Scuttlebutt Brightly and the Creeper's Fuse Book 3: The Admin Key

By Mark Mulle

Scuttlebutt Brightly has a lot on his mind. His best friend, Soot the talking creeper, has been kidnapped by a pair of modders, who intend to exterminate all the creepers in Minecraftia. The modders have a giant power-laser. His only hope of stopping them is to

• Language: English
• Publisher: Mark Mulle
• Release date: May 23, 2024
• ISBN: 9798869393265

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Scuttlebutt Brightly and the Creeper’s Fuse

Book 3: The Admin Key

Mark Mulle

PUBLISHED BY:

Mark Mulle

Copyright © 2016

TABLE OF CONTENTS

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter One

He’d better be here. If he’s not, I’m going to be astronautly flowering.

"Me too, I said.

Just relax. He’ll be here. Eighth time lucky, right? Florabel asked.

Professor Fairweather, Florabel, and I approached the Stonewall Institute for Creeper Kinetics. A large sign that said ‘S.I.C.K’ was pinned above the doorway. I sighed. People never thought these things through, did they?

At least you’re back home Professor, said Florabel, You studied at the Stonewall Academy, right?

Yes, said The Professor, A stuffy, miserable locale full of arrogance, ignorance, and senility. I’ve missed it greatly.

That was one of those rare times when I couldn’t tell if The Professor was getting his words confused or not. I’d found reader, that curiously the more time I spent with Professor Fairweather, the harder he was to understand.

Jumbleweed had better be here, I said, I don’t think I can stand another of those notes.

The three of us had been on the mysterious Jumbleweed’s trail since we’d left Wintertide, almost four months ago. A wise old hermit, The Professor had heard, who might just know how to defeat the modders and their evil schemes. However, as it turned out, he was a surprisingly well-traveled old hermit. We’d found his hut in the Splinterbone Desert, but it was empty. Nothing left but a note:

‘Gone to Daiquiri Beach for the summer. Peace. J. xxx’

So go to Daiquiri Beach we did. And what did we find there, dear reader? Another note.

‘Gone minecarting at Adventure land. Peace and love. J. xxx’

So go to Adventure Land we did, only to find another note. On and on to Firestoke, Crimson Hold, Pebble City, even to the Annual Puppy Hammer’s Juggling Festival, and still no sign of Jumbleweed. Finally, we’d ended up here, at The Stonewall Academy. I was beginning to wonder if Jumbleweed existed, or if it was all some elaborate prank set up just to irritate me.

The S.I.C.K building had a long entrance hall, just like all the other academy buildings. They were designed to make the newcomer feel small. A man in a guard’s uniform sat at a desk at the far end, pouring over a gigantic book.

Greetings, I said.

Yes? the guard didn’t look up from his book.

We’re, uh, looking for someone. We were told we might find them here, I said, A Mr Jumbleweed?

Do you have an appointment?

Ah…no…

You’ll need an appointment.

Where can I get one?

You’ll need to see the Appointments Commissioner.

Ah. Where is he?

The Appointments Apartments. But you’ll need to book an appointment to see him.

And…how do I do that?

You’ll need to see the Auxiliary Appointment Commissioner. You can book an appointment with her through the Additional Auxiliary Appointments Apartment, who can be reached if you get an appointment with…

Look, The Professor leaned in, Don’t give me that. I’m a Professor, I know how this works. You’re just a beatific silly man who likes to act more importable than he is.

Would you like to lodge a formal complaint? asked the guard, If so, please book an appointment with the formal complaints commissioner, who can…

Alright, The Professor turned to us, You two go upstairs, see if you can find any sign of our indurative friend. I’ll going to have a chat with this fellow about bureaucratics.

Florabel and I left The Professor to give the guard a piece of his mind, and hurried up the steps towards the lab, following the signs.

Scuttlebutt? said Florabel, Do you smell that?

Yeah…gunpowder…

Well, this is the Creeper Studies building.

At the top of the stairs was an iron door, with ‘Lab Twenty-Four’ written across it. We saw flashes of electricity through the small window and heard hissing and popping noises. I think I even heard a voice shouting More Power! Maximum Power!

Florabel and I shared a look. We shrugged, opened the door, and stepped inside Lab Twenty-Four.

Almost as soon as we did, there was an explosion at the far end of the room. Something came hurtling towards us, and Florabel pushed me out of the way just in time. It smashed into a wall with a painful thud and fell to the floor in a heap.

And then is said, Ochcrivvens…

Uh…hello?

It was a woman. Face stained with gunpowder, hair all spiked up, and goggles that made her eyes look twice as big as they should be. She grinned stupidly, Och. Toss the caber…

Are you alright?

What? Oh aye, aye, o’ course ahmalrigh. Just a wee explosion is all. A wee explosion never hurt anyone.

I’m not sure that’s…

Professor Wikipedia McMackenmack, said the woman. She clambered to her feet, swaying a tad, and beamed ear to ear, Ye can call me Mac. Academy expert in all stuff creeper. And explosive. And you are…

Florabel Steerpike, said Florabel, And this is Scuttlebutt Brightly.

Aye, said Mac, "You look like adventuring types. Let