Maisie Mae and her best friend Bethany-next-door like pink, unicorns and heart-shaped cushions. Maisie Mae’s five stinky brothers like worms, football and CHAOS! Join eight-year-old Maisie as she holds her own in a boisterous family where practical jokes are the order of the day. She might like girly things, but that doesn’t mean she’s above a prank or three – especially when it comes to twins Harry and Ollie who she has to share a room with. When Maisie’s dad inherits some money from a great-uncle everyone had forgotten about, he has brilliant news. They’re going to convert the attic into a new bedroom. Maisie and her brothers immediately start arguing over who will get it. Mum and Dad silence them – whoever behaves best in the next few weeks will get the room …With a bedroom of their own up for grabs, Maisie Mae and her brothers launch into full-on warfare to make each other look as bad as they can. Will Maisie get a NO BOY ZONE of her very own? Or will everything end in disaster?
Maisie Mae and her best friend Bethany-next-door like pink, unicorns and heart-shaped cushions. Maisie Mae’s five stinky brothers like worms, football and CHAOS! When Maisie Mae is asked to be a bridesmaid it’s a dream come true! Because weddings mean flowers and cake and, most importantly, BEAUTIFUL dresses. But things never run smoothly in Maisie’s house and disaster is followed by more DISASTER! This time, Maisie might not even be able to blame her five stinky brothers. Maisie is probably the UNLUCKIEST bridesmaid in the history of forever …Can best friend Bethany-next-door help to save the day?
Maisie’s family are heading to France for the best camping trip ever! There’ll be croissants and baguettes and …snails? But when they arrive, France feels an awful lot like England. And camping seems like an awful lot of bother. Especially when you’ve got FIVE stinky brothers who are talented in the art of being really extremely ANNOYING and your best-friend-who-is-almost-as-good-as-a-sister is in a whole other country. But then Maisie meets Mademoiselle Claudette and things start looking up. Perhaps camping might be OOH LA LA after all?