WINTER SPECIAL

 

THE FIRST SNOW

 

 

It was a usual, boring day.

All the usual boring things were happening.

"I'M BORED!!!" wailed Sally...
"ME TOOOO!!!!!!!" screeched Zoc Bar 12...
"What can we DO??" yelled Lucy...
 

 

"I KNOW!!!!"bellowed Sally, making everyone jump out of their slime.

"We'll phone Madame Tibette!"

Nobody was remotely thrilled at this, but they agreed. Eventually.

"Oh, very well!" sighed Zoc Bar. She took out her videophone.

(A videophone is a small screen. You dial the number, and you can see who you're talking to.)

Zoc Bar 12 dialed the number.
The screen stuttered, and for a split second came to a vision . .
Before resting on . . . . .

A blank screen!

 

 

"Fabulous." Zoccy said sarkily. "It's not working!"

Suddenly, a deep, hollow, booming voice was heard from the videophone;

WE ARE THE ALMIGHTY, POWERFUL GOBS, AND DON'T YOU DARE WALK AWAY!!!

WITHIN 14 DAYS AND NIGHTS ZOG WILL BE FROZEN SOLID, AND THEN THE WHOLE OF ZOG WILL BE OURS! HA HA HA HA HA !!!!

 

  "What.... was.... THAT? " shuddered Sally.

"Well, it wasn't Madame Tibette, THAT'S for sure!" replied Lucy. "But I wish I could hear it again!"

"Well," began Zoccy, proudly. " I recorded it down on this sheet of paper! We've GOT to show-"

"-Madame Tibette-" interpreted Sally.

"-telephone, this time!" finished Lucy.  

 

 

 

 

 

 

LATER....

"Yes, Madame Tibette, "It" said they were GOBS........Yes. No. OK, we'll come at 2 o'clock today, but you'll have to collect us. Bye!"

Zoc Bar put down the phone.

"M.T's going to collect in half an hour so we can tell her the WHOLE story."

"Great!" said Sally.

"Not so great!" replied Lucy. "I'm DREADING finding out what these things are!"

"C'mon Lucy! It's probably only a hoax!" Zoc Bar said.

 

 

 

  But she was wrong......

 

 

EVEN LATER

"Hello, you three!" greeted Madame Tibette cheerily "What monster is it THIS time?"

"Ha. Ha." Sally said sarkily.

"Seriously, Madame Tibette it was scary!" protested Zoc Bar 12

"I know. Hop in the saucer and you can tell me all about it...."

 

 

"We-ell," began Madame Tibette "I'm beginning to think this is.... similar.... to a case we had when my Great-Grandfather was young- but,no - they couldn't be - not - not -"

 

 

 

 

 

"NOT THE GOBS!!!

"NOT THE GOBBLING GOBS!!!

"WE'RE DOOMED!!!

 

It took an hour or so to get Madame Tibette to calm down, but eventually she told them.

"The Gobs are gigantic hyper-size mouths, and on their tongues are faces. The Gobs freeze everywhere they breathe on. We must set up Anti- Gob stations everywhere!!!"

Madame Tibette explained that an Anti-Gob station is a big hole in the ground where high power radiators crouch and defend everyone with the immense heat.

 

 

 

 

 

  The anti-Gob stations wre set up! They scanned the space around Zog with their powerful beams!
Ha ha ha!
But the Gobs were too powerful!!!!

THE anti-GOB stations had no effect!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

THE ANSWER

"I have an idea." began Lucy "My Dad's a Computer Programmer, and I have a feeling that the Gobs are some kind of virus infecting the videophone, e-mail and telephone system !!!!"

"Yes.....yes!!!" cried Madame Tibette. "By Zog, thats the answer!!"

"What? What??" we asked,

"Don't worry zoglets.... I have a cunning plan.........."

 

 

 

 

 

 

Five days later, the Gobs came soaring over the horizon, freezing everything in sight. Madame Tibette, meanwhile, had gone to the main computer on Zog!!!

WHirrrrrrrrrrrrr... Click.. Hummmm ....

"Now, children, listen." began Madame Tibette. "I am deleting all these files. "

"The Gobs are HOLOGRAMS! "

"They have no material existence at all!!"

"That is why the anti-Gob stations did not affect them!"

"When I delete it, the Gobs will warm up, and burn. In fact, they shall produce....."

Madame Tibette had no time to continue as Sally gave a squeal.

"LOOK!!!" she gaped "White stuff!! It's falling from the sky!!"

"Yes, Sally." replied a beaming Madame Tibette, "It is the.......

FIRST SNOW!!!!!" And from that day forward, one week a year, it snows on Zog.

 

 

 

 

   

 

 

 

 

"But who made them, Madam Tibette? Who wrote the programs?"

"I have my suspicions, Children. But that is for the future.."  

 

 

 

NEXT STORY!!

 

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