Junior Earplug Adventures: Those Magnificent Earplugs (Part 13)


It was with great relief that Erroneous and Hellfire descended to slightly more hospitable climes…

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And before long the temperature had increased to luke-warm…

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“Phew,” an exhausted Hellfire said, “it’s so much warmer here that I might have to remove my eider down underpants!”

“Shut up.” Erroneous responded. “There’s something up ahead.”

And indeed there was…

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“It’s a massively over-engineered go-kart park.” Hellfire whispered. “I wonder what other wonders they have in this mysterious city in the shadow of the mountain.”

Erroneous couldn’t care less. “I’m outta practise.” He said. “I gotta steal something. I need to break into to somewhere. Know what I mean? It’s what I do. I’m a burglar, for flip’s sake!”

So turning away from the fortified architecture of the go-kart park, they discovered…

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“Wow,” Erroneous gushed uncharacteristically. “I think we must have died and gone to Earplug Heaven. Quick, let’s go look-see.”

A few minutes later…

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…the stumbled upon a group of shady-looking characters who appeared to be preparing for a bout of dubious practises.

“Burglars.” Erroneous said sotto voce. “I’d recognise them anywhere – even if they had no clothes on – which, fortunately, they do. Let’s follow them.”

So, a short while later…

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…the two former prisoners watched as the local Neighborhood Watch kept several eyes open in Plop street.  So they followed the burglars into…

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…another street, where two burglars had to pretend to be banana sales-plugs when a police officer happened by.

Keeping to the shadows, Erroneous and Hellfire…

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…studied the techniques of the local burglars. And what they saw…

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…didn’t impress them at all.

“What a load of rubbish.” Erroneous hissed as two burglars made a direct assault upon someone’s front door. “They need a good slapping, they do.”

Fortunately two climbing burglars…

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…gave them hope that not everyone in town was an incompetent oaf with the brains of a watermelon. But the sight of yet another patrolling police plug…

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…made them uneasy. Soon their knees began knocking and their teeth were chattering like a drunken flamenco dancer with broken castanets. They simply couldn’t afford to be caught, tried, and sent back to prison. They had tasted freedom, and their souls could not stand another second of incarceration.

“Oh bum!” Hellfire said into the darkness.

© Paul Trevor Nolan

 

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