SPARTICUS RALLY
CLUB
THE ADVENTURES OF THE FRUMBLEGROMMIT

Deep in the realms of a far off place, there is a world that runs in parallel with the
subconscious thoughts of the universe as we know it, or does it? The subconscious thoughts
that we dream about in our sleep of maybe just in daydreams come to form an existence of a
far away place, this place I know not what it is called or where it is but I find myself there in
adventures. On a regular basis. I have met many new friends there or as it seems they are,
but I feel I have known them for such a long time and feel I have had similar adventures
with friends in the world as we know it. This world has several moons and nothing seems
real to the normal person, but, if you persevere, you will see a world that seems as real as
the chair you sit in at home, you will find that we are linked to this world threw unknown
explanations but believe me it is real.
...’bah’ said the Frumblegrommit as he stroked the 250 year old sheep from the planet
sloop as they guarded the back door of the interstellar microwave while the cheese topped
winged toads were crying to be fried instead, 'this could be trouble' croaked the sheep as
she flapped her large ears to the sound of the gurgling noise that was coming from over the
fence. 'Shall we investigate' said one of the toads, 'no!' said the Frumblegrommit, 'cause
that would be another story’...
... 'The hairy back door?' asked Splodge with a flummoxed behavioural stare, 'yes said the
Frumblegrommit as he then tried to explain to the small hairy large footed creature that the
female of the species from that particular moon, had everything back to front. ‘ A bit like
those women on earth ‘ ,chuckled Uncle Andy as he then was promptly slapped across his
golden locks by Mum, ' watch what you say Uncle Andy ' said the Frumblegrommit, ' you
don’t want Mum reaching for her bullwhip ‘, Mum stood there grinning as she tapped her
side where old Bertha the Bullwhip was swaying eagerly. Uncle Andy held his head in shame
and the Frumblegrommit continued the story...
...’There are far more interesting creatures on this particular planet than the pot bellied
Skemski', said the Frumblegrommit. 'Take the Duckbilled Wodgepoddle' said the
Frumblegrommit, 'it has a stare that could hurt a thousand eardrums, but if you hear the
deep voice of the creature they call the chosen one, you will see nothing but the sound of
waving appendices.' at that moment. Everyone’s attention was seen moving towards a small
hole in the fence, the hairy eared cave neighbour with the large wotsits ran to the hole and
then started screaming ‘ me earcaves, me earcaves’ , as green coloured sludge seeped from
his rear end, the Frumblegrommit stood back because he knew the dangers of unexplored
holes, the danger was that there behind that particular hole was a real life duckbilled
Wodgepoddle, and it was wanting to reproduce...they all moved off quickly cause nothing
wanted to be mates with the duckbilled Wodgepoddle today as they all had adventures to
have.....
...Just as the green tea was being poured for elevenses, the ground began to shake, the
Frumblegrommit became flustered as he spilt the tea upon the fur of the Splodge, 'bugga'
explained the Splodge as his fleas jumped out of the way, 'they were part of me dinna' he
twisted. As the ground trembled again, Splodge jumped up from where he was being a
coffee table for the tea party,  the cups fell to the floor and he ran behind the
Frumblegrommit for protection, Uncle Andy covered his eyes as the sky went dark, so dark
that you couldn’t even see the three moons that orbit that particular planet that they were
visiting. Faintly in the distance was a large object in the sky with numbers lit upon it and
strange music coming from it as it floated to were they were, they all had strange flummoxed
behavioural stares upon their faces when the Frumblegrommit said ' it cant be, not after all
these years ' , the small group waited in anticipation for the Frumblegrommit to continue the
story...