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Raggedydax The Robot Comes To Planet Earth

Raggedydax The Robot Comes To Earth

 

Published by Lindsay Johannsen at Shakespir

Copyright Lindsay Johannsen 2014

 

Shakespir Edition Licence Notes.

This children’s story is available to you for Free. I insist on maintaining my copyright, however, but until such time as I become staggeringly famous and amend this notice please feel free to reproduce, copy, disseminate or distribute it generally amongst your friends and/or enemies by whatever means you have at your disposal and to your heart’s content, provided this is done in a purely non-commercial manner and the story remains complete and in its original form. My preference, though, is for you to recommend to others that they should download Raggedydax The Robot Comes To Earth from Shakespir themselves, so enriching my life with a warm glow of satisfaction in lieu of monetary reward.

Thank you.

 

National Library of Australia Cataloguing-in-publication Data:

Author: Johannsen, Lindsay Andrew

Title: Raggedydax The Robot Comes To Earth

 

Cover art and design bungled by the author.

Also published by the same author at Shakespir:

The “novels”: “McCullock’s Gold” and “The Cassidy Chronicles”

…plus short stories and other rubbish.

 

To order the paperback version of McCullock’s Gold or contact the author please visit

www.vividpublishing.com.au/lajohannsen

RAGGEDYDAX THE ROBOT COMES TO PLANET EARTH

 

 

Late one night, on the dark side of Planet Earth, when the moon was somewhere else and it really was, very, very dark, a little flying saucer came gliding quietly down from space. And inside this flying saucer was a robot and two small green aliens.

The aliens’ names were Dinkle and Jamjar, and the robot was called Raggedydax. And Dinkle and Jamjar and Raggedydax had warped half way across the Galaxy, all the way from the planet of Mugglepuddle – which, as everyone knows, is about a zillion billion jillion kilometers away from Earth.

Even so, it had not taken them long, for Dinkle and Jamjar were trying out the Magic Whizzmatic Galactic Hyperspace-drive engine they’d made out of Lego and rubber bands in Dinkle’s bedroom the previous night. Jamjar had been sleeping-over and they were supposed to be in bed, but instead the pair had been inventing a space-warp engine under the blankets.

The next morning they put their engine in the little flying saucer Dinkle’s parents had given him for his birthday. Then, while they waited for the glue to dry, they went inside to tell Dinkle’s mother.

Their galactic hyperspace engine was ready to try out, they said, so would it be okay if they went off to visit another planet somewhere? …like one on the other side of the galaxy perhaps? And could they take Dinkle’s Raggedydax Robot along to find out things?

Dinkle’s mother said yes, as long as Jamjar’s mother didn’t mind and they were home again by tea time.

Jamjar lived next door. He hopped off to get permission, and came back a short time later with some sandwiches his mother had made for them. And Dinkle’s mother gave them some conkleberry cookies and a hot-chocolate drink each to have along the way.

Back in the flying saucer Dinkle and Jamjar went up to the flight deck and asked the computer to find a really nice planet for them. A planet like Mugglepuddle, they said, but one on the other side of the galaxy somewhere – a planet which had people and playgrounds and big sandy beaches and places where children could buy ice creams and fruit drinks and fairy floss, a planet where they could leave Raggedydax The Robot for a while to find out everything about it. And when a planet like that had been found, the automatic pilot was to land in a park close to a playground – except that the playground had to be on the night side of the planet, where it was late and really, really dark.

The reason for this was because Mugglepuddlians are terribly shy, and Dinkle and Jamjar wanted to make sure no one would see them arrive. Landing by a playground where it was really late meant no one would be around, as all the Earth children who used it and their mums and dads and everyone else living about the place would be fast asleep in their beds. Even so, just to make sure, they had the auto pilot switch off the flying saucer’s headlights and tail lights, and even stopped it from using the turning indicators!

That done, Dinkle and Jamjar went to the engine room to wind-up the hyperspace-drive’s rubber bands, after which they returned to the flight deck. Raggedydax had already plugged himself into his battery charging dock, so the other two sat down and fastened their seat belts.

