Read Zombie Bums from Uranus Online
Authors: Andy Griffiths
Zack could hear the ladder creaking as Eleanor and the other bum-fighters began their descent.
He felt terrible betraying them like this.
Suddenly there was a loud crash and the bum-fighters landed in a sprawling heap right next to him.
âGet off me, you idiot!' said Eleanor.
âWhy don't you get off me, you idiot!' said the Flicker.
âDon't call me an idiot!' said Eleanor.
âI'm not talking to you, you idiot!' said the Flicker. âI'm talking to the Forker.'
âI'm not an idiot!' said the Forker.
âYes, you are,' said the Flicker. âYou're sitting on my towel, you idiot.'
âLanguage!' said the Pincher.
âPincher!' said the Forker. âAre you okay?'
âI'm okay,' said the Pincher. âBut I'd be a lot better if you'd all get off me!'
Eleanor was the first to extract herself.
âZack!' she said. âWe came as soon as we could! The Forker saw you and your bum being bumnapped. He woke us all and we followed you in the bum-mobile. Any idea where the bumnappers are?'
Zack nodded.
âWhere?' said Eleanor.
âRight here,' said the Prince, stepping forward.
âAt your service!' said Maurice.
Eleanor swung around. âYou parasites!' she hissed. âI thought you were dead!'
âWhen the wedge-tailed bum-eater dropped me into its nest I thought I was too!' said the Prince. âI had ten baby wedge-tailed bum-eaters with razor-sharp beaks snapping around my cheeks . . . but they didn't realise who they were dealing with. And Maurice, well, I'm not saying he's fat,
but he's got enough blubber on him to protect him from a little fall . . . or a big one for that matter.'
âAre you saying I'm fat?' said Maurice.
âYes,' said the Prince.
âThank you,' said Maurice. âIt's very kind of you to say so. Very, very kind.'
âWhere in the univarse are we?' said the Forker. âThis place stinks!'
âManners!' said Gran.
âIt's quite all right,' said the Prince. âNo offence taken. Our home may be humble but you are all very welcome, aren't they, Maurice?'
âVery welcome, Prince,' said Maurice. âVery, very welcome.'
âWho are these bums, anyway?' said the Flicker. âAre they zombies?'
The Prince looked pained. He spat. He looked impatiently at Maurice.
Maurice took his cue. He spat too.
âZombie bums?!' exclaimed the Prince. âNow I DO take offence! The lowest of the low!'
âThe lowest of the lowest of the low!' intoned Maurice.
âNo, they're not zombie bums,' said Eleanor, levelling a 4502 Laxative Launcher at them, âjust a couple of bums who are about to die.'
âLeave it to me,' said the Flicker, twirling his towel. âI'll have them flicked in no time.'
âNo!' said the Forker, fingering the array of forks strapped across his chest. âLet me. I can fork faster than you can flick.'
âOh yeah?' said the Flicker. âI can flick faster than you can fork!'
âLanguage!' said Gran.
âYour friends aren't very friendly,' said the Prince.
âNo,' said Eleanor, âand neither am I. Let go of Zack's bum and stand back against the wall.'
To Eleanor'sâand Zack'sâgreat surprise, the Prince and Maurice did exactly that.
âThank you,' said Eleanor, sweetly. âNow, do you have any last words before I blow you both apart?'
âI wouldn't do that if I were you,' said the Prince coolly.
âGive me one good reason why I shouldn't,' said Eleanor, her finger tightening on the trigger of her bum-gun.
âI can give you a thousand!' said the Prince. âAnd Maurice can give you a thousand more, can't you, Maurice?'
âThousands and thousands and thousands!' said Maurice.
âI'm all ears,' said Eleanor.
âThen listen,' said the Prince. âAnd you'll hear them.'
âWhat?' said Eleanor, and then she froze.
Curious noises began to echo around them.
In the blackness beyond the small patch of dim light they were standing in, Zack began to make out a vast sea of writhing, glistening shapes slithering towards them.
