The Slime Volcano (7 page)

Uh-oh!
Kip thought.
That doesn't sound
good.

Galactagrams were audio files, only used for urgent or extra important transmissions. MoNa's dashboard had a special chip for listening to them.

Guiltily, Kip remembered the time he'd wasted playing around with Jett's Pro-Planet Star Mic. He'd left his chores unfinished. His parents must be seriously unimpressed if they'd sent him a Galactagram!

Sighing, Kip took the chip from its storage slot in MoNa's dash. It was smaller than a pin-head. Kip rested the chip inside his ear.

His mum's voice filled his eardrum.

‘I know you're busy,' she said calmly.

She's too mad even to yell
, Kip thought grimly.

‘And WorldCorp have just told us what an excellent job you did on Grimor,' his mum continued.

‘We're proud of you, Kip,' came his dad's voice.

Kip's eyebrows shot up.
What?

‘That's why we think you deserve a week off your chores,' his mum finished. ‘With full pocket-money. How does that sound?'

Kip grinned with relief.

That sounded better than hover-boarding, a jumbo can of BurgerMousse and a brand new Turbo RoboHorse all rolled into one!

THE END

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