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


Elsewhere in the museum, Throgennis had taken his cousin to see the Future Medieval Castle exhibit…

…which bordered a pleasant boating lake, upon which they took a ride…

Unfortunately Cuckoo was yet to recover from her altitude sickness. Now it manifested itself as motion sickness.

“Throgennis.” She gasped between heaves. “Hit the ‘go’ button. Make for the shore. Quickly – unless you want vast quantities of vomit down the back of your neck!”

Needless to say, Throgennis acquiesced to Cuckoo’s reasonable request…

So, to take her mind off the subject of her recalcitrant balance mechanism, Thogennis took Cuckoo to see the much-vaunted Cone of Invisibility…

Whilst he regarded the device with something resembling adoration, Cuckoo wasn’t impressed at all.

“What a load of rubbish.” She said – or words to that effect. But when Throgennis stepped into its effective radius…

…she was forced to admit that some exhibits were worth the entry fee.

So, whilst a small red earplug was easily impressed in one location, in another location completely, a small golden cable end wasn’t…

“I’m most unimpressed with my tech-guys.” Nigel complained. “They’ve had all morning, and they still haven’t brought me a blueprint for an interstellar craft.”

“I’ve been thinking about that.” Magnuss replied. “You remember that flying saucer that I arrived on Scroton in?”

It was a rhetorical question. Of course Nigel remembered: he was the Golden Cable End: he remembered everything.”

“Yes?” He said in an inquiring tone.

“Well,” Magnuss continued, “whilst I was aboard I rummaged through the glove box. I found the user’s manual. I took it for reading later. Would you like me to give it to your tech-guys?”

Three hours later…

…Magnuss found himself piloting the prototype saucer as he launched skyward on a column of invisible power. And, as he climbed to greater altitude, and the vessel altered its configuration, he wasn’t sure that he was really enjoying himself…

“Gosh,” he said, “these tech-guys sure are good. But I wouldn’t want to test the ship’s air tightness – if that’s a real word – by ascending out of the atmosphere.”

© Paul Trevor Nolan 2017

 

 

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