Junior Earplug Adventures: We Stand Accused (Part 5)


Fortunately for Throgennis Frote, the knowledge that a representative of the Galactic Court had visited the Museum of Future Technology…

…in the night, and had rucked chief curator, Cushions Smethwyke, out of bed…

…and forced her to fire up the Omnipresent Scanner, so that…

…anyone and everyone in the museum could watch the trial – eluded the already over-stretched earplug. He thought that he, and he alone of all earplugkind, knew the truth that the metaphorical storm clouds of doom were piling up beyond the horizon. Others, though, were not privy to these facts. Others like Magnuss (still in his golden form), Lucian,  and Nennigross, walked the corridors of the downed saucer in blissful ignorance…

Well not exactly ‘blissful‘: they had concerns of their own.

“We can’t stay here indefinitely.” Nennigross stated needlessly. “We must make a decision before the food and water supplies are exhausted.”

“I know. I know.” Magnuss snapped uncharacteristically. “I planned to eat all of the supplies really quickly so that I could create enough intestinal gas to lift us off this vile planet. But unfortunately the emergency supplies are deficient in sucrose, lactose, fibre, or anything that makes earplugs fart uncontrollably. In short, were stuck on the planet until the end of time!” 

“All the more reason to go exploring.” Lucian said logically enough. “Who knows what we’ll find – out there  in the darkness.”

Magnuss paused at a bulkhead between compartments – or ‘rooms’ as they are known aboard flying saucers…

He knew that he would have to overcome his fear of the dark. “Follow me.” He said.

Moments later…

…they were headed for the air lock, where the sole Scrotonite aboard ship…

…was testing the air.

“Hmmm.” He said. “Seems fine. In fact it seems almost familiar. If I could just put my finger on it. Well, anyway, I’d best make my report. Who knows, perhaps we might eventually do something other than wring our hands together with indecision and eat ourselves out of house and home.”

Well as luck would have it, Magnuss had been standing in the corridor, so together they consulted with everyone else aboard, and soon an expedition had been despatched – which included everyone aboard, because no one wanted to be left behind…

The trans-galactic prospectors led…

…and Museum abductees took the centre position….

…with Fang, the pet plugmutt, bringing up the rear.

Soon they found themselves negotiating precipitous ledges…

…that Magnuss really didn’t enjoy because he had a ‘thing‘ about heights. He didn’t mind flying in a jet pack or on a hover pad; but he couldn’t stand crumbling ledges and poorly poured pre-stressed concrete window sills.

As they paused for a tea break, Nennigross and Lucian slipped away for a kiss and cuddle. But as they rounded a rocky outcrop, a noise gained their attention…

“What is it?” Nennigross whispered into her boyfriend’s ear.

© Paul Trevor Nolan

 

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