MOUSE OF COMMONS. MOUSE OF LORDS.

PART 10 OF GLADSTONE MCWHISKERS AND THE SANDCASTLE OF DOOM!!

GLADSTONE MCWHISKERS AND THE SANDCASTLE OF DOOM - PART 10.

Part 10 of an exclusive 12 part Mouse of Commons mini-adventure.

Ollie had nearly jumped out of his shoes when Gladstone had suddenly turned up behind him, whispering in his ear - but eventually he was able to compose himself.

"Where were you, boss?" he hissed. "I was just talking with the baby trifle-fish here and I really don't think that they're very interested in trying to take over the world... Although they are rather good at hypnosis and dancing..."

"So I gather..." nodded Gladstone, who was quite impressed by what he had seen, so far. "I rather like the idea of this little lot being cheerleaders. If there's any chance you could show me one of your routines then I do actually have quite strong contacts in the entertainment industry..." he boasted, but before the trifle-fish had a chance to display their talents any further there came a bellowing roar right in front of them, as a shadow fell across the stall.

"WHAT'S GOING ON!? WHY HAVEN'T YOU SOLD ANY OF MY CHILDREN YET? YOU'RE TOO BUSY NATTERING..."

Gladstone turned to the trifle-fish king and looked apologetic, but didn't say too much. "Terribly sorry... We were just explaining to your children that you were planning on selling them - but that it doesn't mean that you don't love them and that it's just part of your plan to rule the world..."

"You don't want them growing up with issues of self-loathing now, do you!?" Ollie interuptted, recalling something that he'd read recently in Auntie Astrid's agony aunt page.

"Oliver does have a good point there..." Gladstone confirmed, but their wobbly employer didn't look at all interested.

"I DON'T GIVE A HOOT!" snapped the Trifle-fish King. "I'VE TOLD THEM WHAT'S WHAT! THEY HAVE TO GO OUT THERE AND MAKE A LIVING! THEY'RE QUITE OLD ENOUGH!! THEY'VE LIVED UNDER MY ROOF FOR THE PAST SEVEN DAYS AND NOW IT'S TIME THEY GAVE SOMETHING BACK!" he smouldered unpleasantly. "THEY KNOW WHAT THEIR DUTY IS - AND YOU KNOW WHAT YOURS IS, MOUSE... NOW, JUST GET ON A SELL THEM!!"

"Listen now... I'll not have you shout at me... I'm the Mouse of Commons and Lord, you know!!"

But the Trifle-fish King didn't seem very interested. "JUST DO IT!! I'LL TAKE YOUR LITTLE FRIEND HERE - JUST TO SEE THAT YOU DO TOO!!" he boomed - and with that he scooped up Ollie and carried the struggling louse back into the castle with him.

"BOSSSSS!!! HELP!!!!" cried Ollie - but the Mouse of Commons seemed frozen, unsure of what to do or say.

This really wasn't how Gladstone had imagined his plan would go at all...

TO BE CONTINUED, TOMORROW.

What will happen next? Next time matters get even worse down on the beach...

This instalment was originally written in Guernsey on Tuesday 9th October 2007. Story and photo - Copyright Paul Chandler, 2007.

Labels: Gladstone McWhiskers, Mouse of Commons, Oliver Louse

posted by Paul Chandler @ 9:22 AM