“We what?” Oliver Twistdrinker croaked, “Don’t you realise this is planet Nodrink? We won’t get off the Bugg.”
“Got any better ideas?” Hans Freifonin asked raising an eyebrow.
“Once we land and are taken to the dark lord, Parr Tee Pupa, we take him hostage and demand the release of Princess Toni Cawater and Sal Isa Lime.”
“Don’t be daft Twistdrinker,” scoffed Freifonin, “He will be surrounded by his Doommonger Guards, we’ll never get at him.”
“Then we will have to sneak in and try to find Princess Toni Cawater and Sal Isa Lime ourselves.”
Sucksherbert uttered a long string of grunts and squeaks.
“He says that when we smuggled a consignment of contraband Keiranovian Burble Fruit to some planet I can’t pronounce, he managed to purloin a cloaking device that he fitted to the Bugg and somehow forgot to tell me.”
“Brilliant! Let’s use it and land unseen.” Oliver Twistdrinker’s eyes were as bright as a bottle of Oliver Twist London Distilled Gin which his family had developed centuries before and after which he was named.
“Baa Mayd,” Hans Freifonin barked, “prepare to cloak.”
“Gotcha,” answered the computer.
“Cloak.” Said Freifonon with steely determination.
A bottle of dark liquid emerged from a slot in the control panel.
“No! No! No! Cloak…Cloak!”
“Sorry, I thought you said….”
“Never mind, just get on with it before those guys in that oversized beer can start taking pot-shots at us.”
“No need to be rude.”
“Will you get on with it?”
“Initiating cloaking….. Sir”
“Sucksherbert, land us somewhere near the Doommongers fortress, they are bound to be holding Princess Toni Cawater and Sal Isa Lime there.”
Sucksherbert answered with a low rumble and guided the now invisible Millennium Bugg toward Nodrink.
“What we need to do when we get there,” mused Hans Freifonin,” is get to the control centre, O T T 2 will be able to access main computer and tell us where they are holding them.”
“Won’t that be dangerous?” Anne Droidanset asked tremulously.
“Nah!” said Twistdrinker,”We just overpower a couple of guards on the outside, steal their weapons and shoot our way in.”
“We will need a diversion,” Hans Freifonin suggested.
“That’s where Anne Droidanset comes in,” Said Oliver Twistdrinker knowingly.
“Me?” Anne Droidanset’s rather metallic voice had raised an octave or two.
“You,” countered Hans Freifonin.
Sucksherbert nodded as sagely as was possible for a scaly lizard-like giant with no neck.
{ To be continued…….}
