In the viewing theatre, the friends watched the progress of
the Alien Pilot by remote. "There he goes," said Lapinette. "How did you manage to track him?" "I left a drone in space," said the
Wabbit. "I suppose you kept it in your fur," smiled Lapinette. "Of course not," said the Wabbit, "it would be too prickly." They could just make out the Alien
Pilot in his pod and Skratch thrashed his tail. "I got to quite like him," he
said. "I hope he doesn’t crash." "I’m sure the Pilot will find his way to the
Planet OGLE," said the Wabbit. "But what about the space currency?" asked Lapinette. "Will
he be able to use it?" Pio Pulcinella the
Puppet shook his head. "I’m uncertain. It was a prototype space currency. No-one really
knows." They all looked at each other. "He might be really rich then," purred Skratch. "It’s all about confidence," said Pio. "So we’ll let the intergalactic banks worry." "Wabbit, what did you do with the 79 trillion euro you borrowed from the Department?" asked
Lapinette. "I put it on overnight deposit," said the Wabbit. "Wabbit!" yelled Lapinette. "Oh, it’s back in the vaults," said the Wabbit, "Exactly as it was?" "More or less," said the Wabbit. "Own up!" shouted Lapinette. "I slipped some monopoly money in with it." Lapinette was too far away to kick the Wabbit’s
shins. "Why would you do that?" she sighed. "To see what happens!" grinned
the Wabbit.
Friday, February 08, 2013
Thursday, February 07, 2013
4. The Wabbit's Currency Deal
The Alien Pilot made his way to Pluto Park where Pio
Pulcinella waited to convert the Wabbit’s 79 trillion euro, quietly borrowed from the treasury vaults at
the Department. As usual, Pluto Park was deserted. No-one there ever looked up, so the asteroid went unnoticed. "You look strange," said the Pilot to the waiting figure. "Which planet are you from?" "Napoli," said Pio. "Is it distant?" asked the Pilot. "Light years," said Pio. "Let’s
see the colour of your currency," said the Pilot. Pio flipped the units and they
span into the Pilot's waiting hand. "These are Squids," said Pio. "The Semi-Quasi
Universal Intergalactic Denomination is fully transferable in participating
planets from Andromeda to the Sombrero Galaxy." "Not here?" said the Pilot. "No," said Pio, "This is an unbearably provincial planet, not for the likes of us." "Then I must be off," said the Pilot. Pio waved
farewell then paused. "Please drop off the asteroid at Planet OGLE-2005-BLG-390Lb." Pio smiled. "Here’s another
50 Squid for your trouble." The Pilot stuffed his pockets with Squids and turned to
go – but he suddenly turned back. "Perhaps
I’ll visit your planet some day." He proffered a hand and Pio clasped it firmly. "The
Planet Napoli will welcome you with a warm embrace," said Pio. "Does your planet have a motto? asked the Pilot. "See Napoli and Die," said Pio, "so I wouldn't delay." "I hate delay," said the Pilot hurrying off.
Wednesday, February 06, 2013
3. The Wabbit and the Video Link
Skratch the Cat showed the Alien Pilot into a rather sordid-looking viewing theatre in the Via Nizza, locking the door behind him. "Take a
seat, the Wabbit will be with you soon." The screen lit up and loudspeakers hissed. "This is a two-way link, Mr Pilot," said the Wabbit in an echoing voice. "You may speak now." The
Pilot stared at the screen. "Where’s my money?" he shouted. For a moment the screen flickered. "You made a deal," yelled the
Pilot. "I did point you in my direction," lied the Wabbit, "but where is the
valuable asteroid real estate?" "Hidden," said the Pilot. "That won't do," said the Wabbit, "because location is everything." "I want cash," said the Pilot. "Life is short and so is money," laughed Skratch. The Pilot looked at him threateningly. "My asteroid is composed of valuable material and I want compensation." "It must be mined," said the Wabbit. "You need a licence," said Skratch" "I want 79 trillion," said the Pilot. "Did I say net or gross?" asked the Wabbit. "You always say gross,
Wabbit," advised Skratch helpfully. "Then take it or leave it!" shouted the Wabbit. "Aaaaagh!" scowled the Pilot and he struck a fist on his seat. The Wabbit smiled
sickeningly from the screen. "Listen carefully, Pilot. I will pay, but you have to take it to a designated place for conversion - unless you want euro." "I’d rather die," said the Pilot. "I have a licence for that," said the Wabbit.
