Junior Earplug Adventures: Natural Selection (Part 10)


With such brilliant leadership, the seven followers of Brock Putrid soon found themselves upon the residential levels. Aware that they might be seen as strange aliens, due in no small part to their silver outfits and, because they’d been cooped up inside a wrecked space ship beneath a radioactive crater, the hideous stench given off by their bodies, they decided to keep close to any available shadow or cover…

By sheer chance their passing was noted by Nennigross Numbwinkle, who, along with Catford Greene and the Morecrisp brothers, was walking Fang towards home…

It was Fang’s low, throaty growl that alerted the young earplugs to the possibility that not all was well with the eight strangers who slipped through the habitation area in near silence.

“I don’t like the look of them.” Lucian informed the others.

“Me too.” Nennigross agreed with her boyfriend. “Let’s follow them and see what they’re up to.”

“Good idea.” Catford whispered. “They might be inter-galactic spies or something.”

“How exciting.” Julian squealed. “We could foil their dastardly plan!”

As a result of this brief conversation, Nennigross  was left with no alternative but to done her Private Investigator’s hat, and (due to legal requirements) pass a hat to each of the others – including Fang…

And, with only a slightly audible gulp, she led them in stealthy pursuit of the mysterious prospectors…

They followed them to the (randomly chosen) battle tank proving ground, where they startled Big Purp and his smaller purple buddy, Sniddy, so badly that they hid in an alcove…

Then they confused their shadows by stopping by a diner…

…and showing more than a passing interest in the Future Alps exhibit…

…which they investigated with great thoroughness…

…because they didn’t understand that they were inside a museum, and considered the possibility that they might have passed through a temporal portal and travelled into the distant past. But when they discovered that the frozen remains of a primitive life form that had apparently become locked inside the ice millions of years previous was made of plastic and papier mache…

…the truth dawned upon them.

“Oh well,” Buddy Napalm said with a sigh, “at least we’re not lost in time.”

“No,” Wilhem grumbled, “only in space. So we must seek a means to return to our natural medium. We must leave this place – by any means possible!”

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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