Junior Earplug Adventures: Natural Selection (Part 18)


But the Supreme Being could say no more. He’d annoyed himself into speechlessness. In fact all he could do to express himself further was to blow phosphorescent bubbles out of his nose and poke out his tongue in a very petulant manner…

…which left Nennigross and Lucian feeling so insulted that they too were unable to respond in any meaningful way.

Meanwhile, light years distant, Frisby Mumph was investigating an interesting rock formation upon Mars. He didn’t hear his robotic assistant, Tangerine, approach from behind…

Clearing its cybernetic throat, Tangerine said:

“Eh-hem, Mister Mumph, but there’s a call for you on the futuristic communicator.”

Frisby turned to regard his assistant servo-mechanism. “How many times have I told you to call me Frisby?” He spoke gently, as though to a child. “Mister Mumph is so formal. This communication to which you refer: is it from Earth?”

“No…er…Frisby.” Tangerine forced out the final word. “It originates from the old Martian citadel beneath the surface. It’s the Muffins who need to speak with you. They say it’s urgent.”

“The Muffins?” Frisby blurted as his jaw dropped. “But the Martians, who have spent the last few hundreds of thousands of years in suspended animation, before we Earth earplugs roused them when we came to Mars and began poking around, and who refer to themselves as Muffins, never call me: they hate using the telephone!”

“Well they have this time.” Tangerine snapped. “And they said that it’s of Mars-shattering importance. Vamos. We go. Ahora!”

Moments later Frisby was racing towards his terraforming machine, with which (in his many years of hardship and struggle upon Mars) he had already transformed a small portion of the Martian landscape into something vaguely resembling a habitable planet…

“Oh God.” He exclaimed loudly, “Which of the many pockets on my ageing pressure suit contains the ignition key?”

He was still searching his body as he leapt into the sole driver’s seat…

“I really hate being rushed.” He complained as Tangerine came alongside. “It get’s me all hot and bothered. And when I get hot and bothered, all I can think about is the toilet!”

But within seconds the turbines wailed into life, and Frisby hit the gas pedal with all his might…

Then, after thrashing across the plain for twenty minutes at break-neck speed, the Future Museum of Mars hove into view…

…Tangerine pulled ahead so that it could open the door and warm up the Comms Room in preparation for Frisby’s arrival…

…just in time for Frisby to race into the Terraformer Bay Access Tube…

…from whence he ran like an Olympic Earplugger into the Comms Room…

…and activated the futuristic communication panel…

Naturally Tangerine watched and listened over his shoulder…

And what they both heard astonished them.

To be continued…

© Paul Trevor Nolan 2017

 

 

 

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