Junior Earplug Adventures: The Masters of Scroton (Part Twenty-Five)

Standing at the edge of town, many inhabitants of Scroton Prime waited with bated breath…

…as Edni led her friends among the many pools that comprised the Great Lakes – all of which were clear and refreshing in summer, and as cold as frozen heck in the winter…

“Edni, speak to us.” Saskia pleaded. “We know you meant to destroy the X1 and kill both passengers, but I’m sure no one will hold that against you. By next week this will all have blown over. Let’s go back to the city.”

“Yeah,” Spondon tried mightily to support his friend, “that’s right. Sure, we could get our faces filled in a couple of times in between, but before long this will be old news. You could get a job waiting tables on the Plaza Del Excremento.”

But their pleas fell upon deaf ears as…

Edni waded into the water. All that either cable end could hear, when finally Edni responded to their terrified squeals of disbelief, was, “Blub, blub, blub.” And, when her breathing hole slipped beneath the surface, even that stopped.

For several seconds Sponson and Saskia stared at the invitingly cool waters.

“Ah, sod it.” Saskia blurted. “Edni always was the one with all the brains.”

Seconds later…

…they joined her. And before long…

…they appeared to have expired as they lay, inert, upon the bottom.

On the edge of town, no one spoke. They merely looked…

© Paul Trevor Nolan 2017

 

 

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Junior Earplug Adventures: The Masters of Scroton (Part Twenty-Four)

Whilst the intelligent beings that maintained the vastly advanced alien equipment beneath the surface of Scroton hurriedly reacted to the imminent danger to Edni Gilbatross – in several panic-stricken ways; back in the Museum of Future Technology…

…one of the curators – namely Bubbly Salterton…

…felt rather pleased with himself as he departed the police cells – having just locked up a drunken visitor who had insulted fellow curator, Cushions Smethwyke, by calling her a ‘toothy git’. But after a brief walk his feelings of self-satisfaction evaporated because his mind returned to the problem of making the three members of the Joyfulettes his property…

He reasoned that short of having the leader of Mister Zinc’s henchmen…

…abduct them and have them brainwashed  into loving him, Bubbly could think of only one other course of action that remained open to him: that being impressing them with his prowess. To this end he sent them a message that invited them to the fortnightly farting contest. Now he stood outside the venue, nervously practising for the event…

 

And as he did so he felt his confidence soar. As did that of Throgennis and his cousin, as they stood atop the Nul-Space generator and listened to the Ice-worlder…

…as he explained how he could patch the air-con in the cafeteria through the Nul-Space generator to create a super-cold environment that would duplicate the ice planet perfectly…

“Cool.” Said Throgennis…er…confidently – if a little clichéd.

Meanwhile, upon Scroton, confidence was definitely in short supply. Edni now led Sponson and Saskia to the Great Lakes – guilt haunting their every stride…

© Paul Trevor Nolan 2017

Junior Earplug Adventures: The Masters of Scroton (Part Twenty-Three)

“Indeed.” A voice that was familiar to all the blue blobs said. “What are we going to do something about?”

Of course the voice belonged to one of their department heads – the red polystyrene blob. In response the blue blobs explained their problem.

“You want to overrule our overseers?” The yellow blob said with incredulity clear in every syllable. “You want to cancel our desperate emergency call to our masters? You want us to solve the problem of the absent Golden One, and you want to let the Scrotonites know that he isn’t dead? Are you clinically insane? That would give our presence away. You know we have to keep our existence secret. Why, even our sewage system is cloaked in mystery. No one in the city dung reclamation plant knows that our effluent is any different to normal poo.”

He would have said more, but he was interrupted by an exaggerated clearing of a mushroom-like earplug’s throat…

Naturally the mushrooms wanted to know what the impromptu meeting was about. When they discovered the truth…

…they looked really annoyed. But, after they spent a few moments thinking about it, they thought better of lambasting their underlings and calling them names.

“Good idea.” The mushroom with the orange eyes said. “We have the technology. The bosses aren’t here. We are. Let’s take care of business ourselves!”

So the first act they committed was to review Edni’s  walk of shame…

“Oh, look at all them miserable cable ends.” The purple blob urged. “We really got to cheer them up.”

“And Edni and her chums too.” He added…

“Look, she’s made it to the edge of town. After that she’ll be headed for the great lakes. And after that she’ll find herself in the hinterlands – between the light side of Scroton, and the dark side!”

© Paul Trevor Nolan 2017

Junior Earplug Adventures: The Masters of Scroton (Part Twenty-Two)

Meanwhile, way out in interstellar space, the X1’s progress continued unabated…

…and Nigel’s obsession with the Super Massive Drive control rod continued…

“Just bloody leave it alone, you weirdo!” Magnuss bellowed at him. “Touch that control rod again and I’ll touch you – right on the end of your super massive nose – with my fist!”

“I’m sorry, Magnuss.” Nigel said in his defense, “But this vessel is so tiny. I’m a big city kind of cable end: this place is making me stir crazy.”

Magnuss understood only too well. He also suffered from a degree of claustrophobia aboard ship. “Yeah,” he replied, “I wish I hadn’t suggested that we reduce the size of Ship Number Fifteen by a huge seventy-five percent. Fifty would have done fine.”

But it wasn’t only Magnuss and Nigel who were suffering from psychological problems at that precise moment: Edni Gilbatross wasn’t doing particularly well either. In fact she and Sponson and Saskia were being quietly run out of town, and they weren’t enjoying the experience…

Thousands of cable ends – of every hue and social position – had come to see them on their way. Some of them stood in stoic silence…

Whilst others threw insults of the most cutting kind. This forced the less apathetic Sponson and Saskia to remonstrate with them…

“We didn’t plan to do this – you bunch of big-jobs.” Sponson yelled at them.

“That’s right.” A supportive Saskia added. “We were just regular desert dwellers. If we hadn’t been so persecuted by your security forces, this would never have happened. So really it’s your fault – you load of ugly gits!” 

Then both had to run to catch up with Edni as she trudged onwards in silence…

…though Saskia did pause long enough to hurl a few insults back at their unwanted audience.

And in the underground lair, the polystyrene blobs were somewhat less than happy too…

“I don’t like the idea of bringing our masters in to deal with this.” The large blob opined openly.

“Yeah, too right.” Others replied.

“So what are gonna do about it?” Yet others asked.

© Paul Trevor Nolan 2017