Junior Earplug Adventures: We Stand Accused (Part 20)


Throgennis Frote sighed…

…He knew the situation was hopeless. The court had already made up its mind. Unless an earplug somewhere could do something quite remarkably fabulous, his species was doomed to instantaneous extinction. He closed his eyes and hoped that it was all a nasty dream, caused by his over-consumption of brie the evening previous, from which he would awaken and begin another frustrating day at his hover pad emporium. But, fortunately, he wasn’t entirely correct in his summation: there were a few Over-Beings capable of compassion and patience. For example, this one…

“Oh, I don’t know so much.” It said. “I think we’re jumping the gun a little here. Why, proceedings have hardly begun before you’ve already had poor Throggenis, here, hung, drawn, and quartered before breakfast. Think back to those trans-galactic prospectors: do you recall how they ran for hour upon hour on that huge treadmill – trying to provide enough power to keep their doomed saucer from crashing into the Museum of Future Technology? A saucer that we deliberately sabotaged, I might add.

Did they complain? No they didn’t: they just got on with the task. And what about that dear little Catford Greene: remember how she got lost in a shopping mall once, when she went looking for a toilet…

She didn’t scream once. I say, let’s continue: give the poor little blighters a fighting chance.”

Even more fortunate for Throggenis was the fact that the kindly being wasn’t alone…

This one said nothing overtly. Instead it opened a communication channel to the former Sheriff of Busted Gut, Captain Sinclair Brooch, aboard the K T Woo…

“Hello.” It said…

…”You don’t know me, but I’m a very powerful alien being that just happens to be a judge at the Galactic Court. I’d like to bring you up to date with the current case that we’re hearing right now. You won’t like it, but you have a right to know that before long you might cease to exist. So here’s a transmission of what’s happened so far. You can tune into the live feed after you’ve seen it.”

Well after watching recent events at the court, no one aboard the Worstworld star ship felt particularly cheerful…

“Cripes.” Sinclair yelped. “The future of the earplug species hangs upon the actions and words of a self-confessed hover board franchise their? I feel it’s my duty as an earplug to do something foolhardy and brave.”

He looked at the ship’s view screen…

And as he did so he realised that if things went badly at the Galactic Court, never again would an earplug’s eye gaze upon the wonders of the universe.For his kind only eternal darkness beckoned.

“Ada,” he said to his helmsplug, “light a fire in the atomic pile.”

Seconds later the ship’s engines burst into incandescent fury…

And seconds after that they were streaking across the gulfs of space…

“Okay,” Sinclair added nervously…

…”set a course for the location of that live feed, and hit the ‘Go Faster’ button.”

Ada Muffin gulped nervously. But, with only a nanosecond’s hesitation, she complied with her captain’s instruction like the trooper she was. And the ship jumped to hyper speed…

“Wheeeee.” Everybody on the bridge yelled in delight…

…”Look out Galactic Court: here comes the K T Woo!”

© Paul Trevor Nolan 2017

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