Junior Earplug Adventures: Natural Selection (Part 5)


Well, back in the distant Museum of Future Technology, dawn was fast approaching, and the warmth of the morning sun shone gently upon the flanks of that wonderful institution…

…in which one of the arboretum’s junior gardeners…

…had the distinct sensation that he’d miscalculated the compost mix-ratio for the new geranium bed. This was confirmed when…

…he began sinking into it.

“Help!” He squeaked nervously. “I’ve created an instantaneous quicksand!”

Fortunately two of the museum’s power workers – former female weightlifters, Catford Greene and Nennigross Numbwinkle…

…heard his pathetic plaintive plea, and quickly informed the security suite, from whence an over-sized RoboSecGua was despatched to the gardener’s aid…

…which, because of its massive weight, had to be dismantled, and carried to the arboretum in a fleet of captured Hyper-Space Pirate saucers…

Shortly after having put through the call, it was time for Catford and Nennigross to be relieved…

“Hey,” Nennigross said cheerfully as Catford took her final readings for the day, “what do you think about this idea I have?”

“What idea is that?” Nennigross’s chum inquired without averting her studious gaze from the read-outs.

“We could pick up our boyfriends, and then we could all spend the afternoon at Anton Twerp’s latest art exhibition.”

Catford considered this for a moment. The image of the museum’s most reviled artist sprang into her mind…

“He’s a bit scary.” She replied in a concerned tone. “He does some really seriously weird stuff. We might get our minds blown.”

Naturally Nennigross scoffed. “But we’ll have our big tough hairdressing boyfriends to protect us.” She reminded the fellow power worker with muscular shoulders and thunderous thighs.”

“Well, okay.” Catford half-agreed. “We’ll ask them if they want to go.”

At that particular moment the former weightlifter’s boyfriends, brothers Lucian and Julian Morecrisp, were out and about in the residential area of the museum with their pet plugmutt, Fang…

“Oh, Jules,” the bright-eyed Lucian cried out in joy, “I do so love taking Fang for walkies in this particular part of the residential area: the architecture here is utterly divine!”

“It’s not bad, is it?” Julian agreed. “And when Fang does his plops, we can simply use our sandals to shove them into the nearest drain, and walk away as though nothing untoward has happened. Perfect.”

They were just passing a hoarding advertising the Anton Twerp exhibit…

…when they were unexpectedly accosted by Catford and Nennigross.

“Boys.” Nennigross squealed with ill-disguised delight. “We’re going to see the Anton Twerp exhibition: you wanna come too?”

Neither Julian or Lucian were overly keen. They thought long and hard upon the subject. Like Catford before them, strange images formed in their imaginations…

…of out-of-towners who had been gaily exploring the Ford Balderdash exhibit, who, without notice (or permission), had been whisked away to the art exhibit, where the museum’s Avatar…

…had greeted them, and then showed them a lousy picture of a frosty tree…

…whilst others stood about in amazement…

…as others regarded paintings of one-eyed earplug travesties…

“Yeah, okay.” Lucian replied.

Moments later, the four earplugs and their plugmutt, were on their way…

To be continued…

© Paul Trevor Nolan 

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