Tuesday, February 05, 2013
2. Skratch and the Alien Outfitter
Skratch found the Alien Pilot in a remote spot, because that
was the sort of thing he did well – no one knew exactly how. "Do you like your new suit?" asked Skratch, "it’s
the best I could find and worth a king’s ransom!" "I hate kings," said the Pilot. "Well, a
president then," said Skratch, "it’s all the same in business." "Now look, cat!" said
the Pilot, "I want my money and I want it soon." "Well the Wabbit has it for you,
safe and sound," said Skratch, "he knew you’d arrive here." "Then where is he?" groaned the Pilot." "Oh, that’s for me to know and you to consider," purred Skratch, "but
he’s quite the wheeler-dealer. He knows a good wheel and the right person
to appreciate just how round the wheel is." "What do you get out of this?" asked the
Pilot suspiciously. "A small fee, nothing much," purred Skratch. "I do it
for love really, a kind of hobby." The Pilot snorted. "I hate hobbies!" "Everyone
should have a hobby," said Skratch, "you need to get outside yourself, let out
your corsets." The Pilot snarled. "I hate ...” he shouted. " ... corsets!" finished Skratch. "Let’s be on our way. The Wabbit is waiting." "I wouldn’t like
to keep that Wabbit waiting," sneered the Pilot. "He can be tetchy," said Skratch, "so we won’t be late." "We don’t have an actual appointment," sighed the Pilot. "Yes, I’m afraid we do," said Skratch. "I hate
appointments," said the Pilot.
Monday, February 04, 2013
1. The Wabbit and the Alien News
The Wabbit gazed enthralled at a map he'd borrowed from Susan the Biplane’s cockpit, but not for long. "Commander, you need a different map," said Wabsworth in excitement. "I already know Turin, Wabsworth," murmured the Wabbit. "I need no map." "You don’t know
what’s happening!" said Wabsworth, raising his voice. "There’s an alien!" "Any particular alien?" enquired the Wabbit. Wabsworth was
aghast. "Four eyes, eight ears, space suit, scowly look!" Lapinette
turned to the Wabbit. "You did say the Alien Pilot might pop up anywhere," she
said and kicked him under the table. "Here isn’t anywhere!" yelled Skratch. "Here’s here!" The
Wabbit thought very long and very hard. And then he spoke. "Good grief," said the Wabbit. "Of all the towns in all
the universe, he had to appear in mine!" "We have to find him and quickly," said
Lapinette. "Well, he’s looking for us," said the Wabbit, "or more precisely, his money." Lapinette shook a paw. "How much did you tell him the asteroid was worth?" "79
trillion euro," said the Wabbit. "And the rest!" groaned Skratch. "The Wabbit suddenly grinned. "We could pay him
the 79 trillion." Lapinette stared. "Kind
of," smirked the Wabbit. Lapinette’s eyes shot in the air. "Then we could send
him to our special contact who will convert the currency." The Wabbit shook with
mirth. "He already fell for that one," said Skratch. "I’m getting to that," laughed the Wabbit. "You’re sinister," said
Lapinette.
Friday, February 01, 2013
10. Wabsworth and Something Curious
Wabsworth, the Wabbit’s android double, was merely hopping
through the porticos to pass the time of day when he heard two things. One was
the drone of Susan the Biplane bringing the Wabbit home from space. The other
was a strange conversation in which the Wabbit was mentioned. Wabsworth shuffled
behind a pillar and listened carefully. "I seek a John Kepler," said the
Alien Pliot. "Commander Wabbit says he is interested in buying my asteroid." "You’re
not a local," said Copernicus, "so just how did you get here?" "One second I was in slipstream drive," said
the Pilot, "and the next I was sitting here with you." There was an awkward silence. "I want my money," said the Pilot. "Well you won't get it from Kepler," said
Copernicus, "he’s always completely broke." "That Wabbit!" shouted the Pilot. "I never trust them myself," said Copernicus. "Can I interest you in a drink?" "My only interest is
is financial," said the Pilot. "I can’t help you there," said Copernicus, "but might
I enquire exactly what is an asteroid?" "Usually, it’s a body that orbits elliptically
around a planet." "Heavens," said Copernicus and lifted his
drink. "I know all about that, so
here’s to revolutions!" He drained his drink and called for another. "That Wabbit
is here," muttered the Pilot, "I can feel it in my conduits." Copernicus shook his head, then pointed. "I’m unfamiliar with Turin, but
look! Isn’t that a wabbit over there?" But Wabsworth had gone.
