The Time Tamperer (part 7)

Meanwhile visitors continued to arrive at the door of the Museum of Future Technology…

In this particular case the hover taxi-sled contained four dissatisfied youngsters. Young earplugs who wanted to become very important with a high opinion of themselves. Young earplugs who would like to see themselves resplendent in military uniform. But as they reached the door and spotted the artificially beaming smile of the Robot Ticket Collector…

…the sole female – Pixie Taylor – began to have second thoughts. But her boyfriend – the golden-eyed Jeremy Farton – dragged her back with the warning: “If you don’t become a member of T.W.I.T, I’ll stop going out with you.”

So, before long, they had passed all of the Robot Ticket Collector’s tests and were now traversing the first few metres of the museum beyond the foyer…

“Yuk.” Pixie spat. “I hate the décor. Pink is so feminine. I think it should be more butch. Maybe purple or black. Purple and black would do it for me.”

They then paused as a loud-speaker announcement…er…announced that any would-be recruits for the museum’s military task force should ask the way to the T.W.I.T HQ, Swottan Hetty, from a Robot Guide. But after ten minutes looking for one, the foursome had to make do with a RoboSecGua…

The green-haired Chickweed Gubbins stood back whilst Neville Scroat made the necessary inquiries.

“What?” The RoboSecGua verbally exploded. “You wanna join T.W.I.T? Are you crazy or something? Have you seen their track record? They lost most of their troop…

…when, due to cut-backs and the threat of dismissal, they mutinied…

…and ran away. They set up business as café owners in the mountain citadel of Lemon Stone…

“Great.” Jeremy responded. “They’ll be desperate to take us. Chum’s, we’re as good as in the army. You, RoboSecGua: show us the way. Muy rápido, por favor!”

© Paul Trevor Nolan 2018

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The Time Tamperer (Part 5)

The Robot Ticket Collector had a good memory for faces: the beige beauty’s seemed familiar. “Who are you?” It inquired. “Where have I seen you before?”

The new arrival was surprised by this. “Um,” She faltered as she begun her reply. “I’m, um, Mincey Muir.”

“Uh-huh.” The Robot Ticket Collector responded. “Faces I’m great with: names give me a little trouble.”

“Mincey Muir.” Mincey said, as though those three syllables explained everything. Then realising that, if she didn’t add some more information, the Robot Ticket Collector’s fixed grin would remain immobile until the end of time. “I’m an actress. I appeared in the TV movies, ‘What Becomes of the Broken Winded?‘ and ‘The Streets of Kilimanjaro’.” 

“I’m a servomechanism.” The Robot Ticket Collector replied. “I don’t watch television. So why do I think I know you?”

Mincey took a deep breath. “Because,” she whispered, “my father is Sir Dodger Muir, and I take after him for looks.”

“Sir Dodger Muir?” The erstwhile quiescent RoboSecGua exclaimed as it raced to join the conversation…

“”He’s a wonderful actor. Well he used to be – before he retired from the silver screen. Such mobile eyebrows. Well one of them anyway. I loved him in ‘Dark Bile in Chunderford’ and ‘The Bewildering Duvet’. Why, only the other night, they ran a re-run of ‘Hunt for the Skidmark’ on late-night TV! And you’re his offspring? Why, that’s wonderful!”

“Great.” Mincey replied. “And now he’s a curator here. I’ve come to visit him. But…ah…I don’t have an entry ticket. I don’t have the money to buy one either: my latest show got cancelled after the pilot failed. As the Executive Producer I lost my shirt on it.”

“No probs.” The RoboSecGua instantly overruled the inevitable negative response of the Robot Ticket Collector. “I will personally vouch for you.”

Moments later Mincey found herself hurrying behind the RoboSecGua as it raced from the foyer…

 

“Hurry.” It said. “We have to catch up with the first party to arrive. They have several minutes lead over you.”

Meanwhile, slightly further ahead of Mincey Muir…

…the three mysterious and secretive users of the Cone of Invisibility had dispensed with the sneaky device.

“That’s better.” The yellow-eyed earplug, who was known to the others by the name of Wigo Rong, said. “I find those things such an encumbrance.”

“Yeah,” the orange-eyed Brengun Rooney replied, “we have to stand so close together inside it. It gives me hypothermia.”

“You mean claustrophobia.” The third mystery earplug, Caleb Rotter, grumbled. “Now let’s get on with our mission to discover why the Museum of Future Technology get’s thousands more paying customers than our own.”

