"Run!" Shouted Finn, the eldest out of the trio. "It's gaining on us!" The Flying Glove soared towards them, smoke trailing behind it. Emily gave a loud gasp as she twisted her ankle but carried on running.

"I can see the submarine up ahead!" Emily yelled; and sprinted as fast as she could. Her long, messy brown hair trailed behind her as she raced to the huge stone pyramid with her older brothers. Roger, who was a year younger than Finn, suddenly gave a loud shout. "The Glove's nearly on us! Get up the pyramid QUICK!"

As if it could hear them, the gleaming yellow submarine sitting on top of the pyramid gave a shudder and a groan. A trapdoor near the base of the submarine creaked and sprang open, revealing a mechanism. A huge metal hook descended on a rope from the trapdoor until it reached ground level.

"Quickly!" Shouted Roger, realising what they had to do. "Get onto the hook!" Desperately, the trio clambered on and hung grimly to the rope. With a final clunk, the submarine towed them upwards, into the trapdoor before swinging it shut with a clang of relief.

"We're safe in here aren't we?" Enquired Emily nervously, but her older brothers were busy investigating.
"So this is what a submarine looks like..." murmured Roger, taking in the huge knobs and buttons. "How do we get it to work?"

Finn tested the periscopes and was delighted to see they were in perfect order. All the details were exactly how Old Fred had described them in his stories: there was even the clock and the calendar showing what year it was.
"Incredible!" He muttered as he peered out of the red-rimmed portholes.

Suddenly Finn spotted a dark shape on the horizon, growing larger by the second. "The Glove is coming! Get the engine started QUICK!"

"How?" Shouted Roger, alarmed "Old Fred never told us how to get the engine started!"

"Yes he did! Remember the stories!" Screamed Emily; and ran quickly over to the control panels "You press this... then... Roger! Turn that dial! Then you start this and..."

The engine let out a low whine and began to shudder. "Somebody steer!" Ordered Emily and Finn began rapidly manoeuvring the dials and levers on the panels. With a mighty groan, the submarine began to take off from the top of the pyramid.

Just as the Flying Glove caught up with them.