And then, with everything ready for takeoff, Dinkle pushed the big purple button marked “GO!”, their Magic Whizzmatic Galactic Lego and Rubber Band Hyperspace-drive engine powered up … and away they went!

And so well did their invention work, that by the time they’d finished the sandwiches and cookies and the hot-chocolate drinks their mothers had made for them, they had already reached Planet Earth and were coming in to land – at a park with a playground, exactly as Dinkle and Jamjar had ordered.

The park was called “THE HAPPY HOLIDAYS CARAVAN PARK”, because that’s what it was: a caravan park. But it wasn’t in a city. It wasn’t even near a town. In fact The Happy Holidays Caravan Park was in dairy farming country, right by the sea, a long way from any town or city.

As well as the playground there were lawns and gravel paths and palm trees and garden plots full of flowers and even a duck pond with a little waterfall, while in the middle of the park there was a brightly painted red and yellow kiosk where people could buy drinks and pies and hot dogs and fairy floss and all sorts of different flavoured ice creams. Farther away, down past the playground, there was a great big sand hill that you could tumble down from top to bottom, right onto a beautiful sandy beach.

In the opposite direction was a village near a river, beyond which were some big green mountains. And during school holidays and at Christmas time, families would come to The Happy Holidays Caravan Park from far and wide, there to rent a cabin, or to stay in the caravans they were towing behind their cars.

  • * *

As the flying saucer drew closer to the caravan park its automatic pilot slowed it more and more, and soon Dinkle and Jamjar were drifting over all the cabins and caravans neatly arranged amongst the trees – where everyone was sleeping. Over the lawns they went, over the flower gardens and the gravel walkways and the kiosk and the duck pond with the little waterfall… And then, on reaching the playground, the flying saucer’s landing legs came down and it settled onto the grass next to the swings – all without the slightest sound.

As soon as they’d landed Dinkle and Jamjar undid their safety belts, then released Raggedydax The Robot from his battery charging dock. Then Jamjar turned on the inside lights just the weeniest bit so they could see where they were going, and down to the cargo bay the three went, to the middle of the landing legs department – except that on arriving there neither Dinkle nor Jamjar could remember whose turn it was to push the big yellow “Loading Ramp” button.

Soon they were arguing about it, so Raggedydax started jumping up and down on his little wheels. “It’s Dinkle’s turn!” he shouted to above the noise. “You did it last time, Jamjar!”

The arguing stopped.

“…did not,” muttered Jamjar. He knew Raggedydax was right, though, because Raggedydax was a robot and robots never forgot anything.

“Nyah nyah, I told you so,” crowed Dinkle. And feeling very pleased with himself he pressed the big yellow button.

Down went the loading ramp, “Grunnn grunnn grunnn CLUMP!

Outside the flying saucer it was totally dark, of course, but that didn’t worry Raggedydax. As you know, robots can see at night no matter how dark it might be. But Raggedydax was no ordinary robot. He was a Super-advanced Grade-two Find-outerer Robot, and was fitted with the very latest Visi-boost Darktronic night-vision. This meant that no matter how dark it might be, Raggedydax The Robot could see everything perfectly. And because of this he was the one who went first down the automatic loading ramp belt, to make sure there was no one about.

That done and certain they were alone, Raggedydax returned to the flying saucer. “Eee-aaw donkle donkle!” he went from the foot of the loading ramp. “Fsssht dink breedle beep POP!” …which was robot-talk for, “It’s all right. There’s no one here. You can come down now.”

Dinkle and Jamjar knew quite well it would be too dark outside for them to see anything, even with their big round eyes, and had already been to the torch locker for their special Megabeam hyper-photonic torches.

At the bottom of the ramp they shone the torches around. Both knew that Raggedydax had already checked with his Visi-boost Darktronic night-vision turned up to MAX, but they always did it again anyway because they liked playing with their hyper-photonic torches. And Raggedydax The Robot – who was often known to be polite and well-mannered – always pretended not to notice, usually by making-out he was testing his Floatmatic Antigravity circuits or checking that his little wheels were all working properly.

“I wonder what this planet is called?” whispered Dinkle as he shone his torch this way and that.

