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Gunk Aliens 2 The Elephant’s Trump Jonny Moon
Special thanks to Colin Brake, GUNGE agent extraordinaire.
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A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away, a bunch of slimy aliens discovered the secret to clean, renewable energy……snot!
(Well, OK, clean-ish.)
There was just one problem. The best snot came from only one kind of creature.
Humans.
And humans were very rare. Within a few years, the aliens had used up all the best snot in their solar system.
That was when the Galactic Union of Nasty Killer Aliens (GUNK) was born. Its mission: to find human life and drain its snot. Rockets were sent to the four corners of the universe, each carrying representatives from the major alien races. Three of those rockets were never heard from again. But one of them landed on a planet quite simply full of humans.
It started like any other Saturday, but for Jack Brady this particular weekend was the beginning of an adventure he would never forget. Jack Brady didn’t look particularly special, but he was. Jack was nine years old, slightly less than average height for his age and had the usual number of facial features in the usual sort of arrangement. His friend Ruby said he had ‘very striking blue eyes’, but the optician had just called them lazy and so he wore glasses most of the time. This gave Jack a slightly geeky look, but he didn’t mind too much because he was, in his spare time, a genius. Jack was an inventor, always busy creating new ideas and improving old ones. It was this – his inventing – that he was sure would, in time, be the making of him. But for now he had an even more important role to perform. He was an agent of GUNGE – a dedicated but secret organisation that was engaged in vital work to protect Planet Earth from alien attack. Jack had only recently been recruited into the fight – a struggle he had thought a joke at first. Until, that was, he’d met an alien face to face. Helped by his best friend Oscar and his new friend Ruby, Jack had defeated the deadly Squillibloat – a terrifying and frankly gross cross between an octopus and a jellyfish – and saved the day. Since then he had been on a constant state of alert, waiting for his next mission from the mysterious Bob, his contact at GUNGE. But that had been nearly a week ago. Since then everything had been quiet. Only the presence of his new pet – Snivel – reminded him that the whole thing had been real and not a terrible dream. Snivel was a transforming robot created by GUNGE from alien technology. In his dog form, he helped Jack by giving useful information about the aliens he was supposed to capture. But he also helped out with the capturing bit – in a very direct way! When Jack spoke the words ‘Activate Snivel Trap’, Snivel could instantly transform from a dog into an alien trap, ready to suck up any hostile alien. The only problem was that Snivel had to be directly underneath the alien when activated – something that had made catching the Squillibloat in the local swimming pool a bit of a task. Jack hadn’t thought his invention of a canine scuba suit would ever come in useful… Actually, that wasn’t the only problem. The even bigger problem was that a mistake by GUNGE had caused Snivel to be built with three eyes in his dog form. CLUNK! For the forty-second time in the last hour Snivel fell sideways to the floor. He was trying to keep his third eye closed – Jack had told him it would help him blend in – but try as he might he couldn’t seem to manage it without losing his balance. “Give it a rest, Snivel,” Jack said. “I thought it was important?” replied the robot dog. “It is, but if you keep banging the floor like that Mum’s going to go mad.” TAP! TAP! “Now what are you doing?” asked Jack. “Me?” said Snivel in an offended tone. “Nothing.” TAP! TAP! TAP! “Is that your tail banging the floor?” “No!” TAP! TAP! TAP! “Are you sure?” Snivel span around, trying to catch sight of his tail. “I think so…” TAP! TAP! TAP! Jack held his finger up to his lips. “Ssh!” he said. TAP! TAP! TAP! The noise was coming from the window. Jack crossed the room and yanked it open. “Oscar, go away,” he began but the figure climbing into the room was not that of his best friend. The legs were dressed in pink leg-warmers and the rest of the outfit included a leopard-print skirt. It was Ruby! She seemed to be dressed for some kind of dance lesson, except for two key elements of her appearance. “Check this out.” she said enthusiastically, showing him her feet and her hands. The latter were chalky white and when
