Future Ratboy and the Quest for the Missing Thingy

‘I can’t eat him, he’s way too cute!’ I said.

‘It’s just a hot dog, Ratfingers!’ said Twoface, picking it up and slotting it into his mouth. ‘Mmm, good doggy!’ he smiled, and a muffled woof echoed inside his tummy.

I ignored Twoface and did a whistle. Another hot dog ran over and I lifted it up to my mouth and bit it in half. It really was delicious, even though I felt a bit guilty.

‘And now for my favourite part!’ boomed Mayor Goodhair, pointing at the giant presents. ‘The Grand Unwrapping!’

‘Who buys all these statues for him?’ I spluttered.

‘Nobody,’ said Bunny. ‘Mayor Goodhair’s so rich he buys his own presents!’

Mayor Goodhair clicked his fingers and Norman, his pet pair of hover-scissors, floated up to the bright red ribbon that was tied around the yellow sheet covering the statue.

‘Ooh a ribbon,’ squeaked Norman, swishing his blades open. ‘I just can’t resist!’

He swished his blades shut, snipping the ribbon in half, and the sheet flopped to the floor revealing a concrete Mayor Goodhair standing on top of a pillar.

‘Another statue of me – just what I’ve always wanted!’ beamed the mayor, and the crowd cheered.

Norman flew down towards one of the mayor’s trouser pockets and slid himself into it. ‘Hover-scissors get extremely tired after snipping a ribbon,’ explained Jamjar. ‘He’ll need a nice nap now.’

‘O-K . . .’ I said, thinking how ridikeelous the future could be sometimes.

Mayor Goodhair turned to the floating pink parcel. ‘And who bought me this great big one?’ he asked.

‘I thought you said he bought his own pressies?’ I whispered to Bunny.

‘Must be from a secret admirer!’ she giggled.

A humungazoid label was hanging off the pink parcel. ‘Somebody flip that tag round so I can read it, would you?’ smiled Mayor Goodhair.

Not Bird flew up to the label and turned it over with his beak. ‘Happy bday!’ said the mayor, reading out what was written on it. Underneath the writing was a big black ‘X’ for a kiss.

‘Ahh, that’s nice!’ smiled Splorg, as the mayor began to frown.

‘Hmmm, there’s something about that handwriting that rings a bell . . .’ he mumbled, as the ground shook beneath me and the crowd started to scream.

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