“I can’t imagine,” Jamjar whispered back.

“Hey look! There’s a sign!” whispered Dinkle.

“What does it say?” whispered Jamjar.

“Nothing,” whispered Dinkle. “Signs don’t talk.”

“I know that, smartypants,” Jamjar said aloud. Then he whispered: “Hey! Maybe that’s the name of this planet.”

“Yeah,” whispered Dinkle. “Perhaps it is. But why are we whispering?”

“I’m whispering because you’re whispering,” whispered Dinkle.

“But you were whispering first,” whispered Jamjar.

THE SIGN SAYS,” announced Raggedydax loudly: “‘DO NOT FEED THE DUCKS’.”

“…ooOOOooo!” observed Dinkle. “‘Donotfeedtheducks’. What a funny name for a planet.”

“Humpf!” grumped Raggedydax. “Donotfeedtheducks is not the name of this planet. I know that because I have already found out what it is called. This here is the Planet Earth. Anyway, why were you two whispering?”

“In case some Donotfeedtheduckian people are lurking in the bushes. They might hear what we are saying.”

At this time of night?!!” exclaimed Raggedydax. “They’ll all be asleep! And how much would they learn from listening to you two anyway?!! Tiddly-squat! That’s what!”

Dinkle and Jamjar just ignored him.

“Perhaps we should tell him,” Jamjar whispered after a while.

“Yeah, perhaps we should,” Dinkle whispered back.

Raggedydax was suspicious. He could hear a leaf falling if he wanted – on the other side of a busy street. “Tell him what?” he said aloud.

Dinkle shone his torch on the robot. “Ohh … nothing,” he replied.

“Yeah…” added Jamjar. “Well… Nothing much.”

“You’re going to leave me again, aren’t you,” Raggedydax said accusingly. “Just like you do on Mugglepuddle.”

“No no Raggedydax we wouldn’t do that gosh no not here course not nah we wouldn’t even think of it,” the two replied together all at once.

Raggedydax just glared at them.

“Well… There are a couple of things we thought you might like to do for us,” ventured Jamjar.

“Yes,” said Dinkle, “like … finding out everything about the planet Earth.”

Everything?!!” protested Raggedydax. “But that would take a tremendous amount of time. Days even.”

“We know,” said Jamjar. “But it’ll be great fun.”

“Yeah!” added Dinkle. “You’ll just love it!”

“See, the thing is, we have to be home by teatime,” explained Jamjar, “which is why we can’t stay. So we thought we might leave you by this playground.”

“That’s right,” said Dinkle “That way everyone will think you’re something new that’s been put there for the children to play on.”

“And if we were to wait for you,” Jamjar continued, “then people would see our flying saucer. And anyone looking in a window who saw Dinkle’s funny pink ears might fall over laughing and hurt themselves!”

There’s nothing funny about my ears!” snapped Dinkle indignantly. “My mother says I have beautiful ears. And anyway, who are you to talk, with that big purple foot?”

The two then got all huffy and wouldn’t speak to each other. Dinkle MacFloon’s family came from Mugglepuddle’s North Pole, where it was so cold everyone had pink ears. And Jamjar was cross because he was proud of his purple foot. In fact Jamjar Stickwiggle had been the Purple-foot people’s Grand Champion for three years in a row.

It was Raggedydax who broke the silence. “…So you are going to leave me here All – By – Myself.”

“Don’t worry,” said Dinkle. “We’ll come back for you. Just wait here near the swings every night.”

“Now then,” said Jamjar. “There are two really important things we’d like you to find out. The first one is …”

“…how fierce the pumpkins are!” interrupted Dinkle loudly, “and the second is what their fargle nuts are like.”

I was supposed to say that!” Jamjar said crossly, and he hopped off toward the flying saucer, boiling with anger.

Dinkle raced after him. At the loading ramp he pushed past and rode the automatic belt to the top.

Jamjar was right behind. He caught up just as Dinkle was about to press the big yellow button. “Get away from there! It’s my turn to push the yellow button!” he yelled as he shoved Dinkle aside.