He knew exactly what they were, he'd seen them beforeâin the bumcano.
Maggots.
Giant maggots.
But as they drew closer, Zack realised that these giant maggots made the giant maggots he'd seen in the bumcano seem tiny in comparison. These maggots were mutantsâsome of them three metres long and at least half a metre wide.
Zack and the other bum-fighters shrank back as the mutant maggots crowded around them. They slid in from all sides, completely cutting off any possibility of reaching the access ladder.
âDon't worry,' said the Forker, fingering his forks with his forking hand. âI'll have them forked in no time.'
âNo!' said the Flicker, twirling his towel. âForking's too good for mutant maggots. Let me flick them!'
âThat's not a good idea,' said the Prince. âYou'd never make it out alive.'
âYou little fink!' said Eleanor.
âLanguage!' said Gran. âIf you can't say something nice, then it's better not to say anything at all.'
âBut he
is
a fink!' said Eleanor. âHe trapped us!'
âThink of it not so much as a trap as an invitation,' said the Prince.
âAn invitation for what?' asked the Forker. âTo become maggot-food?'
âOh no,' said the Prince.
âOh no, no, no,' said Maurice.
âAn invitation to help our Master,' said the Prince.
âThe Great White Bum is dead,' said Zack. âRemember the bumcano? The explosion? It's dead!'
âThat was our old master,' said the Prince, wiping a tear from his eye. âBut we have a new master now.
And we'd very much like you to meet him. He's
very
keen to meet you, isn't he, Maurice?'
âOh yes, sir, he is very keen. Very, very keen indeed. Very, very, very, very . . .'
âThat will do, Maurice,' said the Prince.
âWell, where is he?' asked Eleanor.
âHe approaches now,' said the Prince, and he turned, bowed and removed his crown. The others turned to look in the same direction and saw a small figure dragging itself through the maggots towards them.
âWhat is it?' whispered Eleanor.
âI don't know,' said Zack, âbut it's giving me the creeps.'
Zack glanced across at Mabel's Angels. The Forker had his hand on one of his biggest forks, ready to draw. The Flicker was slowly twirling a towel in each hand. And judging from her smile and her twitching fingers, it was clear that Gran was relishing the prospect of a mutant-maggot pinching spree.
As the figure drew closer, Zack could see that it was completely wrapped in hessianâeven its head.
Finally it stopped and the maggots moved in close, gently rubbing themselves against it.
âWelcome to the Maggotorium!' said the creature in a soft voice. âI am the Maggot Lord. The
Mutant
Maggot Lord. It's very kind of you to come and it's always nice to see old friends.'
Zack frowned. Old friends? What did he mean, old friends? He'd never even seen a Maggot Lord beforeâespecially not a Mutant Maggot Lordâand he'd certainly never been friends with one. And yet, he did have to admit that there was something familiar about his polite and charming manner.
âGet to the point,' said Eleanor. âWhy are we here?'
âBecause I have a proposition for you,' said the Mutant Maggot Lord.
âWell, what a coincidence,' said Eleanor, âbecause I've got a proposition for you. Why don't you take your mutant maggots and your little toady bums and shove them right up your mutated . . .'
The Mutant Maggot Lord blanched.
âLanguage, young lady!' said Gran.
âHear me out,' said the Mutant Maggot Lord. âThat is all I ask.'
âAll right,' said the Forker, gripping his fork so hard that his knuckles were white. âJust get on with it.'
âMy pleasure,' said the Mutant Maggot Lord. âI understand that the planet is currently in the process of being zombie-bummified by zombie bums from Uranus.'
âLanguage!' said Gran.
âI mean the planet, dear lady,' said the Mutant Maggot Lord.
âOh,' said Gran. âThat's all right then. I thought you meant . . .'
âAnd conventional bum-fighting methods are useless against them,' continued the Mutant Maggot Lord. âAm I correct?'
âMostly,' admitted the Forker. âWe managed to melt some . . . but . . .'
