Hold-up At The Robo-Jello-Snow Convention!: Part One
So a new year had come around, marking the time for the
first ever official Neopian Robo-Jello-Snow Convention, a time that both Selma
that jelly Usul and TN09 the robot Grundo had waited eagerly for ever since they
were both zapped into their new colors by the Lab Ray.
The Convention promised to be a grand occasion,
with every pet painted or changed into those three rare colors packing into
the same spacious hall that had only just recovered from it's hosting of the
Usukicon Convention (some banners still hanging limply from the rafters where
the caretakers couldn't be bothered to get them). There would be free jelly
food samples, robot petpets to play with and buy, as well as ultra-rare snowballs
to stock-up on for cheap prices.
The entry fee was high, but it was sure to be
But Selma and TN09 only had one little problem…and
little was the right word for their predicament. Their kid brother, a baby Jubjub
by the name of Mervin, was as wily and as rascally a character as they come,
and knew how to flaunt his position by acting the victim. Many a time he would
dupe their owner into believing that Selma and TN09 picked-on him something
awful when the truth was quite the reverse. He'd scream and shout to get his
own way with them, and whenever they refused, off he'd go to spin a sob-story
to their kind-hearted - if not gullible - owner.
Sadly, as luck would have it, today, on the great
day of days that was the start of the three-day weekend of the convention, Mervin
took it into his furry little head that it just wasn't fair that his big brother
and sister should go and have fun while he stayed cooped indoors all the time,
and he didn't take long to voice his opinions, either.
"Wanna go to convenshun!" he muttered darkly
every time he passed either of his two unfortunate siblings as they prepared
for their big day.
"No way, Merv," Selma told him authoritatively
as she rubbed herself over with a damp cloth to decrease her stickiness. "You
wouldn't be allowed in."
"Wanna go to convenshun!"
"Negative, Brother…Babies Aren't A Part Of The
Convention," TN09 answered hollowly as he oiled all his joints and buffed his
chest plate until the grouchy Jubjub could see his infantile features on them.
"See? Now, If It Were The Robo-Jello-Snow-Baby Convention, Then I Might Consider
Taking You Along."
"Wanna go to convenshun!"
"Uh-uh, no way…"
"Wanna go to convenshun!"
"That's Another Negative…"
"WANNA GO TO CONVENSHUN!!!"
This, needless to say, awoke their owner, who
had hoped for a nice lie-in on this eventful day. There was a loud, indignant
moan as she got out of bed and stomped down the stairs. Had either Selma or
TN09 had any saliva, they would've gulped with dread, as a wakened owner was
worse than the Snowager.
"What's all the hoo-hah about?" the young teenage
girl snapped, blinking away the sleep as she shielded her eyes from the glare
of sunlight reflected from her robot Grundo's chest plate. "Geez, TN, don't
you think you went a bit OTT on the SAP?"
There was a moment's silence as the Grundo's
mind whirred (literally, the machinery that now compromised as his brain were
a load of gears and cogs), his head to one side. "Error, Could Not Compute Query:
Too Many Abbreviations."
Sighing with frustration, the girl walked deliberately
up to her pet and repeated her question fully and slowly. "Don't you think you
went a bit Over The Top on the Spit And Polish?"
"Negative, I Think I Look Quite 'Cool' Now,"
TN replied in what Selma guessed was a mock slow reply.
"Oh, sure," she giggled sarcastically, "you're
a real 'cool' magnet now…"
"Don't encourage him, Selma," the girl muttered
grouchily as she knelt down to pick up a weeping Mervin. "Aw, don't cry buddy…tell
me what's wrong?"
"Nasty-wasty jello-brains and cog-head won't
take me to the convenshun, said I didn't belong!" the little furry troublemaker
bawled, casting a sideward mischievous glance at his brother and sister.
"They said what?" the girl exclaimed, outraged
at the very thought. "You told your little brother that he didn't belong?!"