But Dinkle had only been teasing. “Nyaa nyaa,” he shouted as he disappeared up to the flight deck.

I’ll get you for that!” Jamjar shouted after him as he pressed the big yellow button. Up came the loading ramp, and “CLOMP!” went the hatch door, slamming shut behind it.

Then Dinkle opened one of the flight deck windows. “And make sure you find out how much their rocks cost!” he yelled to Raggedydax. “My Dad forgot to water Mum’s rock garden and the rocks all died, and Mum says he’d better have it fixed before grandma comes to visit or that’s where he’ll be sleeping!”

“Yeah!” Raggedydax shouted back. “And like… don’t worry about me! You know – that I’m here all by myself. Most likely I’ll be picked up by a scrap metal dealer and recycled as a potato peeler or pedaling car or something, but I’ll be all right.”

Neither Dinkle nor Jamjar heard him, however. Jamjar was pushing the big purple “GO!” button that started their Magic Whizzmatic Lego and Rubber-band Hyperspace drive engine, and Dinkle was ringing his mother on his interstellar mobile to let her know that everything was okay and they’d be home in time for dinner.

Then the two waved goodbye from the windows, and with the faintest of faint whispering sounds their flying saucer lifted from the grass and powered up, up and up into the sky.

  • * *

 

Raggedydax the Robot watched them go with his special Visi-boost Darktronic Night-vision. “That worked out well,” he muttered as Dinkle and Jamjar’s flying saucer disappeared from sight amongst the stars. “Here I am, on Planet Earth, all by myself, a zillion billion jillion kilometers from home … just to find out stuff! And there they go, zooming around the galaxy having fun, and then going home for dinner.

“Oh well, tomorrow morning I’ll find out what I can, then I’ll come back to the playground. By that time a few Earth children might have arrived and I’ll have some company, at least.”

For a while after that Raggedydax just stood there, stewing in his own grumpiness, until eventually he started thinking about what he might say to the Earth boys and girls.

“Hello little Earth people,” he began in his friendliest voice, pretending he was talking to them. “My name is Raggedydax.

“Yep, Raggedydax The Robot, they call me. That’s because I’m a robot, see.

“Not just any old robot, though. I don’t trundle around going ‘Boop boop bleep urgle urgle hello there burls and goys, how are you today?’ …or bang into things and say, ‘I think my batteries-ies-ies are going flat-at-at-at, and could you please find me some new ones?’

“No siree, I am a much better robot than that. In fact I am a Super-advanced Grade-two Find-outerer Robot, from the planet of Mugglepuddle. And I was brought here by my friends, Dinkle and Jamjar, to find out things – you know, in their flying saucer.

“But Mugglepuddlian people are very shy, see, which is why they left me here and went back – and also because they had to be home by teatime. My job is to find out as many things about the planet Earth as I can before they come to collect me.”

Yeah. Right. Raggedydax reminded himself. And so here I am, on Planet Earth, all by myself until they come back for me. And they’d better come pretty soon, too, or I’ll…

I’ll umm…

But try as he might, Raggedydax couldn’t think of anything he might do to improve the situation. Instead he settled himself down for the rest of the night.

Robots don’t have to sleep, of course, but to conserve his special high voltage Super Kryptonium batteries Raggedydax switched off his Glidematic mobility circuits and powered-down all of his computer systems to “Deep Snooze” mode.

  • * *

The next morning, even before the birds had started chirping and twittering, Raggedydax was off exploring … and was amazed by what he discovered. In fact he was so amazed that he texted Dinkle and Jamjar with his on-board interstellar mobile.

“Planet Earth is a really strange place,” he said in his text. “I don’t like it here. Please come and pick me up.

“Next door to the park is some forest, and this morning when it started to get light I heard some wild pumpkins calling out. ‘MOOOO! they went. ‘MMMMOOO! So I crept into the forest to try and see them.

“But it wasn’t a forest at all; it was just a patch of forest, and on the other side of it was a farm. And there, standing around together quietly in the middle of a field, were all these big brown pumpkins … eating the grass!

