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The Beach Buoy
Jonny Moon


Aliens are coming… to get up your nose!Aliens are coming! At the end of book four, Bob sent a signal to the GUNK Aliens telling them to invade earth. But there’s no need to panic just yet – our hero Jack managed to weaken the signal, so they shouldn’t get the message for a long time.There’s just one problem… other aliens are closer by, and they WILL get the message!Now Jack and the gang have to get to Bob’s base so they can use GUNGE’s equipment to neutralise the alien threat. First, though they’ve got to deal with the strange creature that’s terrorising swimmers at the beach. And then they’ve got an even bigger challenge – they’ve got to FIND Bob’s base…























Dedication


Special thanks to Colin Brake, GUNGE agent extraordinaire.









Contents


Title Page

Dedication

Introduction (#ulink_43287ec9-dfff-5975-bf31-225106066d33)

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Gunk Aliens Series!

Copyright

About the Publisher

















Introduction (#ulink_c917d2e3-1144-5900-bbb4-608d2624fdc5)







A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away, a bunch of slimy aliens discovered the secret to clean, renewable energy …

… snot!

(Well, OK, clean-ish.)

There was just one problem. The best snot came from only one kind of creature.

Humans.

And humans were very rare. Within a few years, the aliens had used up all the best snot in their solar system.

That was when the Galactic Union of Nasty Killer Aliens (GUNK) was born. Its mission: to find human life and drain its snot. Rockets were sent to the four corners of the universe, each carrying representatives from the major alien races. Three of those rockets were never heard from again. But one of them landed on a planet quite simply full of humans.



















Jack Brady whistled happily as he worked.

Well, it was a sort of whistle.

Actually, to be totally honest, Jack had never really got the hang of whistling. He made up for it by sucking air over his teeth and humming at the same time, which was a long way short of actual whistling, but made Jack feel happy.

It was a hot August day, the sun was shining brightly and there wasn’t a cloud to be seen in the sky. The end of the school term already seemed a distant memory, but there were still weeks of summer holidays stretching out into the future, keeping the prospect of returning to school at a comfortable distance. Most children were enjoying the great weather, playing outside in back gardens and on the streets, firing super-soakers at each other, splashing in paddling pools, kicking footballs around.

Jack Brady, however, was not doing any of these things. Jack was not like most children of his age. Jack was a genius. Jack was an inventor. And right now, Jack was in one of his favourite places – the tree house he shared with his best friend Oscar – fiddling with his latest project. It was an inflatable submarine that he had been toying with for some time and, using a few beach lilos, he was finally making a working prototype. Fixing the various inflated sections together with waterproof superglue (which he had also invented) was a difficult procedure and Jack had to take great care. Very patiently, he applied a thin coating of his adhesive to a section of the sub and set the next piece in place over the sticky trail.

Suddenly there was a noise like a hailstorm as something hit the window of the tree house. Startled, Jack hurried across to the door and pulled it open. As he stepped out on to the porch area he was hit in the face by a handful of stale breadcrumbs.






“Sorry!” came a voice from below. It was Oscar, standing beneath the tree. In Oscar’s hand was a plastic bread bag.

“What are you doing?” demanded Jack as he hurried down the steps fixed to the tree trunk.

“Mum gave me some breadcrumbs to feed to the ducks,” Oscar began to explain.

“I’m not a duck!” complained Jack, reaching the ground.

“It’s OK – there’s plenty left,” said Oscar, missing the point as usual. If Jack was a genius (and he was) Oscar was special in other ways. According to Jack’s mum, Oscar was a sandwich short of a picnic, and even Jack had to admit that Oscar could be mind-bogglingly stupid at times – but he was loyal and brave and, no matter what, he was Jack’s best friend.

“Snivel,” Jack called. “Walkies.”

In response a unique-looking dog appeared at his feet. Snivel was a mess of legs and hair that defied identification as any particular breed. Some people thought he was some kind of crossbreed terrier, some people thought he had some poodle in him and others just called him a mutt.

None of those people was right. In reality, Snivel was an artificial creature. A Snot-Bot, to be precise. Built using alien technology, Snivel had been given to Jack to help him locate and capture some dangerous aliens that were at large in his area. That mission had been accomplished now, leaving Jack with nothing but a slightly odd three-eyed dog, and the memories of some great adventures.

Jack, Oscar and Snivel headed to the park. One way or another, a lot of their escapades had started here, and for a while it had become a place of excitement and mystery. Now, weeks since their last unusual adventure, it had begun to lose all those associations. Now it was just the park again, a normal place where normal things happened.

Jack looked round as they walked through the gate and sighed.

“Everything looks normal,” he muttered with a slightly heavy heart.

