Junior Earplug Adventures: Natural Selection (Part 9)


Unbeknownst to the eight alien prospectors, the icy desert soon gave way to the immensity of the Woven Expanse – not that they could see it of course – what with all the ice and stuff covering it. But then a fortunate happenstance occurred that was to alter the course of history: they chanced upon a rare maintenance elevator shaft entrance cupola…

“Holy heck,” Wilhelm von Schnottgobbling exclaimed loudly, “if I didn’t know better I’d say that looks like a maintenance elevator  shaft entrance cupola!”

Ever practical, Brock Putrid stated the obvious: “Let’s use it to get out of this torturous cold.”

Moments later they piled in, but after traveling a mere single storey downwards, they were forced to use an icy ramp. Naturally Brock led the way…

And when he failed to fall to his death, the others followed…

They had expected to discover a maintenance conduit that would carry them to some far away place. What they found was…

…a convoluted cave system that contained a subterranean civilisation that comprised a bunch of really ugly sods…

Some of them sporting severely ghastly hair cuts…

So, naturally, the eight of them scampered away with alacrity…

…and found themselves in…

…a vast, long-abandoned roller skate park.

“Is it just me who feels more than a tad claustrophobic beneath these heavy concrete ceilings?” Buddy Napalm inquired…

…as he noticed an exit sign, and prayed that the way out to which it referred still existed.

“Without the open sky above us, all my people feel claustrophobic.” The being that originated upon Scroton, but who had been abducted prior to Magnuss Earplug’s naming of that distant world, so didn’t know that it was called Scroton, and (because he was still angry about being abducted when he’d accidentally stumbled upon the prospectors as they made exploratory drill holes in his planet’s crust) who still refused to reveal his name, replied. “So the answer must be no.”

This was the news Brock Putrid was waiting for. “Cripes.” He yelped. “Let’s get outta here!”

Using his experienced nose, with which he could often ‘smell‘ precious metals and other stuff under the ground, Brock urged the group down seemingly endless corridors and subterranean alleyways…

To be continued…

© Paul Trevor Nolan

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