The Itch of the Golden Nit Page #3

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She's not the brightest star

in the galaxy, your Julie.

Whoa! Beryl,

look at that blue planet!

I think it's Neptune. Mmmm, yeah.

He's an Intergalactic Potato Head,

he lives on Mars in a rocket shed!

Whooaahh!

Right, let's get on

with your destiny, Blend In Boy.

Now, which way...

The quick way, to the sun!

I can't see it anywhere.

Hey, Planet Jimmy. The sun,

any ideas? Too right I have.

Go past the Party Planet, you know,

the one with the like, the doo-dah.

Take the second right, up a bit,

down a bit and bob's your ding-dong.

There you are, you can't miss it.

Thank you, hero helper.

The sun's dying,

so party like there's no tomorrow,

because there IS no tomorrow!

It's Evil Stella! Oooh,

and Fireboy. And Mum and Dad.

They're shooting full-fat

custard torpedoes at us!

Things might get sticky.

Come and get it!

Two parents for one nit.

Then I can get on

with ruling the universe. Deal?

Over my buffed body!

This universe

is for sharing, sweet feet.

Ow!

Ha-ha-ha-ha ha-haah!

I like knitting and crocheting

and taking over the universe!

Aaaarrrgghh!! Ha-ha! Argh!

Ha-ha! Ooh!

Argh! Argh! Hurgh!

Who be this in my hearty ocean?

# Oh, I'm a smelly pirate

and I sail the seven seas, yes!

# He's a smelly pirate

and a stinky pirate he

# With hairy knees!

# I like to count me treasure

I've got too much to measure

# I like to sail on a boat

It floats better than a goat

# I like to sail the seven seas

Ha-ha-haaaa, ha-ha-haarrrrr!

Or is it eight? Who cares?

# Oh, I'm a smelly pirate

a stinky pirate me

# A stinky pirate me

# And I don't care! #

Aaarrgghh!

Bravo!

You smelly saviours.

We don't save for free, you know.

You must pay us...in gold.

# gold, gold, gold, gold, gold! #

Oooh, hee-hee-hee-hee!

Milk me shake and shiver me shin

splints, what do we have here? Doh!

ALL:
The Golden Nit? This laddie's

head's a treasure trove!

Don't take it, we've got to take him

back home to the sun

before it goes out, or we'll all die.

You'll have to do

better than that, laddie.

I'll never see my mum and dad again.

You're not tugging at me mainbrace.

Please, we don't even know the way.

I knows the way,

it be up the Scary Hairy River.

OK, maybe's we can take yer,

but on one condition. Hey!

You get my golden fishfinger back

from the Moody Mermaids.

Moody mermaids?

They stole my prized fishfinger

and taunt me with it every teatime.

Evil, they are, pure evil!

I can't do this, I can't do this!

Well, I can't do it. And this

cape's dry-clean only, you know.

Oh, stop moaning and get on with it.

Activate the blend-in pants.

But how? Give yourself a wedgie!

Argh! Urgh! Argh! Whoooaaaahh!

Poor laddie, but a deal's a deal.

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