Junior Earplug Adventures: Plunging into Peril (Part Twenty-Six)

Hamish had already mentioned  that he’d found an advanced civilisation on a huge island that wasn’t blue, and the Captain was loathe to alert the inhabitants of it. He said as much.



“But we must have water.” Nancy reminded him. “And it is dark outside. I’m sure nobody will notice – except perhaps some night fisher-folk: and no one ever believes a word they say: they’re always drunk.”

Sinclair decided to take the risk. “Take us in low.” He instructed Betty Grumble. “We’ll suck the water up using nothing more than sheer speed and derring-do.”

Moments later…


And another moment later…


“Yeech, Captain,” a startled Bryony Lampshade yelled. “There’s an incoming flying machine on a direct intercept course. Sensors detect volatile armaments aboard!”


“Oh hell,” Hakking Chestikov bellowed from his seat beside the captain, “what a to-do. That thing looks mean and ready to kick ass. And it’s getting closer with every syllable that I utter!”


“Shoot it down, Sinclair.” Nancy squealed upon the other side of the captain’s chair. “It’s clearly a flying bomb.”

The gunners didn’t need a second bidding: whether it was the Captain giving the order, or a suggestion from his wife, it was all the same to them…


Unfortunately the craft was able to avoid the worst of the impacts, and although aflame it continued upon it’s suicidal course.

“Sod this.” Sinclair roared. “I don’t care how low the fuel is: get us the heck outta here!”

Betty Grumble reacted like a mental athlete…


…and the ship leapt upwards just a half-second from calamity.

Two chums were strolling in the hills far below. They watched as the flying bomb detonated…


“I wonder who those butt-heads were.” One said.

“Don’t know. Don’t care. They’re toast now.” The other replied.

But, of course, they weren’t. Now the K T Woo was busy describing an arc across the sky –  en route to the safety of outer space…


© Paul Trevor Nolan


About Tooty Nolan

Writer of silly tales, taker of pictures, and all round good egg
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