Oscar nodded. “Yep,” he agreed in a bored tone. “Normal kids playing normal football, normal mums pushing normal buggies, normal dogs taking their owners for normal walks …”

“And Ruby,” added Jack in the same tone, “dressed as a Brownie and collecting litter …”

His voice trailed off as he realised what he was saying. Jack and Oscar exchanged looks.

“Brownie uniform?” repeated Oscar.

“Litter?” replied Jack.

In unison they shook their heads and rubbed their eyes before taking another look. No, they had been right the first time. There was Ruby in a pristine Brownie uniform, holding a black bin liner in one hand and a grabbing stick in the other, with which she was patiently picking up litter. Jack and Oscar hurried over to join her.

As she saw them coming, Ruby turned a bright shade of pink. “Don’t say a thing,” she told them, but they couldn’t stop themselves.

“Litter?” asked Jack.

“Brownie uniform?” said Oscar at the same time.

Ruby sighed.

“It’s a long story,” she said them.






Ruby was the final member of their team. When Jack had been recruited by the mysterious Bob to be a member of GUNGE (the General Under-Committee for the Neutralisation of Gruesome Extraterrestrials), he had quickly realised that he needed more than just a three-eyed robotic dog to help him. Naturally he had turned to his best friend Oscar.

Then both he and Oscar had met Ruby.

At first, Jack and Oscar had worried about having a girl in the team. But Ruby had become an invaluable companion in all of Jack’s missions to capture the evil GUNK aliens. She shared Oscar’s love of adventure and danger, but with the dial turned up to maximum. Ruby was a complete adrenaline addict with a passion for dangerous sports and activities. The only problem was that her mother was very protective and insisted that Ruby spend her time on safer pursuits, like ballet and flower arranging. To maintain her sanity, Ruby spent a lot of her time pretending to do the things her mother wanted her to do while really following her own agenda – which meant that she was often to be seen surfing in a ballerina’s tutu, or rock climbing in jodhpurs.

“Mum wanted me to join a club,” Ruby explained, “so I suggested the Brownies.”

Oscar and Jack just shook their heads, not getting it.

“Thing is, after the Brownies, you can join the Guides or the Scouts,” Ruby continued, “and then you get to go on camps and rock climb, and abseil and paraglide, and all sorts of things …”






“So this is a long-term plan?” asked Jack, beginning to understand her thinking.

“Brilliant, isn’t it?” said Ruby. “For once I’m doing exactly what Mum wants, but eventually it’ll lead to exactly what I want. It’s a win-win scenario.”

“Except for having to wear that uniform,” pointed out Oscar.

“Well, yes, of course,” Ruby confessed.

“And collecting litter,” said Jack.

Ruby sighed again. “I have to get my community service badge before I can do anything exciting. But let’s face it, it’s not as if there’s anything else going on, is there?”

She looked both of them in the eyes, but both boys quickly looked away. Over the last few weeks there had been an unspoken agreement between them not to talk about their adventures with GUNGE. Ruby was on the verge of breaking that understanding and neither Jack nor Oscar really wanted to talk about it.

“Well, it’s true, isn’t it?” persisted Ruby bluntly. “I take it there’s been no word from GUNGE?”

Jack had to agree that there hadn’t been contact of any kind.

Ruby shrugged. “So there you are then – it’s over.”

Suddenly Snivel barked loudly. The three children turned to look at the robot dog. Snivel was staring up into the branches of a tree and jumping up and down – or trying to anyway. With his three eyes he tended to be pretty clumsy.

“What is it?” asked Jack. He looked up where Snivel was looking. There on a branch was a grey squirrel. The squirrel was unnaturally still, and didn’t even appear to be breathing. For a long moment the five of them looked at each other without blinking – the three children, the robot dog on the ground and the squirrel up above them – then, finally, the squirrel moved. It opened its mouth and spoke.

“Jack Brady – you’re needed … by GUNGE!”












Jack, Oscar and Ruby had become used to some pretty unusual sights and sounds over the course of their alien-hunting adventures, but nevertheless they were shocked by this new development. In the past they had been contacted by GUNGE agent Bob from some odd, not to say downright implausible, locations – but this time it was different.

“Who are you?” demanded Jack.

“Bob,” replied the voice.

“But you’re a woman!” said Oscar.

“So?”

“Bob isn’t a woman,” explained Ruby patiently.

“Could be,” said the voice, slightly defensively.

“But Bob’s a bloke,” insisted Jack.

“The last one was,” agreed the voice emerging from the squirrel. “But I’m the new Bob. And I’m not.”

“Not what?” asked Oscar, now thoroughly confused.

“Not a bloke,” said the voice, rather testily now.

“So you’re the new Bob,” said Jack carefully.

“Exactly,” said Bob. “Better than the last one.”

“You mean you’re not a double agent for evil aliens intent on invading Earth and making us all snot slaves,” said Jack pointedly.

“Well, yes, there were some loyalty issues with the last Bob,” agreed the new Bob, slightly defensively.

