Junior Earplug Adventures: We Stand Accused (Part 13)


Then, without warning, or any previous experience of the phenomenon, Billious has a premonition of doom…

“Holy heck,” he yelled, “someone’s about to do something potentially disastrous!”

Little did anyone on the surface of Mars know, but deep beneath, in the ancient sunken citadel of the Martian civilisation that had been destroyed thousands of years previous by an unexpected and cataclysmic ignition of a global methane cloud following the annual World Farting Contest, the current Martian’s robotic servants were experimenting with their power generator…

Unfortunately a young apprentice, who had only recently been constructed, and whose programming hadn’t been triple-checked, accidentally turned the dial up to eleven, and something happened that didn’t tally with scientific dogma and theory, and totally failed to match their expectations…

The result was a power outage, and the cessation of the homing beacon that all the walking customers required to guide them through the storm to the museum. And the result of the result was…

…a sense of uncertainty in the minds of Kraken, Narlden, and Billious. This sense of uncertainty grew into a sense of bad-tempered grumpiness as they discovered that their other sense – that being their sense of direction – had deserted them…

“I’m feeling really fed up.” Kraken complained. “Getting lost on cold, inhospitable worlds is really boring.”

Narlden couldn’t agree more: “I couldn’t agree more.” He agreed. “In addition I would like to…ah...add that I find this episode with the homing beacon failure reprehensible on at least fifteen levels of reprehensibility.”

“I’m gonna write to my Member of Parliament.” Billious informed the others. “And, boy, am I gonna use some really strong language. Assuming that we survive this, of course.”

But, as the minutes dragged by, those inside the Future Museum of Mars…

…began to worry. The sole curator, Frisby Mumph, stood atop a watch tower with the replacement for his assistant, Badgerlilly, who was none other that former K T Woo bridge crewperson, Lilly Whitewater…

Asked why he’d chosen Lilly to replace Badgerlilly, who had elected to become a free-plunging pot holer, Frisby had replied: “Coz I like the name Lilly, and she came with her own pressure suit.”

But despite the high elevation of the tower, he couldn’t see the missing trio…

…as they struggled on even though darkness began to fall.

Far away, in the residential area of the Museum of Future Technology, viewers of night-time TV were better informed as the Galactic Court overrode normal television transmissions…

In that same court, the defendant, Throgennis Frote, fought mightily to retain his composure…

…especially as yet another accuser…

…noted that the museum had gone to…

…Red Alert.

© Paul Trevor Nolan 2017

 

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