dozen pies. I'm a bit peckish!" The assistant frowned. “The contest isn't until seven o'clock tonight, sir," he said. "No free pies until then."" Yaaaah! I knew there was a catch in it!" snorted Bunter. " You just put up that notice to get people to come into your rotten shop!"" It's no trick, young man!" retorted the shop assistant. " You come back at seven o'clock and you'll be given all the pies you can eat!"" Free?" “Yes, free," said the assistant. “Now, if 1 can't serve you with anything, will you kindly leave the shop?". “Free pies. As many as I can eat!" thought Bunter, waddling out. “And ten quid if I eat more than anyone else! Cor, it's a dead cert and I could buy some decent grub with the winnings. Like cream buns and doughnuts and things!” He returned to Greyfriars School with a blissful smile on his fat face .There ought to be more contests like that," he thought. They ought to have pie-eating competitions every day! They ought to have a pie-eating contest in the Olympic Games. I could be World Champion. I'd be famous! Tee, hee!" A hard hand clamped down suddenly on Billy Bunter's shoulder .What are you doing out here, wretched youth?" grated Mr. Quelch. You should be in class!" Who me? Oh, lord. I m-mean .I'm n-not doing anything," stuttered Bunter. I was eating pies in the Olympic Games. I mean. That is. All these free pies, sir. " Stop rambling, boy!" thundered Mr. Quelch. Olympic Games. Free pies. What nonsense is this ?" He suddenly peered closely at Bunter .You're not feeling ill, are you?" Cor, no fear, Quelchy .ER I mean, Mr. Quelch, sir," gurgled Bunter. Right as ninepence ,except I'm feeling a bit hungry, sir. I couldn't go to the dining room and get something, could I ?" No, you couldn't," rasped the schoolmaster .But you'll get something if you stay here babbling a lot of rubbish! Go to your classroom at once! I'll be there shortly to take the geography lesson." Rotter!" muttered Bunter, waddling away. You wait till I win the pie-eating contest and get that ten quid. I'll make jolly sure you don't get any of it. or anyone else for that matter. rotters !" The heavyweight chump found a piece of stale toffee in the inner recesses of his blazer pocket and munched it slowly as he entered the classroom. Geography !" he thought, squeezing himself into a desk at the back. Who wants to know about a lot of daft places on the other side of the world ? All they eat out there is dried seaweed and bamboo shoots, beastly stuff! I think I'll have a snooze. Build up my strength for the contest !