Preparation, Preparation, Preparation

Yes, preparation is underway for production of the next Earplug Adventure. New actors have been recruited…

A new mini-Tunnel Temporal (named the Tubo Di Tempo) has arrived from an era in the future to replace the old TT, which (if you recall) was creating debilitating Time Storms in the Museum of Future Technology. And the Supreme Being has been busy drawing faces on the new life-forms…

But most importantly, Magnuss has welcomed them to the studio – and Rupert Piles recorded it for posterity…

 

 

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Caught on Camera

The studio has been plagued by a mystery graffiti artist recently. So cameras were set up to catch the culprit. Doesn’t the perp look pleased with himself under night vision light…

But look what happened when the security lights came on…

Oh, Magnuss, what have you been doing?

Four Years: Thirty-One Photo-Novels: Is This a Record?

I was browsing my book covers on the iBookstore, thinking about how charming¬† they looked, when I realised that it’s exactly four years since these damned fool earplug adventures first appeared on this blog. To think it all started with two little pink earplugs and an ancient Kodak digital camera, purely as an experiment. Well now there are thirty-one volumes out there. Can’t believe it? Click on the link and see for yourself!¬†

New Release; With a Touch of the Hypothetical

Were you, by chance, to visit the iBookstore, you would discover that these two e-books have appeared there…

And were you the owner of an Apple product, upon which e-books can be easily read, I would urge you to visit. The world is full of wonders and although these books aren’t two of them, they are quite nice. And if you were to read them in public places, people might notice and begin to doubt the fullness of their lives. This, in turn, might cause them to investigate the Earplug Adventures – rendering them instant Earpluggers. How good would that be!

Junior Earplug Adventures: The Grand Tour (part 64)

Magnuss considered it a fact that when he spoke he spoke for all present and many life-forms scattered across the Galaxy…

“Well first I’d like fiscal security for the Museum of Future Technology until the end of time itself.” He said.

“You got it.” The Supreme Being replied cheerfully.

“I’d also like those slimy Air Heads kicked off Scroton and it’s people freed from subjugation.”

Again the Supreme Being didn’t hesitate…

“There you go.” He said. “They’re a bit bemused; but they’re free.”

Magnuss wasn’t finished: “I’d like the Earplugs who evolved here back where they belong. This is their planet after all.”

For a moment the Supreme Being baulked; but a look from Magnuss made him cave in: “Oh alright. Anything else?”

“Yep.” Magnuss cheered up. “It’s been a long voyage. I’d rather like it if the Chi-Z-Sox and all aboard her were transported back to Earth in no time at all.”

The Supreme Being was clearly relieved by this last demand. “You got it, baby!” He laughed. And in the next moment…

…everyone was back from whence they started the Grand Tour.

“Strike up the band.” Magnuss shouted.

Naturally the museum’s resident soul group, the Trumptations, were close at hand…

“Let’s party!” Magnuss bellowed. “Huh – get down!”

And so they did…

Mandy, Candy, Vic, and Bob even put on a spectacular celebratory farting show…

But there were a few dissenters. Those who couldn’t quite believe their luck…

Earplugs who lived in perpetual fear that good times never last. And they had good reason to feel this way. Because, far out in the depths of space, evil eyes kept watch…

“I’ll be back.” The Wonky Supreme Being promised a disinterested cosmos. “And next time I’ll be wearing a reinforced jock strap!”

The End (until next time)

© Paul Trevor Nolan 2018