Junior Earplug Adventures: Those Magnificent Earplugs (Part 21)


Because Transfer Conduit Station Seven and Lemon Stone are (as the crow flies) relatively in the same ball park, so-to-speak, it didn’t take overly long for the balloon to traverse the divide between them. Unfortunately the vile weather that had trapped Buttox, Bolah, and Zak inside the duplicate museum – and through which Spodney, Fledgling, Crudlove, and Fulham had been force to struggle – remained…

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“I can feel parts of me beginning to contract.” Chester said as the twins battled through sub-zero temperatures.

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“If the Supreme Being had intended that Earplugs should live in cold regions,” Miles replied, “he would have given us dense hairy bits that could extend over our entire bodies whenever we required its protection.”

And he truly believed that – especially when they reached a windy plateau…

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But worse was to happen…

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“Guess what.” Miles groaned.

Chester didn’t need to guess: he knew with an utter certainty:

“Your enlarged prostate gland is playing up?”

“Yup.” Miles said miserably. “Can you find me a tree to hide behind?”

Chester looked around…

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“Nope.” He replied. “But there might be a public lavatory over this next ridge.”

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But, of course, there wasn’t. But that  fact was overlooked, because they discovered something that pleased them enormously…

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It was something that took their minds back to an earlier time in their great adventure in the Museum of Future Technology…

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To the time when they stood together atop the Nul-space generator. And this was because they recognised their current location…

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…as being the huge roof-top extraction grille. Inevitably this led their gaze elsewhere…

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…and, with Miles’ problem temporarily forgotten, they broke into a joyful run…

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…pausing only long enough to congratulate each other on a job well done…

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 They had found a museum out-building above the level of the ice. They were as good as home and dry!

© Paul Trevor Nolan 

 

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