Page 51 - Jeremiah Lollipop

“He must be unloading!” he thought, “This is terrible! All those years

getting ready for the Flooble and when it actually arrives he’s not here!”

He watched as the green gas spread in a circular pool across the road.

It seemed to be alive as it searched out every nook and cranny. It spilled

over the footpath and came up the path. Jeremiah backed away.

Suddenly he heard the truck returning.

“Watch out!” he shouted, as Mr. Flannel turned and parked.

“What?” he said, as he wound the window down.

“The Flooble has come!” said Jeremiah, “It’s here! There’s a gas…”

Mr. Flannel looked around and saw the green gas creeping up the side

of the truck.

“Run!” said Mr. Flannel, “Get into the tunnel!”

He opened the door and jumped, but he was too late. One breath of the

gas and he was walking, then he stopped and sat down.

“Must sleep…” he said, “Nighty night!”

“Get up!” said Jeremiah.

The gas came up the path, curling round his shoes. He stamped on it,

and backed away, holding his breath. In the darkness he could hear Mr.

Flannel snoring.

There was nothing he could do. He turned and ran.