“Yeah,” Brengun nodded. “What makes this place so much more attractive to earplugs than the Museum of Abrasive Materials?”

Meanwhile the first to arrive had discovered the thrill of using the Up ramps…

…and screamed with delight as they raced down the Down ramps…

And it was as they raced up and down like a bunch of loonies that an exhausted Mincey Muir finally caught up with them…

“Jeepers,” She gasped as they rushed by, “don’t you guys ever slow down?”

© Paul Trevor Nolan 2018

The Time Tamperer (part 4)

Although all personal details of the museum’s visitors were supposed to remain secret, the Robot Ticket Collector quickly decreed that it could share information with another servo-mechanism, without breaching company rules and etiquette.

“Well,” it replied, “some of them are rather keen to visit the ancient Mars exhibit. You know, the one that’s based on the subterranean village that was discovered by Magnuss Earplug and Yabu Suchs before the planet was transformed into an Earth-like idyll…”

“Boring.” The Robot Guide responded. “Give me another example.”

“Well, ” the Robot Ticket Collector started again, “one of them wanted to see the exhibit that represents a future Earth when the Sun goes all dark and purple…”

“Also boring.” The RoboSecGua, which had stood quiescent previously, stated. “Why don’t you relate a more personal hope? Something more…’earpluggy’?”

“Fine.” The Robot Ticket Collector snapped, despite its permanent smile. “A couple wanted to feel the radioactive rays of some Amber Shards…

You know; the stuff that powers the museum’s defence fighters…

And…” it continued unexpectedly, “there was a guy who really wanted to see the dancing girls that travelled from the Museum of Future Technology in an alternate dimension…”

“Who wouldn’t?” The Robot Guide sniggered. “Gorgeous, every one of ’em. Even the choreographer. Anything else?”

“One idiot wanted to witness a Time Storm.” The Robot Ticket Collector confided.

“Sap.” The RoboSecGua grunted electronically. “Obviously suicidal. I hope you barred it.”

“And there was the bunch of twisted wallies who came here to see the latest art work of the museum’s most reviled artist, Anton Twerp – displayed by a pair of hired beach-belles.” The Robot Ticket Collector added unbidden…

“By Twerp’s standards, it’s pretty good actually. “

It would have said more, but at that precise moment another visitor arrived…

…upon her levitating street cycle.

“Hi.” The beige beauty called from the saddle. “Are you open yet?”

© Paul Trevor Nolan 2018

 

The Time Tamperer (Part 3)

Upon the other side of the pool, Chester was growing bored with laying upon his back and taking in the local ambience. He decided that he would test a hypothesis. Several times during the past couple of years, envious earplugs had approached him and said things like: “You Earplug Brothers; you think you’re so special. You’re just a big, stuck-up jerk: I bet you think you could walk on water.” Clearly these statements were an affront to a hero of the museum, but now, whilst he was relaxing far from the great edifice, this was the time to give the preposterous suggestion a try. Naturally he knew that he lacked a talent for anti-gravity levitation, so he decided to try something else. To this end he stood up and gulped in several huge gob-fulls of moist pool-side air…

Anticipating what was about to happen, the Pong sisters made straight for the side of the pool.

“Quick,” Wah-Hey snapped at Rudi and Valentine, “get us out of here. Hell is about to be unleashed.”

If hell was, indeed, unleashed, it wasn’t very noticeable above the water’s surface, as Chester levitated across the pool…

…by blowing air out of his bottom at a huge rate of knots.

“Wow,” Agnes Lovehandles exclaimed. “will ya look at that! And barely a bubble breaking the surface too! Cool.”

Of course beneath the surface of the water it was becoming increasingly turbulent. And it smelt funny too. So funny that neither Yu-Wah nor Wah-Hey needed any help escaping the pool’s embrace…

“Your brother is vile.” The sisters said as one. “We’ve both suffered horribly. Now take us into town: we feel a shopping spree coming on.”

And so the morning ended on a slightly downbeat note in Auntie Doris’s holiday home…

“It’s not so bad.” The third (and youngest) Pong sister, Sweet Wah-Wah, said as the others prepared to leave. “In fact the bubbles kind’a tickle. I like ’em.”

Meanwhile, back at the Museum of Future Technology…

…one of the Robot Guides was leading the first batch of visitors away from the foyer. And in the foyer, the other Robot Guide…

…wanted to hear all about the new visitor’s hopes and fears.

“Go on.” It urged the Robot Ticket Collector. “What do they most hope to see inside the museum – other than the Earplug Brothers, of course?”

