Dangle

Sitting on his soft bed, Michael gazed at the smoke billowing from the factories. Suddenly, a silky smooth red rope shot down from the sky, in front of the factory. Sitting up, he felt confused. Where did this strange rope come from? Was it dangerous? Putting on a coat, scarf and hat, he decided to go and investigate. Stepping out of the door, he started to walk quickly towards the mountain where the strange rope had come from. At last, he arrived at the mountain. While he trudged up the mountain, soft snow crunched beneath his feet, while cold winter wind blew against his face. Finally, he saw the ruby red of the rope. Immediately, he felt a strong urge to pull it. Uncertainly, he reached out a hand, but he couldn’t do it, although he desperately wanted to. Eventually, his curiosity overcame his fear, and he reached out and pulled it. As quick as lightning, the rope wrapped itself around his hand and started to yank him upwards. Feeling himself whizzing up, he tried to pull his hand away, but it was stuck fast. He pulled and pulled, but he couldn’t get it off. Giving a yell of frustration, he tried to bite off the rope, but it didn’t work.

Then, the rope came to an end, and he was jerked upwards into a strange machine that looked like a spaceship, which was probably because it was a spaceship. Slowly, a blood-red alien thing with a body like a human, and a head in the shape of a sphere emerged from a hole, and said something that sounded like ‘take me to your leader’.

“Eh?” said Michael, with a confused expression.

Looking annoyed with himself, the alien creature handed Michael a necklace with a kind of hypnotising green jewel on the end. Oh, that’s nice. The alien wants to be friends with me! The jewel must be a present, thought Michael, putting on the necklace. All of a sudden, he could understand what the alien was saying.

“Take me to your leader.” said the alien.

“The king?” asked Michael.

“Yes, yes, if your leader is king, take me to king.” said the alien.

“Uh…well…why do you want the king?” asked Michael.

“We need to eat. Our people are hungry.” said the alien.

“Well you need food, not kings!!!” exclaimed Michael.

“We only have blood. Royal blood, not normal blood. Definitely not food, whatever food is.” said the alien.

Argh!!! Thought Michael. I’ve somehow been abducted by aliens, and now I need to persuade the king to get himself eaten! What is happening to me?! Well, I just need to somehow get out of here and then I’ll be fine, thought Michael, trying to calm himself. First, I’ll create some chaos. Running up and down the ship, Michael started yelling and screaming. The guards took hold of him, and threw him into a prison cell. “Well, I guess I’ll have to stay here forever” thought Michael miserably, kicking his foot against the wall of the prison in frustration. Just then, he noticed a metal spoon jumping around the cell, trying to get his attention.

My life is getting crazier and crazier!!! He thought. I’m abducted by aliens, told by an alien to take him to my leader, been trapped in an alien prison, and now a magic spoon is leaping around my cell!

“Escape! Let’s escape!” squeaked the spoon, nuzzling into his hair.

What the…? How can I understand this spoon? Then, he remembered the necklace, which let him understand any language. “Ah,” he thought, “must be a language for spoons.”

“Who are you?” asked Michael, glad he had a companion in his prison.

“Me is Pim-Pom Pimbly Pom Pah PimPah Pooh Pah Peeh Pom Pam Pimply Pom Primbly Pom Pang!!! exlaimed Pim-Pom Pimbly Pom Pah PimPah Pooh Pah Peeh Pom Pam Pimply Pom Primbly Pom Pang proudly.

“Hmmm…I think I’ll just call you Pim-pom, said Michael.

“No you call me by FULL NAME. Or else you in BIG BIG BIG trouble. Understand?” he asked fiercly.

“Yes, fine, Pim-Pom Pimbly Pom Pah PimPah Pooh Pah Peeh Pom Pam Pimply Pom Primbly Pom Pang” sighed Michael.

“Me is not Pim-Pom Pimbly Pom Pah PimPah Pooh Pah Peeh Pom Pam Pimply Pom Primbly Pom Pang. Me is Pim-Pom Pimbly Pom Pah PimPah Pooh Pah Peeh Pom Pam Pimply Pom Primbly Pom Pang,” shrieked the small spoon, karate kicking Michael on the forehead.

“Sorry! Um…Pim-Pom Pimbly Pom Pah PimPah Pooh Pah Peeh Pom Pam Pimply Pom Primbly Pom Pang?” exlaimed Michael.

“So, how are we gonna escape? he asked.

“Well, me can escape easy-peasy-lemon squeezy, because me is very tiny.” he said, smirking at Michael.

“But, since me is so so kind and so so brave, me will help you escape too.”

“Me will run between bars of prison cell and grab key, while you make distraction so guards no notice me.” said Pim-Pom Pimbly Pom Pah PimPah Pooh Pah Peeh Pom Pam Pimply Pom Primbly Pom Pang, with pride.

“Me is genius, isn’t I?”

“Yes, yes, off you go, get the key.” huffed Michael.

OH NO!!! I DON’T KNOW WHAT I SHOULD DO FOR THE DISTRACTION!!! He thought, a wave of panic hitting him. Meh, I’ll just, ummm… do whatever, he thought.

Quickly, he started waving his hands around, while screaming and shouting.

All the guards turned to glare at him, while the chief gave him a stony look. Sighing, he turned to speak to the others. In that short amount of time, Pim-Pom Pimbly Pom Pah PimPah Pooh Pah Peeh Pom Pam Pimply Pom Primbly Pom Pang (the spoon, in case you’ve forgotten) jumped up, and unlocked the door with the key. Grinning, he ran down the corridor, into the mini UFO room.

“Whichum shall we pickum?” asked Pim-Pom Pimbly Pom Pah PimPah Pooh Pah Peeh Pom Pam Pimply Pom Primbly Pom Pang.

“I like the look of the one with the glowing green rim” said Michael.

Agreeing, Pim-Pom leapt inside, with Michael stumbling after. Suddenly, a load of guards started trooping down the corridor.

“Stop them!” yelled the chief.

Pim-Pom Pimbly Pom Pah PimPah Pooh Pah Peeh Pom Pam Pimply Pom Primbly Pom Pang began hitting strange looking buttons at full speed.

“Wha-?! How do you know how to control this…thing?” exlaimed Michael in shock.

“Spoons are smart.” explained Pim-Pom.

As they zoomed into space, Michael saw some cool-looking spacecraft soaring towards them.

He didn’t think it was a good time to start humming the star-wars theme tune.