“Then an Earth-man came along. He had a crazy muttbarker with him, too. But the muttbarker wasn’t going crazy at all; it was doing whatever the man told it!

“And then the man shouted something to the pumpkins, and the pumpkins all got together and showed him and the muttbarker the way to a great big shed.”

When Raggedydax had finished texting he sent Dinkle and Jamjar some pictures as well – in case they thought the whole business was just a made-up story.

Poor Raggedydax. No wonder he was surprised. He had never seen a “pumpkin” eating grass before. On the planet of Mugglepuddle the pumpkins are amazingly fierce animals. They live in the forests and eat the leaves and the ripe jellybeans of the jellybean trees. And whenever a wild pumpkin sees a crazy muttbarker it jumps down from its jellybean tree and tries to catch it.

“Bark bark bark bark!” go the muttbarkers as they run about in all directions trying to escape. The muttbarkers are really afraid of wild pumpkins, but the pumpkins can’t run very fast and the muttbarkers always get away from them.

  • * *

After sending off his pictures Raggedydax started back to the playground. No one was there when he arrived, but after a while he saw a little girl coming along the path. She’d been to the kiosk for a pie and some fruit juice, and was eating and drinking as she came closer. Then, on reaching where the little robot was standing, she stuffed the empty pie bag and drink container into Raggedydax’s mouth!

PLEAAH!” shouted Raggedydax as he spat them out. “Could you please put your rubbish in a litter bin?”

The little girl nearly fell over in amazement. “A talking litter bin!” she exclaimed. “WOW! How cool is that?!!

“I’m sorry,” said Raggedydax. “but I am not a litter bin at all. I am actually a robot.”

The little girl was even more amazed. “This is just SO WICKED!” she said. “I can’t wait to tell my friends! …And so what do they call you, Mr talking robot litterbin-thing, ‘XG-45’ or something?”

“I’m not a robot-litterbin! I’m a robot! A find-outerer ! And my name is Raggedydax!

“Yeah, riiiiight,” replied the girl. “And I’m the Tooth Fairy. I mean that is just about the wildest wackiest story I have ever heard! …and you expect me to believe it?!!”

“But it’s true,” wailed Raggedydax. “I can’t tell lies! I’m a robot!”

“—Which is what you were programmed to say, I’d guess. But that’s cool. And you were made to look like a litter bin so you wouldn’t be noticed, right?”

NO. It seems I just look like one of your litter bins. But like I said, Miss Toothfairy, I’m a robot.”

“Okay then,” said the girl. “If you’re really a find-outerer robot from this Mudpuddle place, then how did you get here?”

“It’s Mugglepuddle if you don’t mind. And I was brought here by my friends in their flying saucer. Jamjar Stickwiggle and Dinkle MacFloon are their names. They left me here to find out things – you know, about the planet Earth. I’ve been very busy this morning, too, and found out all sorts of things. Now I’m waiting for them to come back and pick me up.

“I have to say though, Miss Toothfairy, you sure do have a crazy mixed-up planet here.”

“Well DER, Mr Raggedydax,” said the girl. “I could have told you that. But okay, let’s pretend that you really are a find-outerer robot. My brother has hidden my Barbie Doll somewhere. Let’s see if you can find out where it is.

Raggedydax closed his eyes for a couple of seconds. At the same time his antennae sprang up straight and his inside workings went click click pop breedle breedle beep beep ding! …after which he opened his eyes and said: “Your Barbie doll is in the laundry basket.”

“Yeah right. How could you know that?” asked the girl.

“Trust me. Your Barbie is in the bottom of the laundry basket, stuffed into one of your dad’s socks.

“Gee, thanks!” the girl shouted, and she ran back along the path as fast as she could go.

Raggedydax then spent the rest of the day watching the children in the playground and listening to the adults as they walked by. Everyone thought he was a new litterbin, though anyone who tried to put rubbish in his mouth found it shut tight.

“I’m going to complain to the park manager,” said one man. “This litterbin needs emptying. It is so full of rubbish that it’s jammed tight!”

 

  • * *

Early the next morning, Raggedydax was resting peacefully in Standby Mode when he was suddenly stung by a rubber band. Then a couple more buzzed by like angry hornets and another stung him again!

