âAnd I can see where itâs coming from, too.â
It pointed to the middle of the canyon.
Zack squinted.
There was something moving on the vines.
âDo you think itâs Eleanorâs bum?â said Zack.
âNo,â said Zackâs bum. âItâs not the right colour.
And itâs too big.â
âDo you think itâs in trouble?â said Zack.
âIt sounds like it,â said Zackâs bum.
âDo you think we should help it?â said Zack.
âDefinitely not,â said Zackâs bum. âItâs totally off mission. I think we should just cut Robobum free and get out of here.â
âBut,â said Zack, âwe canât just leave it there!â
âYes, we can,â said Zackâs bum, hacking into the vine. âThis is a dangerous place. If we get distracted, we die.â
They heard the strange gurgling cry again.
Zack looked at his bum. âWhat if it was you out there?â he said.
âBut itâs not me,â said his bum.
âI know that,â said Zack. âBut what if it was ? Youâd want to be rescued, wouldnât you?â
âY-yes . . .â said his bum. âBut . . .â
âThen that settles it,â said Zack. âWeâre going.â
CHAPTER 49
BUMANTULA
F ive minutes later Zack was crawling across the sticky vines towards the struggling figure, his bum perched on his shoulder.
âGee,â said his bum, looking down into the canyon. âIâd hate to fall.â
âThat makes two of us,â said Zack.
âItâs such a long way down,â said his bum.
âYep,â said Zack, gripping the vine tightly.
âYouâd end up totally splattered,â said his bum. âSplattered just like a rotten watermelon dropped from a . . .â
âWould you shut up!â said Zack, grimacing. âYouâre not helping!â
Zack was all too well aware of how high they were.
And how far down they could fall.
But he was doing his best not to think about it. He was just climbing slowlyâand very carefullyâacross the vines towards the moaning figure.
âWhatâs it saying?â said Zackâs bum, as they crawled closer.
âI donât know,â said Zack. âI donât know what language itâs speaking. I donât even know what it is.â
It didnât seem to resemble anything heâd ever seen beforeâman, beast or bumâbut, whatever it was, it was definitely trying to communicate with them.
It appeared to be made of flesh. Flesh that had been pulverised and mashed and then moulded into the rough shape of a man.
And it stunk.
Bad.
Really bad.
Although he was no stranger to bad smells, Zack gagged as they drew up close to the horrible creature. It appeared to be trying to form words, but was having great trouble doing so because its mouth was so crudely formedâlike a hole in a piece of dough.
âCan you make out what itâs saying now?â said Zackâs bum.
âSomething about great danger, I think,â said Zack.
âUm, Zack . . .â said his bum, the blood rushing from its cheeks, leaving it white and trembling andâfor onceâspeechless.
âWhatâs the matter?â said Zack. âAre you all right?â
His bum just pointed to the far side of the canyon.
An enormous black shape was moving across the vines towards them.
An enormous black shape with two bulbous domes and eight legs.
Zack didnât have Nedâs What Bumosaur is That? guide, but he didnât need it. He could see that it was a bumantula.
A giant prehistoric bumantula.
And suddenlyâall too lateâhe could understand what the smelly creature meant by âgreat dangerâ.
One thing was for sure. There was no time to save the creature. It was every manâor in its case, every mutant âfor himself.
Zack turned around, but
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