Munch isn't really turning in to a bad guy, he just doesn't like Splat. THey really don't like each other but a lot of it is because Splat doesn't know the whole story. Like the thing about Abe having to carry Munch away on his back: he din't know that Munch was already escaping. also, Munch is a bit jealous and worried that Splat may take up his position as Abe's sort of second in comand. Also, i new very little of the Munch's Oddysee story line when i started writing this. But anyway, im sure you're all getting bored of me going on like this so i'll just get on with the chapter,
Chapter 7
Splat
About a week after my house was finished I was tipped out of my hammock and yanked off the floor by a rather terrified Abe and a very terrified Alf.
Abe screamed down my ear. “Splat, SPLAT, you have to get out of here!”
“What ever it was, I didn’t do it,” I said, half asleep.
We know, but – hey, how d’you know about it?” Alf asked.
“Know about what?” I said, still barely awake.
Abe picked a bowl of water off the floor and tipped it over my head. “Splat, 10 mudokons disappeared last night and everyone’s saying you ate them. They’re gathering in to a huge mob to come and meat-process you.”
“Alf, go get me a lot of food and water and a few brews.”
“4 moolah.” He said. I gave him the money and he took off.
I grabbed a backpack I’d made and opened the secret compartment in the floor.
“Splat, where will you go?” Abe asked as I shoved a pair of mini teleporters in to the bag.
“I’ll tell you in a couple of months.” I replied while putting a gigantic electromagnet into the bag. Then added almost silently “if I’m still alive!”
I put a few more things in to the bag including a mini boom machine and a little tube of green stuff that turned red and vibrated when sligs were near and waited for Alf. He eventually appeared with basket of food, gasping for breath.
I checked the basket. “Good. Brew, sleepy stuff, springles, (note: take off the ‘s’ if you don’t get it) gut burner, good selection Alf. Better hurry.”
I headed towards the door, which Alf was still collapsed in front of.
“Splat, Alf suddenly gasped, you’re to late. Go down there and you’ll be massacred before you leave the door.
Alf
I was terrified, there was no escape for him! But Splat still looked calm!
“Why didn’t you say so?” He asked, sounding annoyed. He charged up shred power and walked to the far wall. He suddenly let off shred power and broke a hole in the wall.
“Good luck guys, And thanks.”
“Vice versa.” Abe replied, and with that, Splat started up his wings (Note: Splat’s wings worked like a fly’s) and was gone.
“There goes one brave guy,” Abe said.
“You ain’t kidding!” I replied.
Splat
I flew up into the air and circled the village. Nothing. I moved out a little further and circled again. Still nothing. I moved out and circled again. Still, still nothing. But on my next circle, to the West of the village, I spotted what I was looking for. Tyre tracks.
I flew towards the tracks, just as a couple of mudokon arrows flew into the air to where I’d been a couple of seconds before, causing me to make the immediate decision, to get well away from the village.
I flew down and followed the tyre tracks. About 6 hours of non-stop-flying later I saw what I was looking for. A giant sized, scrap-metal lorry. Another 20 minutes of rather tired flying later, I collapsed on top of the lorry, barely able to move.
I lay on the lorry roof, to tired to even lift my head off the roof and look around. About 30 minutes of constant rumbling and jerking, the lorry went up a ramp and I was plunged into darkness. But not for long. In a matter of seconds rather dim spotlights came on that basically left the whole room in darkness, accept the roof. Fortunately, the ten eyes of a laguameacy are quick at adjusting to new light situations and after a few seconds I could see reasonably clearly.
The metal-sided room I was in suddenly jerked and started moving. I realised it be the cabin of a train.
I watched as 2 sligs got out of the lorry’s cabin. One went and leaned against the front of the lorry and the other leant on the side, just below where I was leaning over to watch.
I suddenly had an idea. I took my backpack off and began to dig through it till I found the food product I wanted.
FIRE FLUMPS
Goodness gracious, burp balls of fire!
I pulled one of the red marshmallows out of the packet and looked over the side of the lorry. The slig below me had an unlighted cigarette in its mouth and was now digging through its pants for something.
I spoke in a low voice: “Wan a light?”
To avoid confusion I’ll call them slig A and slig B.
A: “Yeah, that’d be great.”
B: “What’d be great?”
A: “You offered me a light.”
B: “No I didn’t.”
A: “Yes you did.”
B: “No I didn’t.”
A: “Yes you did.”
B: “Did not.”
A: “Did too.”
B: “Did not.”
A: “Did too.”
B: “Did not.”
A: “Did too.”
B: ”Did not”
I intervened in, my low commanding voice. “You didn’t!”
B: “Thank you.”
A: “What?”
B: “You agreed and said I didn’t
A: “No I didn’t.”
B: “Yes you did.”
I swallowed the fire flump.
A: “No I didn’t.”
B: “Yes you did.”
“I DID!” I screamed, angrily. “AND I OFFERED YOU THE LIGHT. TAKE IT!”
I burped and a bright red fireball flew out of my mouth and over the edge of the lorry. Judging by the scream I’d managed to hit slig A and he’d burst into flames!
A side affect of fire flumps is that you can walk through fire without getting burned or over-heated. I slid down off the lorry behind the fire. I then walked into the fire, called up shred power and walked out the other side where slig B could see me.
“YOU HAVE ANGERED ME!” I roared.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH, IT’S THE DEVIL, AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH
HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
HHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ”
The slig was now running around in circles so I stepped a little way into the fire - enough so I could see him but he couldn’t see me.
The slig stopped and stood about a metre in front of the fire, whimpering like an injured sloggie.
I backed away into the fire, paused, then quickly charged forward, leapt out of the fire, then just before I landed, set off shred attack. Pieces of slig went flying everywhere. I stopped shred attack and looked around.
“And that,” I flicked a piece of slig off one of my scrab feet, “is that.”
And so, the plot thickens, its what my story has been buildin up to, this is now getting in to the acctual "adventure" part of the story. Well ya didn't think it would all be at the village did ya?
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