“Some loyalty issues!” exclaimed Ruby in shock. “He only sold out the entire planet to the GUNK Aliens. He used the Blower to contact the alliance and alert them to our existence!”

“Exactly – which is why GUNGE needs you. We need a full debrief.”

“You’re not having my pants,” said Oscar hotly.

Jack shook his head. “She means she wants a full account of what happened when we last saw Bob,” he explained.

“What’s that got to do with my boxers?” asked Oscar.

Ruby sighed. “This might take a long time,” she told the squirrel. “Can we go somewhere more comfortable?”






A short while later Ruby and Oscar were sitting round one of the outdoor tables at the park café. Jack joined them, carefully carrying a tray of drinks – three cool lemonades and a coffee.

“Who ordered the coffee?” wondered Oscar as Jack gave out the drinks.

“For our new leader,” replied Jack, nodding towards the fourth chair at the table, where a few tufts of artificial hair on top of the squirrel-bot’s head could just be seen. “Wouldn’t it be easier to talk face to face?” he added addressing the small robot directly this time.






To the children’s amazement the squirrel actually shook its little head, as if it really was New Bob herself. “Operational security,” said New Bob tersely. “It is best that you do not see my face.”

“Are you really ugly or something then?”

“Oscar!” chorused Jack and Ruby in embarrassment.

Oscar shrugged. “What? I only asked,” he insisted.

“It’s a matter of safety,” explained New Bob, through the squirrel’s tiny mouth.

“Yours and mine. Now let’s get on with the debrief. I need to know what happened the last time you caught an alien.”






The children all began to speak at once and then stopped and tried to take turns. Together they recalled their adventures in the sewers, where they had captured the Slurrisnoat. Bob had used the alien technology at his disposal in the GUNGE headquarters to teleport the three of them and the bulging Snivel Trap directly to him. Bob had then secured the alien in one of the cells and turned his attention to the mysterious Blower device, which the aliens had been intending to use to contact the rest of the GUNK Aliens.






Each of the four aliens that had come to Earth looking for snot (a valuable source of energy for the aliens’ technology) had carried with them part of a special communications device which, when connected together, would enable them to relay details of Earth’s position to the waiting invasion fleet. With the children’s help, Bob had collected all four parts of the Blower. He told the kids that it was a real puzzle trying to work out how to connect the parts and challenged them to have a go. Everyone knew Jack was a genius, even Bob, and he was unable to resist the chance to prove his superiority.

“So Jack fell for it hook, line and sinker,” explained Ruby to New Bob. “He actually put the thing together and handed it back to Bob.”

Jack flushed red. “Not exactly,” he muttered, embarrassed.

“Of course you did,” added Oscar, “I saw you. You slotted each bit into the other, made that weird horn thing, and then Bob turned traitor and blew into it. So now the aliens are on their way. Bob – One, Jack – Nil. And it was an own goal too!”

“You actually constructed the Blower for Bad Bob?” said New Bob.

“I didn’t know he was Bad Bob then, did I?” replied Jack defensively.

“But you knew what the Blower was for!”

Jack nodded. “Of course I did. Which is why I sabotaged it.”

Ruby and Oscar looked at him with their mouths hanging open. “Sabotaged!?” they both spluttered.

Jack allowed himself a small grin. “I was suspicious of Bad Bob, but I didn’t want him to get angry and hurt any of us either, so I thought it best to play along. I managed to create a short circuit in the power grid when I connected the bits …”






‘Brilliant,” announced New Bob, clearly relieved. “So the Blower doesn’t work?”

Jack shook his head. “Well … yes. It will work, but at a reduced power level.”

There was silence for a moment.

“Oh, well, that’s better than nothing I suppose,” said New Bob, eventually.

“Also, in all the confusion as we left the base, I managed to use another piece of alien tech that Bob had lying around to generate an interference wave that should cancel out the signal,” added Jack. “I reckon the Blower signal will have been active for no more than five minutes.”

“Long enough to get a message through to the GUNK Aliens,” mused New Bob.

“But perhaps not long enough for them to get a solid fix on our location,” suggested Jack.

“You mentioned confusion,” said New Bob. “How exactly did you escape?”

“Team effort,” answered Oscar, proudly.

Ruby picked up the story. “As soon as Bob used the Blower we knew he was a baddy. So we sort of … bundled him. Snivel started it – he bit his leg.”

“Bob dropped the Blower and grabbed his leg,” added Oscar.

“Making him rather off balance,” continued Jack. “So when we rushed him …”

“We knocked him to the ground,” Ruby said. “And when he fell, his remote control thing dropped out of his pocket and I picked it up.”

The children explained that they had run off down the corridor and used the remote control to first open a door and then lock it behind them. They found themselves in a storeroom full of alien technology.

“Including a sub-space instant communicator which I used to set up the interference wave signal to block the Blower,” explained Jack.




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