Thursday, January 31, 2013
9. The Wabbit & the Peaceful Blue Planet
Susan the Biplane dropped out of slipstream and the Wabbit
looked down. "Africa!" said the Wabbit. "Soon be home, Sir," said Susan, "perhaps
there’s a Welcoming Committee." "Carrot aperitivi all round," murmured the Wabbit.
Susan banked suddenly but the Wabbit kept his eyes on the blue planet. "It looks so peaceful from up here," he said. The radio crackled noisily. "Commander Wabbit,
this is Wabbit Control, over." "Commander Wabbit receiving you loud and clear. Pleased
to be back, over." smiled the Wabbit. "Report for a debriefing," said
Control, "and leave that meteorite with the Lab." The Wabbit scowled and he pretended to make
static sounds. "Control, I didn’t quite ... crick, whoosh, crackle." The Wabbit switched the radio off. "Atmospherics, what can you do?" "Did you want to
keep the meteorite, Sir?" "Yes, it might
come in handy," said the Wabbit. "What for, Sir?" said Susan. "I haven’t the faintest
idea," said the Wabbit, yawning. "We’ll be a while, Sir," stated Susan, "would you like a nap?" "Yes I
am feeling sleepy," said the Wabbit and he snuggled down in the cockpit. "Where
would you like to wake up, Sir?" said Susan. The Wabbit’s voice was quiet. "On a
beach," he murmured. “And who would you like beside you?" Susan could hardly hear his reply but she thought she heard him say, "Lovely
Lapincroft." The Wabbit was fast asleep.
Wednesday, January 30, 2013
8. The Wabbit and the Silence of Tractors
Back with Susan the Biplane, the Wabbit engaged the tractor
beam and locked it to the Alien Pilot’s asteroid. "I wish I could hear the tractor beam," said the
Wabbit. "There’s no sound in space, Sir," answered Susan. "Oh, I know - isn’t it a
pest!" said the Wabbit. Silently, the tractor beam pulled the asteroid across
space and then, when it reached the Wabbit’s coordinates, reversed thrust. Now powered by Susan’s quantum engines, the asteroid glowed blue in the slipstream tunnel - and it shimmered as it headed for Andromeda and Planet OGLE TR
56B. The Wabbit watched for a while and then he murmured, "Cut the slipstream drive,
Susan." "Sir?" queried Susan. "That’s an
order Susan," snapped the Wabbit and he looked into deep space. He could just make out the smallest of blips
on the event horizon as Susan terminated the drive. A silence fell as Susan programmed coordinates
for home. "Sir?" she asked. "Yes," said the Wabbit. "There
is no firm of Kepler, Copernicus and Brahe, Sir." The Wabbit grinned. "I made it up!" "That was fibbing sir," responded Susan. "It’s in my job description," said the Wabbit, shaking his head at the thought of his annual review. Susan persisted. "What will happen to
the Pilot?" "He’ll pop up somewhere," shrugged the Wabbit. "Won’t
his employers be looking for their property?" asked Susan. "I suppose they will," laughed the Wabbit. "Well now they’ll be looking for us," said Susan.
Tuesday, January 29, 2013
7. The Wabbit & the Spiders from Mars
The Wabbit rose and hopped rapidly from the bridge. "I won’t
mess with the red spiders from Mars," he said, shaking his head. Outside, Marshall Duetta Spyder and her cohorts
began to weigh heavily on the structure and the Pilot’s craft shook violently. Interior lights dimmed as more and more spiders
clung to the fuselage. The Wabbit
looked back alarmed. "They’ll asset-strip your asteroid until there’s hardly a spare
quark left," he hissed. "So I’m off while I still have fur. Stay if you
like." "Stop!" shouted the Pilot. The Wabbit hesitated and stared steadily. "About
that trade?" grimaced the Pilot. "We'll see, but it's difficult now," muttered the
Wabbit. "You really shouldn’t have waited." "Don’t leave me to these spiders," said the
Pilot, "I hate spiders." The Wabbit
considered, then appeared to come to a decision. "Just give me time to get back to my craft and we’ll fix you in our tractor beam." "Then?" asked the Pilot. "Slipstream drive to the Planet Ogle -you'll be there in a trice." "Where’s Ogle?" said the
Pilot. "Ogle-TR-56b," said the Wabbit. "John Kepler of Kepler, Copernicus and Brahe
will meet you." The Pilot gazed at the
spiders and shifted uncomfortably. "How will I know this Kepler?" "Have no fear," said the Wabbit, "he’ll keep an eye open for you."
