18. Candyfloss and Burps
The two Wizzers, Doctor Grunk, Peter, Ivan and Morris settled in Morris’ room and emptied the fridge of drinks and the cupboard of chocolate and cakes and, for the first time in a while, they started to relax.
Thinley pulled his Candyfloss and pipe from his gown and smiled as he puffed the sweet pink clouds into the air and lost himself in deep thought. Alwyn paced the room quietly on unseen feet, his gown shining brightly.
‘What about Dreebil?’ said Morris.
‘A good question!’ said Doctor Grunk.
‘He will continue to be a threat, no doubt,’ said Thinley. ‘Who knows what he’ll try next.’
The two Wizzers looked at each other and the boys watched them looking at each other, while munching and slurping, and with the odd burp here and there.
‘You know what I’ve been thinking,’ smiled Thinley to Alwyn.
‘Indeed,’ chuckled Alwyn, ‘I do.’
Thinley turned to Doctor Grunk. ‘Grunky, old friend, although it is normally against our, urm guidelines – not rules, to let normal peoples into our special world here at St Vernon’s, I think that perhaps things need to change,’ he smiled.
‘Us Wizzers just aren’t cut out for the likes of Gaston, and who knows what would have happened this time around if it weren’t for Morris –.’
‘And Marvin,’ added Morris.
‘ – and Marvin,’ smiled Thinley. ‘I… we,’ he gestured to Alwyn, who smiled and nodded, ‘think that our friends here might be able to help us.’
‘You mean we can stay?’ said Morris excitedly.
‘I don’t mean stay…your families would miss you,’ laughed Thinley, ‘but how about a job here, helping us Wizzers, a sort of Saturday job?’
‘For each of you,’ he added, ‘it would not be in our nature to clear your memories of your time here as that’s not what you want. It’s just not us. So perhaps we can help each other.’
The boys were silent in disbelief, and Ivan’s mouth hung open, although full of popcorn (it wasn’t a pretty sight).
The three boys looked at each other, then they erupted with joy and danced around the room whooping with happiness, grabbing the Wizzers and Doctor Grunk and dancing. Very soon there was a full on party atmosphere and, unable to ignore the noise coming from the room, Matron and Marvin joined in too.
A click from a Wizzer’s fingers added balloons, music and streamers and they all partied for much longer than they all thought they had enough energy for.
***
Later that night, in a corridor not far from the slumbering heroes of this story, unseen by those who might raise the alarm (because an old paper cup had just been placed over Marty – the spider on patrol), letters were being scrawled by an invisible black marker pen into the floor.
‘Never underestimate a wounded foe. I will return and this time I will haunt your dreams…’
The figure who stood over the words looked around the corridor slyly, saw a box of headache pills on an unused desk and slipped them into his pocket swiftly before disappearing in a puff of grey smoke…
END
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
W.J. McKain lives on the South Coast of England with wifey, two brilliant sons, two cats that are constantly bickering, and two fish, who, compared with the rest of the family are the quietest and lowest maintenance of all.
The origins of ‘Morris Hollett and St Vernon’s Ward for Strange and Unusual Diseases’ are now lost in time as it was first written so long ago, but it probably started as a story one evening for a boy who just wouldn’t go to sleep.
People who slurp their tea noisily annoy him; he loves positive thinkers, and has three bikes but wants seven, one for each day of the week.
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https://wjmckain.com/
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