“Oww!” he yelped. “Owch! Come out from behind those bushes, whoever you are! And stop shooting rubber bands at me!”

“So it’s true,” said a little boy as he came out from his hiding place. “I thought my sister was going mental when she told me this story about a talking robot-litterbin at the playground. Slaggedy-bag or something she reckoned it was calling itself, and that it was waiting to be collected by a couple of aliens called Dangle and Jam-tin … in a flying saucer!”

“Firstly, if you don’t mind, my name is Raggedydax,” the robot explained crossly, “and secondly, I don’t know how many times I’ve had to say this, but I am NOT A LITTERBIN!

“Okay. So your name is Raggedydax and you’re not a litterbin. I get the picture.”

“And what is your name pray tell? …if it’s not a personal secret.”

“Puddeny Tame,” replied the little boy. “Ask me again and I’ll tell you the same.”

“And why were you shooting rubber bands at me?”

“Because you told my sister where I’d hidden her stupid doll. What I don’t understand, though, is how you knew where to find it.”

“Didn’t she tell you? Finding out things is my job, and that includes finding out where things are hidden. I’m a Special Findouterer Robot, see. I find out stuff.”

“Okay; so what about this flying saucer business? Do you really have friends in a flying saucer who are coming to pick you up?”

“Well, that’s what they told me.”

“Wow! I wish I had friends in a flying saucer coming to pick me up. That would be so amazingly cool. I reckon my whole class would just totally faint with envy at our next show-and-tell. So when are they coming for you? And HEY! You reckon I could come too?!!”

“I umm… Well, no. Probably not.” muttered Raggedydax. “See the problem is, there’s no more seats. And they didn’t, like … say exactly when they might be coming back.”

“So what are you going to do then?”

“Wait here pretending to be a litterbin, I suppose,” muttered the robot. “What else can I do?”

Just then the boy took a bite from something he’d been holding in his other hand.

“What is that you are eating, Mr Puddeny Tame?” Raggedydax asked.

“It’s a baked bean sandwich,” replied the boy. “I really like baked beans, only baked bean sandwiches make me fart, so whenever I have some my Mum makes me play outside.”

“May I have a taste of your baked beans, please?” asked Raggedydax, so Puddeny Tame put a couple in the robot’s mouth.

Fargle nuts!” yelled Raggedydax. “The best fargle nuts I have ever tasted!”

“Yeah. Fargle nuts,” the boy replied. “That’s what my Grandad calls them. But I’ll have to leave you now, Mister Slaggedy-bag, because we’re going to a surf carnival somewhere. I’ll check when we get back to see if you’re still here.

“That’s Raggedydax, if you recall,” the robot replied. “And I wish you didn’t have to go, because now I’ll be all alone again.”

“No you won’t,” said the boy. “Some other kids will come along for you to make friends with.” And with that he ran back along the path and disappeared around the bend.

So here I am once more, the robot thought sadly. All by myself again, waiting and waiting and waiting for Dinkle and Jamjar to come back and get me. I hope they won’t be too much longer. Maybe if I submerged myself in the quack pond and rusted for a while the time would pass more quickly.

But Raggedydax didn’t jump into the duck pond. And being totally waterproof and made of Supertuff Plastibond steel he wouldn’t have rusted anyway, even if he’d stayed there for a hundred years. Instead he powered-down his primary circuit board and all of his find-outerer detecting systems – which, for a super-advanced Grade-two Find-outerer Robot, was a bit like going off to sleep.

  • * *

The next morning, in the darkness which comes before the early twilight, way before the birds began twittering and long before anyone was moving around, Dinkle and Jamjar’s flying saucer came gliding down from space again, to where it landed in the park by the playground swings – again without any lights and so quietly that even Raggedydax missed hearing it come.

Nothing happened for quite a while after that, because inside the flying saucer Dinkle and Jamjar were arguing again over whose turn it was to push the big yellow button. This was their favourite button, for when it was pushed a whole lot of different coloured lights would start flashing and a ‘beep-beep-beeping’ sound would come until the loading ramp’s hatch-door had opened properly or had shut tight. The only problem was, whoever pushed the big yellow button then had to wait until the time after next before it was their turn to push it again.

