Morris Magenta: Creeper Inventor Book 5: Champion Contender

By Mark Mulle

From being a college professor, Morris the Creeper has turn his sights into the world of sports! Does he has what it takes to be a champion contender?

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Mark Mulle
• Release date: Jun 25, 2024
• ISBN: 9798330252312

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Morris Magenta

Book 5: Champion Contender

Mark Mulle

PUBLISHED BY:

Mark Mulle

Copyright © 2017

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

I don’t understand sports. I’ve never understood sports. Apart from one summer during my time at The Stonewall Academy of Science, Speculation and Yammeration (SASSY) where I was treasurer of the Competitive Pig-Riding Society, I’ve never had the slightest interest in sport. And yet here I am. Hired to get a team ready for the Annual Spleef Championship. It’s a strange world we live in, isn’t it?

Introductions. For those of you who’ve skipped ahead, and decided to jump in at diary number five rather than doing their reading, my name is Morris Magenta. I am the world’s first, best, and only creeper inventor. I was a human once, but due to a rather complex mix-up that I’ll not get into detail about, I’m now permanently stuck in the body of a creeper. Together with Fred, my trusty zombie butler, and assistant (who, since I have no hands, is writing this down as I say it), I adventure all across the land using my genius and skill to help those in need. For a healthy fee of course – those bills don’t pay for themselves.

My latest adventure (if you can call it that) has just begun. A rather cheerful fellow by the name of Alpert Happy has hired Fred and me to help him with his latest little scheme. Happy, so he says, is the owner and lone employee of the fruit-selling company ‘Alpert’s Happy Apples’. I’ve never heard of it, but apparently it’s pretty famous. Mr Happy wants to make it even more famous, so he’s decided to use his hard-earned ingots to enter a team in the Minecraftia Spleef Championships in two weeks. And he thinks I can help his team win. Well, he’s not wrong there, of course. But he’d better be paying us in something other than apples.

A note about spleef. Now for those who don’t know (I didn’t, I’ve had Fred do the research), Spleef is a game of digging. Invented by the miner Greenslimy Maulrus several hundred years ago, and it’s become the unofficial national sport of Minecraftia. It’s a simple game, involving two or more players in an arena of blocks suspended over a pit of some kind. The aim is simply to dig the floor out from under your opponent. The first one to fall into the pit loses. Simple. Rather too simple for my tastes. I enjoy challenges of the mind, not muscle-headed nonsense such as this. But a job is a job, and Happy does seem awfully keen to have us involved.

We’re heading out to Happy’s house tonight to meet the rest of the team. I’ve had Fred pack everything we’ll need – the Magenta Multi-Shovel Dig-O-Matic, the Magenta Dirt-Spitting Dispensotronic, and the Magenta Spring-Loaded Hopper-Boots.

CHAPTER TWO

We’ve hit our first snag. That didn’t take long, did it? Then again, Happy does seem to be the most silly upbeat fellow I’ve ever met. If his house was on fire, he’d probably say that it was nice and warm.

Welcome, Mr. Magenta, welcome, smiled the apple-seller, as he led Fred and I into his little cobblestone home, Don’t worry Freddy, just leave all those inventions and such by the door. Don’t worry about wiping your feet either, it’s no bother. My house is your house, right?

Right, I said, without much enthusiasm. Already our chirpy friend was beginning to fray my nerves. Which is a dangerous thing, if you happen to be a creeper.

This way, said Happy, leading us into the living room, Come and meet the rest of the team. Fine people, everyone!

In the living room, waiting beside a jukebox playing some infuriatingly cheerful tune, were my new teammates. A man and a woman, both glanced up when we entered. The woman first, the man a little slower.

Buddies,