The Mutant Maggot Lord finished his sentence for him. âBut you're fighting a losing battle, am I right?'
Nobody answered.
âAm I not wrong?' demanded the Mutant Maggot Lord again.
âYou're right,' admitted Gran, reluctantly.
âMy intelligence is good,' said the Mutant Maggot Lord. He reached out a wizened handâwell, at least Zack thought it was a handâand patted the Prince. âYou have served me well.'
At the Mutant Maggot Lord's touch the Prince seemed to go weak at the knees.
âAnd your point is?' said Eleanor, looking like she was about to be sick.
âI believe we can help each other,' said the Mutant Maggot Lord. âI have a vast army of mutant maggotsâas you can seeâand they have a vast appetite. The Prince and Maurice do their best to procure what road-kill they can, but there is, of course, never enough to go around.' He said this sadly, patting the head of one of his maggots as he did so.
âNever enough of what, exactly?' said Eleanor.
âWell,' said the Mutant Maggot Lord, âbeing maggots, they need dead flesh.' He paused for his words to sink in. â
Lots
of dead flesh.'
Eleanor leaned forward, suddenly interested. âLike zombie bums?' she said.
The Mutant Maggot Lord nodded. âThey would do very nicely,' he said, raising his mutated hand underneath his hessian shroud to touch his mouth.
The gesture reminded Zack of someone, but he still couldn't think who it could be.
âSo what do you want with us?' said Gran. âWhy don't you take them up to the surface and let them have their fill?'
âAh,' said the Mutant Maggot Lord, raising a hand to his mouth again. âThat's where I have a little problem . . . I mean,
we
have a little problem. You see, my precious babies don't have any legs. It's difficult for them to move around. At least to move around quickly enough to catch zombie bums, that is. What I need is somebody to round up all the zombie bums and bring them down here . . . I'll have my maggots waiting, and I can assure you, it won't take long.'
The bum-fighters looked at each other, nodding slowly.
Zack had to admit that the Mutant Maggot Lord's plan made senseâwell, at least the sort of sense that made sense in a world that seemed to have stopped making any sense whatsoever.
The Mutant Maggot Lord raised his hand to his mouth and coughed politely. âWell?' he said, âdo we have a deal?'
Suddenly Zack clicked his fingers. âI DO know you!' he yelled, finally placing the politeness, the charm and the constant mouth-touching. âYou're . . . the Kisser!'
âThe Kisser?' said the Flicker.
âWho's the Kisser?' said Gran.
âA bum-fighter,' sneered Zack. âOr should I say, an
ex
-bum-fighter.'
âWhat?' said the Forker. âYou mean he kisses bums? That's the most disgusting thing I've ever heard!'
âWhat are you talking about, Zack?' said Eleanor. âHave you gone mad?'
âLook,' said Zack, stepping forward and reaching toward the hessian sack that covered the Mutant Maggot Lord's head. âI'm sure of it.'
Suddenly the maggots rose up together, like an army of snakes about to strike.
âNO!' cried the Mutant Maggot Lord, putting his arms over his head. âNot my face. Nobody sees my face. Leave me that much dignity.'
âSee?' said Zack, holding his hands in the air and backing away, having proved his point. âIt
must
be the Kisser. Who else would be so vain?'
âKisser?!' said Eleanor to the pathetic figure in front of her. âIs it true?'
âI used to be the Kisser,' said the Mutant Maggot Lord after a moment's silence. âBut not anymore. Not now that I have no lips. Not since you so cruelly abandoned me and left me to die in the brown lake.'
Eleanor spat on the ground in front of him. âYou've got a nerve,' she said. âWe didn't abandon you. We tried to help you, but you wouldn't help yourself, you bum-sympathising traitor!'
âI understand how you must feel,' said the Mutant Maggot Lord. âIt is true I was guilty of some errors of judgement, but that's all in the past now. The important thing is that I have learnt my lesson. And I am keen to make amends.'