By the time they’d decided it was Jamjar’s turn the sky outside was beginning lighten. Jamjar wasn’t happy about this and so only held the button down long enough to crack open the loading ramp’s hatch-door, just wide enough to let him see outside. He then got down on the floor to check if they were in the right place and if Raggedydax was there waiting for them.

“Let me look too,” said Dinkle, as he tried to push in. Then the two started pushing and shoving each other as they tried to see outside at the same time.

“Give me some room,” growled Jamjar. “All I can see is a big fat pink ear.”

“My ears are not fat,” Dinkle protested. “So are we in the right place?”

“I think so,” muttered Jamjar. “I can see the Do Not Feed The Ducks sign.”

Just then Dinkle’s foot accidentally touched the big red FIRE EMERGENCY button. It sent the hatch-door flying open and the loading ramp crashing to the ground.

Down the ramp the two of them tumbled, foot over ears, right to the bottom and across the grass to where Raggedydax The Robot was standing by the path.

“…We’re umm … here to take you back to Mugglepuddle,” said Jamjar, pretending nothing out of the ordinary had happened and that he wasn’t the slightest bit embarrassed as this was something they did quite often. He picked himself up and brushed off bits of grass.

Dinkle did the same. “That’s right,” he said. “We got your text message and the wild pumpkins pictures and decided to come straight back for you.”

“Yes,” added Jamjar. “As quick as we could. This Planet Earth place is too mixed up for our liking, Mr Raggedydax. Let’s get back to the flying saucer before anyone sees us.”

And so the three of them hurried back to the flying saucer and up the loading ramp as fast as their two big round feet and a dozen or so small robot wheels would take them.

Once safely inside, Dinkle and Jamjar started arguing again about whose turn it was to push the big yellow button. But Raggedydax was in a hurry to get going, so he went straight over to it and pressed it with his built-in telescopic “button-push” tool. Then all three went up to the flight deck. Dinkle and Jamjar sat down in their seats and fastened their seat belts, while Raggedydax locked himself into his battery charging dock.

And then, with everything ready and set, Jamjar pushed the big purple GO! button that started their Magic Whizzmatic Lego and Rubber Band Hyperspace-drive Engine, and with just the faintest of faint whispering sounds the three were on their way back to the planet of Mugglepuddle, way over on the other side of the Milky Way Galaxy … where they arrived just as Dinkle and Jamjar’s mothers were about to dish out their dinners.

And where might I ask is the rest of your Lego?” asked Jamjar’s mother as he went inside. “That Lego was a special gift from Grandma Stickwiggle, and you’ll not be having any supper until it is all back in the box where it belongs, my lad! So get to it!”

And in the house next door Mrs Macfloon was asking the same sort of question. “Just who do you think you are, Dinkle Macfloon, taking all my rubber bands? I can tell you now, young man, there’ll be no supper for you until every last one is back in the drawer. Those are my special rubber bands and I’ll not have you using them to make silly toys!”

 

  • * *

 

Old Mr Grundle was up early that morning – back on Earth. He was the Happy Days Holiday Park gardener, the person who looked after all the trees and flowers and lawns there, and who raked up all the leaves.

His ancient dog Hercules often helped by spreading the whole lot out again, and when he wasn’t helping with the leaves he was usually asleep on Mr Grundle’s front porch. Hercules never woke before nine o’clock, but on this particular morning he was barking his brains out even before the sun came up.

Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, old Mr Grundle had hobbled out to the porch to see what all the commotion was about. “Gosh-sh-sh, Hercules-s-s,” he said in his wobbly old voice, “That looks like a *flying*-ING SAUCER!!!

But when he put on his glasses to see better it was gone.

THE END

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


Raggedydax The Robot Comes To Planet Earth

  • Author: Lindsay Johannsen
  • Published: 2016-01-06 02:50:07
  • Words: 5469
Raggedydax The Robot Comes To Planet Earth Raggedydax The Robot Comes To Planet Earth