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


Chronologically almost an Earth week had passed since Nigel had made his statement to Magnuss, and during this time Throgennis Frote…

– he who had represented all of Earplugkind at the Galactic Court – had been returned to the Museum of Future Technology – a changed earplug. Full of remorse for having defrauded his uncle – Mister Stovepipe-Hat – out of his hover pad rental emporium, he spent that Earth week putting things to rights. So, whilst the engineers of Scroton laboured upon the construction of a locally made flying saucer, Throgennis invited his uncle to join him outside a recently leased retail outlet. Distrustful of his vile nephew, Mister Stovepipe-Hat brought along Police Constable Salisbury Wilts as a witness and potential strong-arm…

Throgennis was concerned when he discovered that his uncle had fallen upon hard times, and had been forced to sell his famous hat in order to purchase a loaf of bread, a two hundred and fifty gramme pat of butter, a small jar of marmalade, and a wi-fi sound bar for his fifty-five inch 3D television. But he wasn’t particularly surprised, and within nanoseconds he’d whipped out a replacement hat from his picnic hamper and placed it upon Mister Stovepipe-Hat’s head…

…which didn’t impress the former hover pad rental expert in the least, and left P C Salisbury Wilts grimacing as badly as ever. But this reaction didn’t phase Throgennis one bit. No; he hadn’t invited his uncle to a new retail outlet merely to give him a hat: so he clapped his hands twice, and in the space of a few heartbeats a crew of hired hands delivered…

…a whole bunch of the latest hover bowls – in multifarious hues and all based upon the design perfected by Professor Hydious Gout. Naturally Mister Stovepipe-Hat was thrilled. So thrilled, in fact, that he cast aside his sunglasses for the first time since he’d attained adulthood and smiled broadly. And the police constable was quite pleased too. In fact he was so pleased that he used his police radio to summon the Museum’s TV reporter, Rupert Piles, to record the occasion for public broadcast on the six o’clock news…

And Throgennis was happy to avoid hogging the limelight by inviting his hired hands to share his uncle’s moment of joy as he realised that not only did he have his business back, but now he had some decent kit to hire out…

Meanwhile, upon distant Scroton…

…the three missing desert-dwellers, Edni Gilbatross, Sponson Croupe, and Saskia Mudhatch…

…continued to wander the bowels of the planet. Then, whilst in a state of dehydration and increasing boredom, Saskia noticed a hole on the rock face.

“Cripes,” she cried out in a dull voice, “something vaguely interesting. Let’s check it out.”

So, moments after squeezing through the hole, the threesome found themselves in…

“Holy cow.” Edni erupted. “This cavern is clearly artificial! And it’s clearly older than our civilisation too. How can this be?”

© Paul Trevor Nolan 2017

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