Monday, January 28, 2013
6. The Wabbit & the Value of Asteroids
The Wabbit took a seat. "You might know who I am, Pilot," he said, "but you don't know what you’ve got." The Pilot shook his head and the Wabbit winked. "How much are you paid?" he asked, baldly. "Not enough to deal with the likes of you," said the Pilot. The Wabbit laughed. "You’re
sitting on a desirable piece of real estate." "It’s just an asteroid," sighed the Pilot. The Wabbit laughed again in a particularly irritating laugh that he kept for
special occasions. "It’s worth 79 trillion of our euro coins." With a flick of
his paw, the Wabbit produced a sparkling meteorite and thrust it under the nose of the Pilot. "This chunk flew off when we
arrived," he smiled. "But since you don’t value it, I’ll just keep it in my fur." The Wabbit
tucked it away. The Pilot was silent for some time and then he snarled. "And how would I realise my asset?" "I have contacts," said the Wabbit. The Pilot blinked with four eyes. "How do I find them?" "We’ll send you
in our slipstream drive using a reverse tractor beam," said the Wabbit, "then my trader will pay you handsomely for your bijou M-class asteroid." The Pilot began
to shake his head. "I don’t like the sound of it," he grunted. "Take it or leave
it," drawled the Wabbit, "but you’ll be sorry." "Oh do me a favour," scoffed the Pilot. "I’ve
heard of you and your rabbit tricks." The Wabbit fidgeted, then abruptly looked up with a
look of horror. "No!" he exclaimed. "Look over there!"
Friday, January 25, 2013
5. The Wabbit and the Alien Pilot
The Wabbit hopped to the structure and gazed inside. "Hullo!" he said in the worst Glasgow accent he could do. "Would yez spare
a wee tate aviation fuel for a wee bit rabbit?" "I hate rabbits," said The Pilot. "Ach,
ah know what ye mean," said the Wabbit and he waved a paw. "No animosity, by the
way." "What do you really want?" said the
Pilot. "Company," said the Wabbit thinking on his feet. "The time of day, a wee bit craic." "Go
away," said the Pilot. A silence fell, only to be interrupted by the Wabbit. "Are ye up for a gala dinner?" "I hate gala dinners," said the Pilot, "so be off
with you. I must coalesce with the Planet Earth shortly." "Planet Earth?" said the
Wabbit. "Surely not?" "Why not?" asked the Pilot. "Awful place," said the Wabbit. "I wouldnae go there if it was the last place in the Universe." "Continue," said the Pilot. "The place is used
up," said the Wabbit, "It’s a weed awa’. Nasty clarty
planet!" The Pilot’s eyes flickered. "I will complete my task." "Think better of it," said the Wabbit. There was a pause while the Pilot made an adjustment to his
intercom. The Wabbit was impatient and knocked loudly. "There’s a better place
than Earth!" he shouted. "Where?" asked the Pilot. "Uranus," smiled the Wabbit. The Pilot suddenly
turned. "I hate Uranus!" "Och!" said the Wabbit. The Pilot scowled. "And I know
who you are, Commander Wabbit ..."
Thursday, January 24, 2013
4. The Drunken Rabbit Manoeuvre
Susan the Biplane closed on the asteroid and orbited for a closer look. "Whoa! That looks unusual," said the Wabbit. "What sort of
creature lives in a house like that?" Susan continued her orbit." I think I can make out detail, Sir." The Wabbit stared at the structure. "We’d
better investigate," he said finally. "Do you want me to land, Sir?" asked Susan. "Hang on Susan, Let’s give a false impression, just to be on the safe side." Susan
orbited again. "You trained at Wabbit Air Arm?" asked the Wabbit." "I did, Sir." "Then you know the manoeuvre
called the Drunken Rabbit?" "Yes Sir, but
it’s reserved for senior officers and reckless students." "Drunken Rabbit, that’s
an order!" hissed the Wabbit. Susan threw
herself high and dived straight down. "Stall! stall! stall!" yelled
the Wabbit with glee. "Bank angle! Bank
angle!" yelled Susan and she calmly twisted sideways and spiralled towards the
ground. "Perhaps you'd like the controls, Sir," gasped Susan. "I certainly
would," said the Wabbit. Snow loomed white as the Wabbit headed for the largest
drift he could see. Then he lifted Susan's nose, climbed, levelled and flew six
metres from the surface, barely missing the strange structure. "Brr, it’s cold," said
the Wabbit, propelling the plane upwards. "I saw a shape," said Susan. "Someone’s in," said the Wabbit. "Make 'em
think we’re really stupid." The air screw
whined and blasted snow to all sides as Susan hurtled straight into a
snowdrift.