"Negative," TN09 answered quickly, "We Merely
Informed Him That Babies Weren't Going To Be Allowed At The Robo-Jello-Snow
"Well, that's just stupid!" the girl muttered,
giving Mervin a tight hug that both the Grundo and Usul knew he hated, but just
put up with for appearances sake. "Baby is just as rare a color as robot, jelly
or snow! I had to save up six hundred thousand Neopoints for the Paint Brush…and
I didn't spend that much just to have little Mervin here be left out of special
"B-but…" both Selma and TN muttered in unison.
Their special day was slipping away from them faster then they could handle.
"No buts! One of you will have to smuggle him
into the convention," the girl told them adamantly. She turned to look at Selma,
a 'and no arguments' frown etched on her face.
"Me?" Selma asked in dismay, "But I can't! I'm
mostly transparent, and Merv would just get sticky hiding in me! Make TN do
"Affirmative," the robot Grundo answered reluctantly,
"I Am Hollow Inside, So I Could 'Swallow' Mervin Until We Got Into The Convention…"
"Then it's settled," their owner said with a
sigh of relief, petting Mervin and setting him back down on the floor. "Now
everyone finish getting ready and you can go."
It was dark, smooth, hard and dark. All noise
echoed consistently both from the outside world and from within as Mervin sat
expectantly in the pit of TN09's stomach. By his young-minded estimate, they
would be at the convention any minute!
Minutes dragged on and became fifteen minutes,
fifteen stumbling into thirty minutes, by which time all expectancy had been
extinguished temporarily as it was replace by impatience. Jumping up and down
in the darkness, Mervin screamed at the top of his little lungs.
"Hey, rusty-butt! When we gonna get to the convenshun?
I want all the freebies, an' I want dem now!"
"Hush, Little Pain," growled TN09 softly so that
only Mervin could hear him, "We Are At The Convention Already, We've Been Here
For Ten Minutes Now…"
"Goody, I'm really happy," the baby Jubjub replied
sarcastically, "so let me out now, silicone-snot!"
"Negative," TN snapped, "You Can't Come Out Until
I Get Us In…We're Still In The Queue."
Meanwhile, on the outside, the time had finally
come for Selma and TN to pay their fee and enter. All that stopped them was
a robot Skeith bouncer with the look of one who was suspicious of everyone.
"The fee's twenty thousand a head," he growled,
looking the Usul and the Grundo over as they retrieved the money from the pouches
their owner had given them. It was at times like this that TN was glad he couldn't
sweat, because he sure felt nervous as he handed over the money.
The bouncer grunted, and stepped aside to let
them pass, and as they swept into the hall, their eyes (and visual sensors in
TN's case) boggled at the wonders before them.
Everyone who was anyone in the robot, jelly or
snow world of business was here, including a few jelly Chias (thereby hiding
the identity of the original), robots of all shapes, sizes and species and all
snowy petpets under the sun.
During his moments of motionless wonder, Mervin
had somehow managed to scale the inside of TN09, and was now crawling out of
the Grundo's gaping mouth…
"Wow," he murmured in wonder as he too took-in
all the awesome sights. But his view was soon cut-off as TN snatched him out
of his mouth and held him in cupped hands. "Hey! What you do dat for?"
"I Thought We Agreed You Wouldn't Come Out Until
I Was Sure You Wouldn't Be Noticed," TN growled, head bent low.
"Yeah, well so did I until you stopped moving.
I thought all de sights might 'ave overloaded your clunk-of-junk for a brain
and decided to abandon robot…now let me down!"
Looking around cautiously, TN09 coughed when
no one was really looking and bent down like he was going to tie a shoe lace,
dropping the baby Jubjub lightly on the floor. "Now Stay Close," the robot warned
in a harsh whisper, "And Don't Be Too Loud…"
Both of these orders were broken more-or-less
at the same time as Mervin shot of, yelling at the top of his lungs with joy.
Exasperated, TN09 turned to his sister for help,
but Selma just shrugged. "He's too fast for most of them to catch, he should
be fine…come on, let's take a look around."
And so their tour of their own little wonderland
began, with free samples and cheap items a-plenty…
Of course, it wouldn't last, would it? Of course
it would, don't be silly…what would be the point in writing a story about a
perfect event, huh? Huh?
Yeah, silly you for even asking.
To Be Continued…