Junior Earplug Adventures: The Grand Tour (Part Ten)


Well, Marnus Stenchnee’s terms were unequivocal. He wanted nothing less than the keys to the kingdom. Or, to put it another way; he wanted to be the ‘big cheese’; the ‘head honcho’; the earplug who made all the big decisions. He wanted to be the sole ruler of the Ice Planet. So, in a solemn ceremony, Marnus Pongfinger handed over the metaphorical crown to his older brother…

Naturally, in the time-honoured way of earplugs, it was necessary to call in two independent witnesses, to…er...witness…the shift in power from one brother to the other. In this case it was a pair of radio technicians, who just happened to be passing en route to a cathode ray memorial convention, who were hauled in to oversee the affair. Their names were Trubbol Attmil and Trubbil Dounpitt, and they were cousins. Although disinterested in politics, both Trubbol and Trubbil were disgusted by Marnus Stenchnee’s accension to the crown…

…and felt that they must do something to counteract it. So, after the royal party had departed – to do ‘who-knows-what’ elsewhere – the extended family members quickly came to a decision…

“We’re radio technicians.” Trubbol whispered, lest someone hear her words and have her arrested in an instant. “We must use our great talent with dials and gauges and aerials, to call for extraterrestrial help.”

“You what?” Trubbil responded intelligently. “You mean we gotta miss the cathode ray memorial convention? I was really looking forward to that too!”

But Trubbol wasn’t really listening. “I’ll go looking for some seriously huge radio equipment up this steep ramp.” She said. “You look somewhere else.”

So, moments later, the cousins parted…

As Trubbol clambered up the aforementioned ramp, Trubbil took a very claustrophobic elevator…

…and began a descent to the lower levels of the palace – pausing upon every floor to peer out through roughly hewn windows…

…before continuing his journey…

…to the very bottom…

…where he exited the elevator, and made straight for the only subterranean door in sight…

…at which he knocked politely, before allowing himself to enter, despite the lack of reply…

And what he saw astonished him.

© Paul Trevor Nolan 2018

 

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