Wednesday, January 23, 2013
3.The Wabbit and the Rogue Asteroid
"Where is it?" asked the Wabbit. "My coordinates say it should
be here." "Behind you Sir," said Susan the Biplane. "Oh," said the Wabbit. "Creepy thing." The Wabbit had a think about what to do and he hung from the biplane and pondered. "What do asteroids usually do?" he thought. "Asteroids are minor planets orbiting around celestial bodies," said Susan. "Why does everyone know what I’m thinking!" snapped the Wabbit. "Independent thought, Commander," said Susan, diplomatically. "Well,
this one isn’t orbiting. It has a definite trajectory. It's almost as if it has a
mind of its own," growled the Wabbit. "Sometimes they seem to," said Susan, "but technically it’s just a lump of rock." "Maybe." The Wabbit hummed a tune. "You can knock be-bop and you can knock
swing. Say what you want about any old thing." "Commander?" said Susan. "But don't knock the rock," said the Wabbit. Susan
wheeled and now that he was the right way round, the Wabbit looked properly. The asteroid was big, rugged and mean. "It's getting bigger, we’re in its way," suggested the Wabbit. "Do you have visiting cards?" asked Susan.
The Wabbit laughed. "Yes, they say 'The Wabbit called but you were out. Please ensure you are in the next time.'" "Perfect" said Susan and she orbited around the asteroid. "There’s a landing place!" pointed
the Wabbit.
Monday, January 21, 2013
2. When the Wabbit met Susan
"Here we go again," said the Wabbit. Then as an afterthought. "How are you feeling, Susan?" "Bristol fashion Sir!" said Susan the Biplane eagerly. The Wabbit let some time elapse. "Your first mission, Cadet?" he murmured. "Raring to go, Sir," said
Susan. The Wabbit waited a long time and then barked suddenly "List specifications,
Cadet!" "Bio-atmosphere,
gravity field, shield and stealth cloak." "What about quantum slipstream drive?" asked
the Wabbit. "Yes Sir, sorry Sir," said Susan. The Wabbit relaxed in his seat and dangled
a paw out of the cockpit. "How fast is it?" "It's 9.999945, Sir." The Wabbit pretended to consider
coordinates. Then he said in a low voice. "Any reprimands
on your record, Cadet?" "One, Sir!" replied Susan. The Wabbit leaned back. "I landed on a motorbike race, Sir." The Wabbit hid a smile. "What happened
Cadet?" "I won Sir," said Susan. There was a long pause. "I’ve considered the
matter," said the Wabbit. "Yes Sir," said Susan mournfully. "You’re promoted to
Captain. Now remind me, what will
that slipstream drive do? "It’s still 9.999945
Sir," "Then go for 10," said the Wabbit, “we're hunting asteroids!" "Knock knock," said Susan confidently. "Who’s
there?" smiled the Wabbit. "Nasty," said Susan." "Nasty who?" sighed the Rabbit. "Nastyroid!" yelled Susan. There was a lurch and the Wabbit’s ears flattened as the little biplane dived into a sub space tunnel.
Friday, January 18, 2013
1. The Wabbit & the Impossible Mission
The Wabbit responded to Lapinette's invitation to meet
him in a secret location near the railway station. "We’ve had alarming news," said
Lapinette. "Alarming," repeated the Wabbit, striking the fuselage of an old plane. "Yes it is!" sighed Lapinette." "I see," murmured the Wabbit, "so why did you invite me to
this draughty hangar?" Lapinette hopped
slightly. "An asteroid is on a collision course with earth and it's heading straight
for Turin." "Turin," mused the Wabbit and he silently continued to investigate the
plane. "You have to stop it," yelled Lapinette.
The Wabbit fidgeted. "I don’t do asteroids," he said. "You do now," said Lapinette, "because
no one else will." A silence fell. "This asteroid," said the Wabbit suddenly. "What’s its name?" "Fred!" snapped Lapinette. The Wabbit looked up. "That’s different, I changed my mind," he said. "How will I get to it?" Lapinette
drew herself up to her full height. "This," she stated firmly, "is your plane." The
Wabbit looked all round. He tapped the fuselage and it made a hollow, wooden sound. "I can’t go into space in this," he announced. "It’s all we could find at short notice," said Lapinette. The Wabbit kicked a tyre and pointed at the
plane. "I can’t remember its name," he said. "Susan!" yelled Lapinette. The Wabbit brightened. "Oh
all right," he decided. "But is Susan pressurised?" "I don’t know anything about her feelings," growled Lapinette.
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