© Paul Trevor Nolan 2018

 

 

 

Junior Earplug Adventures: The Time Tamperer (part 2)

Now its well-known that many visitors to the Museum of Future Technology wished for nothing more than to personally meet it’s most famous heroes, the Earplug Brothers. Sadly, on this particular day, that would prove impossible; because the five boys and few of their favourite female chums were enjoying a well deserved break at their Auntie Doris’s holiday home…

The pool was particularly popular. They were a happy band of earplugs as they lay around the pool and chatted animatedly…

As the Pong Sisters cavorted in the water, Magnuss decided to try surfing on an inflatable bed…

…but the gentle undulations of the water made him feel nauseous. Luckily his adventurous girlfriend, Hair-Trigger Provost, managed to pull him to safety…

Meanwhile, as Hair-Trigger resumed her conversation with Valentine, another guest of Auntie Doris chatted quietly with her host…

“It’s so wonderful having the museum’s Avatar come visit us in this far away place.” Doris said excitedly. “I’m so thrilled, I could scream. But surely, with my nephews away on vacation, it would be better if you remained in the museum. After all, you never know what’s going to happen in the Museum of Future Technology. Anything can happen in the next five minutes.”

“Oh don’t worry about the museum.” The Avatar replied in her calm, soothing voice. “Cushions Smethwyke has moved her lavatory into the Omnipresent Scanner Room and is spending her entire time using the scanner to search for impending trouble. She’ll call if she spots anything.”

“Oh that’s wonderful.” Doris gushed. “So forward thinking. And you’ve enlisted my boyfriend, K’Plank the Space Wanderer…

…to maintain a watchful eye from orbit in his wonderful one-earplug space ship too…

“Yes,” The Avatar replied. “We are a clever bunch of sods at the Museum of Future Technology. And, you know, we’re so forward thinking these days that we now supply hats to hide the weeping head sores of visiting zombies…

We also provide wigs for earplugs who have a tendency to fall over a lot…

And you wouldn’t believe how realistic our new exhibit that duplicates a period in Earth’s history when all of the world resembles a North African village immediately prior to the arrival of a sandstorm looks…

…It’s great. You should come visit again. You’ve got a life time pass after all!”

© Paul Trevor Nolan 2018

 

Junior Earplug Adventures: The Time Tamperer (part 1)

Prologue

At first glance it appeared that just another day had dawned upon the Museum of Future Technology…

Although still early, visitors were already knocking on the front door – if only metaphorically…

Of course the Robot Ticket Collector barred their entrance. Afterall it was there to do what it had done since the day that the museum had opened its doors to a paying public for the first time…

 

“Good morning, kind, would-be, customers. Please ignore the scary sentinel robot and its atomic cannon in the foyer: it is there merely to startle and amaze you. Likewise the huge, red Robot Security Guard – or RoboSecGua for short. It’s presence is meant merely to act as a catalyst for your imagination. Because, in the time-honoured fashion of the Museum of Future Technology, in order to gain entrance to the wonders within, each and every entrant’s creative character must pass a test of worthiness. You,” it said to the blue earplug that stood closest…

 

…”tell me your name and what you most hope to find inside the Museum of Future Technology.” 

Naturally the blue earplug replied with: “Jemina Jobsworth: The Earplug Brothers.”

The Robot Ticket Collector feigned a sigh: it was precisely the answer it had most expected – except the Jemina Jobsworth bit, of course. No one seemed to care about the wonderful exhibits that had been sent back through time, from the future, for safe-keeping in the past, anymore. No; these days they just wanted to meet their heroes and popular celebrities all the time. The wonders of the galaxy were of little interest to them.

“Go on, then.” It replied. “In you go. I can’t be bothered to argue.”

And a short while later, after everyone who stood upon the doorstep had been interviewed, the visitors began their…er…visit…

“Welcome.” The Robot Guide called out above the excited hub-bub. “Please follow me.”

And the RoboSecGua said: “Move along. Move along. No loitering in the foyer. More guests are approaching as we speak.”

And they were too…

One of them even arrived drunk…

Though some doubt concerning the female’s actual state of inebriation might have been forthcoming from the watching RoboSecGua, had it been aware that whilst the Robot Ticket Collector’s attention was drawn elsewhere, a Cone of Invisibility, containing three individuals of unknown origin, slipped into the building…

And only the drunk female seemed able to see it. 

© Paul Trevor Nolan 2018

Let’s Go Kobo

Checking out the availability of these, my latest, releases…

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