The Sewers Crisis

The cameraman waved a hand to indicate that they were off-air. Instantly Zona’s smile disappeared.

News items about missing dogs. That was what her life had come to. As if she cared that five dogs had vanished from the same estate in a single week. Big deal.

And having to hand back to Lorna in the studio left a sour taste in her mouth. That job – anchoring the news in the studio – should have been hers, instead she was back on the road, doing silly local news stories of minor importance. Zona’s career was going into a nose dive and she had to do something to stop it. A few months ago she had been the host of a popular zoo-based programme Animal Ark and when she got the chance to move to news she had jumped at the opportunity.

Unfortunately things had not worked out. Twice she had encountered Jack and his friends and, in doing so, she had stumbled on an amazing story of alien invaders but, despite her best efforts, she kept failing to get any proof on camera. Zana knew better than anyone else that if it wasn’t on telly, no one would pay any attention.

Zana handed the microphone back to the cameraman. “I’m off then,” she told him, “give me a call if any more dogs go missing.”

Zana stalked off, walking past a newspaper stand on which was displayed the heading, ‘FIFTH PET DISAPPEARS!’

The cameraman watched her go and shook his head. He couldn’t work out Zana at all. He was used to the peculiar behaviour of on-screen talent but this was something else. Every spare moment, whenever she wasn’t actually on camera, Zana was off working on some secret project of her own. Whatever it was, she didn’t want to talk about it. He had asked her about it once but she’d just changed the subject.

He watched as Zana walked off into the distance, wondering where she was going.

Jack put down the remote-controlled car he had been taking apart (with the intention of using its frame for the base of a new automated shopping trolley he had designed) and looked over at Snivel, who was sitting on the carpet in his room. A mistake in the manufacturing of Snivel had left him with three eyes, which got him a lot of strange looks when they were out. Snivel was always trying to find ways to keep the third eye closed so that people wouldn’t notice it. Unfortunately the effort to do this caused other malfunctions.

PARP!

“Snivel!”

“Sorry,” said Snivel, waving a paw in a desperate effort to make the smell he had just produced disappear again. “Just trying to close this eye.” He closed his third eye, then fell over.

PARP! He farted again.

“Come on” sighed Jack, getting to his feet, “let’s get some air, and while we’re at it we can try and find Bob”

“The park?” said Snivel.

Jack nodded. The park. The place he had first encountered Bob. Where better to start the search?

Zana had one thought in her head. Whatever was going on with the alien monsters it was all connected to the three kids that she’d met previously – Jack, Oscar and Ruby. With the school holidays underway there was just one obvious place that they might be found – the park.

The park was a big open space in the middle of the town. It had a boating pond, tennis courts, a maze and even a little cafe. It was to this last feature that Zana headed. She took a seat on the terrace, ordered a large coffee and settled down to wait.

Nearby, unseen by Zana, a squirrel climbed down a tree trunk and sat on its haunches on the ground. With unnatural smoothness it then turned its head – all the way round! It looked uncannily like a security camera sweeping the area. Which wasn’t surprising, because that was basically what it was. The squirrel was really a robot—one of Bob’s many agents in the field. With a low whirring sound, its mechanical eyes zoomed in on Zana.

Back in his base, Bob frowned as the feed from Squirrel-Cam showed him the young TV reporter sipping her coffee. This was a complication. He recognised the young woman from previous missions. Whether by luck or by judgement she was always in the wrong place at the wrong time. It was clear that she was beginning to put two and two together and getting perilously close to four. Bob issued orders to the squirrel to keep a close robotic eye on Zana. If it looked as if she was going to be a problem, then they would have to deal with her. The plan was about to come to fruition and nothing could be allowed to get in the way.

No matter what the cost.

CHAPTER TWO (#ulink_77a9d987-b9b9-581c-bd07-e3eb7ee76696)

Jack was beginning to wonder if coming to the park had been a mistake. He and Snivel had been walking around for what seemed like hours but there was no sign of anything that might contain Bob.

Jack didn’t fully understand how Bob got himself into such tiny places – he assumed that GUNGE had got hold of some alien technology somewhere along the way – but every time Bob had shown himself to Jack, he had been inside something small, and whatever else Bob was, he did seem to be a creature of habit. So it seemed likely that Jack would find him in a similar place this time. Maybe he’d be in a fire extinguisher? Or a vending machine?

In fact, now Jack thought about it, that was just about all they did know about Bob. They’d never even seen him face to face. For all they knew he could have been around all the time. Perhaps the park keeper was really Bob?! Jack shook his head. He was letting his imagination run away with him. Things were complicated enough without him imagining hidden people in disguise spying on him all the time.

Suddenly Snivel stood bolt upright and his third eye—which he tried very hard to keep shut when out and about – snapped open and glowed a strange red colour.

“What is it? What have you seen?” asked Jack.

Snivel didn’t answer but just started running across the grass, trailing his lead behind him. Nearby, the park keeper was sweeping up some rubbish on the path and when he saw Snivel speeding across the grass he threw down his brush and shouted.

“Oi! Dogs must be kept on a lead!”

“Sorry,” said Jack, chasing after his dog. “He is on a lead, I’m just not holding the other end, that’s all.”

“Keep off the grass!” screamed the park keeper and started to follow him but then stopped when he realised he was about to step onto the grass himself. For a long moment he stood there like an inelegant ballet dancer – one foot planted on the path, one hovering over the grass which, by his own park law, was not to be trodden on. Meanwhile, the reason for Snivel’s action had become clear to Jack. His dog had seen a squirrel.

But not just any squirrel – it was the robot squirrel that had led them to Bob on a previous occasion. The squirrel, seeing Snivel bearing down on him, had immediately jumped up and started running.

On the café terrace Zana looked over the top of the newspaper she was hiding behind and watched with amazement as one of her targets ran straight past her, chasing a dog, which was chasing a squirrel. The trio disappeared around the side of the cafe and then – a few moments later – emerged on the other side. Zana got to her feet and slipped some dark glasses on. Completing her effort at disguise with a large floppy-brimmed sun hat, she set off to follow the chase.

The squirrel was heading back across the grass towards the spot where the park keeper was still performing his one-man ballet. It glanced back and saw that Snivel was just behind. Not looking where it was going, the squirrel barrelled directly into the park keeper, sending him toppling to the ground. Without missing a beat, the squirrel jumped up and ran on. Snivel launched into the air like a horse jumping a fence at the Grand National and cleared the park keeper who was sprawled face first in the grass. Jack tried to do the same but mistimed his jump and ended up executing more of a hop, skip and a jump using the park keeper’s bum as a springboard along the way. Spitting out a mouthful of grass the park keeper got to his feet just as Zana reached him.