'You better hope I'm wearing crepe-soled shoes!' you say raising your foot. A shrill, persistent ringing can be heard across the room.

'Please don't squish us,' pleads Paolo, 'I'm too young to squish!'

Riiinnng.... Riiinnng.... Riiinnng...

'We'll tell you whatever you need to know,' says String-bean Smith, 'But first for pity's sake please pick up the 'phone!'

Will you answer the phone, or squish them?