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CONTENTS

Cover

Copyright

Title Page

PREVIOUSLY ON FUTURE RATBOY…

SOCKTOBER

SHNOZVILLE TOWN SQUARE

SEVEN BILLION O’CLOCK ON THE DOT

THE UNINVITED GUEST

NORMAN WAKES UP

GOZO THE VENDING MACHINE MONSTER

GOZO EATS ALL THE BOOKS

THE FUN PART

POO-WEE!

THE HOVER-RUBBISH TRUCK

BACK AT BUNNY DELI

IT’S A THINGY!

THE LONG STORY

MR X HAS NO SKULL!

THE GREAT RUBBISH CHUTE

THE BIG HAIRY WOMAN

THE GIANT SPACE STRAW

PROF. SMELL

THE SMELL OF MR X’S BRAIN

SNUFFLING FOR THE THINGY

STUCK ON PLANET BIN

ATTACK OF THE SPACE HEDGEHOG

ON THE WAY BACK

BACK IN SHNOZVILLE

FWOOSH!

DISTANT RUMBLE

GOZO’S SWITCH

ACTUKEELY PUTTING A SOCK IN IT

RETURN OF THE WISE OLD VENDING MACHINE

HOW TO GET THE STATUES BACK

HELP YOURSELF

THE MOMENT OF TRUTH

THE REUNION

GROUP NOT!

BDAY NITS!

ONE WEEK LATER

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

PRAISE FOR MY OTHER BOOKS

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Hello, my name is Colin Lamppost. At least it used to be. Then one day me and my cuddly toy bird were inside a wheelie bin when it got hit by lightning.

We were zapped from our home town of Shnozville millions of years into the future and I was transformed into a half boy, half rat, half TV.

Future Ratboy was born.

Now I’ve got aerials sticking out of my head, a telly on my belly, a cape made out of a bin bag and a plug-tail hanging off my bum.

Oh yeah, and my cuddly toy bird got turned into a real-life bird.

He shouts ‘NOT!’ after everything I say.

That’s why I call him Not Bird.

Now we live with Bunny, the owner of Bunny Deli, the keelest burger shop in Future-Shnozville.

(‘Keel’ is how we say ‘cool’ in the future, by the way.)

Bunny Deli is also a sort of orphanage for children whose mums and dads aren’t around.

Like Jamjar, whose mum and dad shrunk themselves to the size of full stops during a science experiment once.

Jamjar’s got five arms and is really brainy.

Then there’s Twoface, who thinks he’s a superhero like me.

His parents are too busy being real-life superheroes to look after him.

And Splorg the blue-skinned alien.

Splorg’s parents were eaten by a black hole when they went out to dinner one night.

This is Mr X.

He’s the evil baddy who wants to take over Shnozville.

I’ve promised my friends I won’t zap myself back home to the olden days until he’s defeated.

And this is Wheelie, the bin I got zapped here inside.

Mr X fitted him with a speech module and gave him some arms and dressed him in a waiter’s suit.

But that’s another story.

At the end of the last episode, Mr X kidnapped our friend, The Wise Old Vending Machine, and we haven’t seen either of them since.

Something tells me that’s all about to change though . . .

I’ve been here in the future for a while now, but I’m still not completely used to it. Like the other day for example. It was the forty-ninth of Socktober and me and the gang were strolling into town for a very important occasion.

‘Ahh, don’t you just love Socktober!’ smiled Splorg. ‘All the leaves on the trees turning into socks – nature truly is a wonderful thing!’

I looked up at the tree we were walking past and gasped. Hundreds of multicoloured socks were dangling from the ends of its branches like, erm . . . socks.

‘Sometimes I wonder if this whole being-in-the-future thing is all a weird dream!’ I said. ‘I mean – socks growing on trees? That’s just ridikeelous!’

‘NOT!’ squawked Not Bird, flying over my head and perching on a branch. The whole thing swayed and a sock fell off, landing on Twoface’s left face.

‘What’s so ridikeelous about it, Future RatLOSER?’ said Twoface out of one of his mouths. He peeled the sock off his head and threw it on the pavement outside Dr Smell’s perfume shop.

‘Yeah Future RatBUM, it’s just a plain old sock tree!’ he said out of his other mouth.

Twoface has been calling me names like that ever since I won the Shnozville Superhero of the Month award for helping an old granny cross a road.

I know that doesn’t sound like much, but the road was seventeen miles wide. And the granny was a ninety-four-year-old elephant. And I had to carry her. With one hand.

I think Twoface is just jealous because he reckons he’s a better superhero than me.

The door to Dr Smell’s perfume shop opened and Dr Smell stepped out. He sniffed the air then glanced down at the leaf sock Twoface had just thrown on the floor.

‘Hey, I only just swept that hover-pavement!’ he frowned. ‘Blooming socks everywhere,’ he said, picking the sock up and throwing it in a clear plastic hover-bin bag filled with eight trillion other leaf socks.

Jamjar pointed at the hover-bin bag and pushed her glasses up her nose. ‘One of the keel things about living here in the future,’ she said to me, ‘is that nobody has to buy socks any more!’

‘Amazekeels,’ I said, even though I didn’t have to buy socks when I lived in the olden days either, because my mum and dad always bought them for me.

‘Heading into town are you, gang?’ said Dr Smell, waggling his nostrils. ‘I can smell excitement in the air!’

That’s how good Dr Smell’s sense of smell is – he can even smell excitement.

Wheelie flapped his lid open and shut, and Dr Smell stuck two of his fingers up his nostrils to stop the bin stink floating up them.

