Future Ratboy and the Quest for the Missing Thingy. Jim Smith
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Название: Future Ratboy and the Quest for the Missing Thingy
Автор: Jim Smith
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Учебная литература
Серия: Future Ratboy
isbn: 9781780317809
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Bunny Deli is also a sort of orphanage for children whose mums and dads aren’t around.
Like Jamjar, whose mum and dad shrunk themselves to the size of full stops during a science experiment once.
Jamjar’s got five arms and is really brainy.
Then there’s Twoface, who thinks he’s a superhero like me.
His parents are too busy being real-life superheroes to look after him.
And Splorg the blue-skinned alien.
Splorg’s parents were eaten by a black hole when they went out to dinner one night.
This is Mr X.
He’s the evil baddy who wants to take over Shnozville.
I’ve promised my friends I won’t zap myself back home to the olden days until he’s defeated.
And this is Wheelie, the bin I got zapped here inside.
Mr X fitted him with a speech module and gave him some arms and dressed him in a waiter’s suit.
But that’s another story.
At the end of the last episode, Mr X kidnapped our friend, The Wise Old Vending Machine, and we haven’t seen either of them since.
Something tells me that’s all about to change though . . .
I’ve been here in the future for a while now, but I’m still not completely used to it. Like the other day for example. It was the forty-ninth of Socktober and me and the gang were strolling into town for a very important occasion.
‘Ahh, don’t you just love Socktober!’ smiled Splorg. ‘All the leaves on the trees turning into socks – nature truly is a wonderful thing!’
I looked up at the tree we were walking past and gasped. Hundreds of multicoloured socks were dangling from the ends of its branches like, erm . . . socks.
‘Sometimes I wonder if this whole being-in-the-future thing is all a weird dream!’ I said. ‘I mean – socks growing on trees? That’s just ridikeelous!’
‘NOT!’ squawked Not Bird, flying over my head and perching on a branch. The whole thing swayed and a sock fell off, landing on Twoface’s left face.
‘What’s so ridikeelous about it, Future RatLOSER?’ said Twoface out of one of his mouths. He peeled the sock off his head and threw it on the pavement outside Dr Smell’s perfume shop.
‘Yeah Future RatBUM, it’s just a plain old sock tree!’ he said out of his other mouth.
Twoface has been calling me names like that ever since I won the Shnozville Superhero of the Month award for helping an old granny cross a road.
I know that doesn’t sound like much, but the road was seventeen miles wide. And the granny was a ninety-four-year-old elephant. And I had to carry her. With one hand.
I think Twoface is just jealous because he reckons he’s a better superhero than me.
The door to Dr Smell’s perfume shop opened and Dr Smell stepped out. He sniffed the air then glanced down at the leaf sock Twoface had just thrown on the floor.
‘Hey, I only just swept that hover-pavement!’ he frowned. ‘Blooming socks everywhere,’ he said, picking the sock up and throwing it in a clear plastic hover-bin bag filled with eight trillion other leaf socks.
Jamjar pointed at the hover-bin bag and pushed her glasses up her nose. ‘One of the keel things about living here in the future,’ she said to me, ‘is that nobody has to buy socks any more!’
‘Amazekeels,’ I said, even though I didn’t have to buy socks when I lived in the olden days either, because my mum and dad always bought them for me.
‘Heading into town are you, gang?’ said Dr Smell, waggling his nostrils. ‘I can smell excitement in the air!’
That’s how good Dr Smell’s sense of smell is – he can even smell excitement.
Wheelie flapped his lid open and shut, and Dr Smell stuck two of his fingers up his nostrils to stop the bin stink floating up them.
‘OOH YES,’ bleeped Wheelie in his posh new computery voice, and I thought how weird it was that my normal old bin from home could now speak. ‘TODAY IS A MOST IMPORTANT DAY!’
‘What’s happening?’ asked Dr Smell, and Wheelie rolled the bits of his lid where his eyes would’ve been if he’d had eyes, because he couldn’t believe Dr Smell didn’t know.
‘WHY, IT’S MAYOR GOODHAIR’S BIRTHDAY, OF COURSE!’ burped Wheelie.
Dr Smell knocked on his head like it was a front door.
‘Blistering bogazoids, I’d completely forgotten!’ he said. ‘Ratboy, isn’t YOUR birthday coming up soon too?’
‘Next week,’ I said.
‘NOT!’ squawked Not Bird, even though my birthday really СКАЧАТЬ