‘OOH YES,’ bleeped Wheelie in his posh new computery voice, and I thought how weird it was that my normal old bin from home could now speak. ‘TODAY IS A MOST IMPORTANT DAY!’

‘What’s happening?’ asked Dr Smell, and Wheelie rolled the bits of his lid where his eyes would’ve been if he’d had eyes, because he couldn’t believe Dr Smell didn’t know.

‘WHY, IT’S MAYOR GOODHAIR’S BIRTHDAY, OF COURSE!’ burped Wheelie.

Dr Smell knocked on his head like it was a front door.

‘Blistering bogazoids, I’d completely forgotten!’ he said. ‘Ratboy, isn’t YOUR birthday coming up soon too?’

‘Next week,’ I said.

‘NOT!’ squawked Not Bird, even though my birthday really was next week.

‘Got anything planned?’ asked Dr Smell.

‘No,’ I mumbled, imagining my mum and dad and little sister back home in the olden days, hanging bunting and crossing their fingers I’d turn up again one day at their front door.

‘What, no party?’ said Dr Smell, and I shook my head.

Twoface’s two faces smiled to themselves. ‘Old RatNOSE here is scared his bday bash wouldn’t be as good as Mayor Goodhair’s,’ he sneered.

‘No I’m not,’ I said, and Not Bird squawked, ‘NOT!’

‘It’s true, the mayor’s parties are hard to beat,’ said Splorg. ‘Free food and drink for everybody – plus he’s unveiling a brand new statue of himself today at seven billion o’clock on the dot!

Dr Smell twitched his nose. ‘ANOTHER Mayor Goodhair statue?’ he said. ‘That’s the 57th one this year!’

‘You know Mayor Goodhair – he loves a statue of himself !’ chuckled Jamjar, and I put my hand up, like I was in school.

‘Erm, I don’t want to sound stupid or anything, but can anyone tell me who Mayor Goodhair is exactly?’ I asked.

‘Mayor Goodhair is the mayor of Shnozville,’ said Jamjar.

‘Obviouskeely,’ chuckled Twoface, and Not Bird did a sniggle.

Jamjar ignored Twoface. ‘You know how Mr X goes round town blowing things up and causing trouble?’ she said, and I nodded. ‘Well the mayor is sort of the opposite of that – he replaces hover-pavements when they’re broken and makes sure everything’s clean and tidy.’

‘And why is he called “Mayor GOODHAIR”? I asked.

Jamjar pointed across the road at a statue of a man with an extremely good head of hair. Underneath his head was a little brass plaque with writing on it.

I Future-Ratboy-zoomed my eyes in and read the words ‘Mayor Goodhair’.

‘Because he’s got the keelest hair in the whole of Shnozville!’ chuckled Dr Smell.

said Twoface, as we waved goodbye to Dr Smell and carried on walking towards Shnozville Town Square. ‘Ever since he kidnapped The Wise Old Vending Machine he’s completely disappeared off the face of Shnozville!’

‘Maybe I scared him off,’ I smiled, pointing to myself. ‘I am the Shnozville Superhero of the Month, after all!’

‘NOT!’ screeched Not Bird, and Twoface cackled.

Not Bird squawks ‘NOT’ after everything I say, in case you haven’t noticed. And it’s been really getting on my nerves recently.

‘You do realise you’re my sidekick, don’t you, Not Bird?’ I asked. ‘That means you’re sposed to be on my side.

‘NOT!’ squawked Not Bird again, and I picked up a leaf sock off the pavement and thought about stuffing it into his mouth, just to shut him up.

Jamjar did her serious face. ‘I wish Mr X WOULD disappear off the face of Shnozville,’ she said. ‘I’ve got a feeling he’ll turn up again sooner or later, though.’

I dropped my leaf sock and put my arm round Jamjar. ‘Don’t worry, Jamjar. Future Ratboy will protect you from the evil Mr X!’ I said in my keelest superhero voice.

‘NOT!’ screeched Not Bird for the seven trillionth time that morning. He high-fived Twoface with his wing and I felt the TV on my belly fizzle like a shaken-up can of Hedgehog Cola.

‘I tell you what, Not Bird,’ I snapped. ‘Why don’t you just be Twoface’s sidekick? Because it’s pretty obvious you don’t want to be mine!

‘NOT!’ screeched Not Bird, snuggling into Twoface’s neck.

‘NOT YOURSELF !’ I shouted back.

‘Ratboy! Not Bird!’ cooed a familikeels voice, and Bunny appeared behind us, wobbling along the pavement to catch up. ‘Stop bickering, you two!’

Splorg looked at Bunny like he’d never seen her outside of Bunny Deli before. ‘What are YOU doing here?’ he asked.

‘I couldn’t miss Mayor Goodhair’s birthday party, could I?’ smiled Bunny, looking round at us all. ‘Ooh, you are a bunch of adorable little weirdos!’ she giggled, giving us a cuddle each, which didn’t take that long seeing as she’s got ten arms.

I glanced over at Splorg with his shiny bald blue head, Jamjar with her five arms and Twoface with his two stupid faces.

They were definitely the strangest-looking friends I’d ever had.

‘I wonder what Mayor Goodhair’s gonna get for his birthday!’ said Splorg, and I thought about my mum and dad again, wrapping up my present for next week.

Maybe, if I was lucky, Mr X really would disappear off the face of Shnozville. Then my work here in the future would be done and I could zap myself home in time for my birthday.

It wasn’t like I didn’t have friends back in the old days. They just weren’t quite as keel as these ones.

‘What you looking so serious about, Ratbogies?’ asked Twoface, snapping me out of my thought bubble.

‘Nothing,’ I said, as we turned the corner into Shnozville Town Square.