A Yurble stole my cinnamon roll! Circulation: 149,520,230 Issue: 285 | 30th day of Running, Y9
Home | Archives Articles | Editorial | Short Stories | Comics | New Series | Continued Series

The Secret of the Kreludan Mining Corp. Discovered!

by chlorinejunkie


Day 1, the Entry Hall:

As I entered the mines on my first day of work, I was greeted by an unfriendly mutant Grundo who later told me that his name was General 34. General 34 told me the section of the mines that I was to be working in and then proceeded to push me down the mine shaft into the lift that was to take me to my workplace.

When I finally arrived in section 56, a dreary sight met my eyes; hundreds upon thousands of mine workers, Xweetoks, Acaras, Chombies... name any type of pet and you would find one down here. The walls of the enormous rock cavern were a dirty brown, cracked and crumbling with age. I set to work with my pick-axe, finding it almost impossible to break off more rock than you could fit in a very, very small pea Chia’s stomach at a time. Even though the walls were crumbling, they were still as hard as... well, rock. When the dinner break finally came, we stood in a mile long queue to get our food, which I was less than pleased to find out was Squashed Salisbury Steak and Caramelised Blunkabean. I got talking to one of the miners, an Ixi with a bad leg. When I asked her about what she thought of the whole mining job idea, she burst into an uncontrollable sobbing fit and was soon whipped back into silence by one of the supervisors.

When dinner ended we were marched back to our sleeping quarters - dreary, old fashioned rooms that reminded me of the burnt out shack of a house in the Gypsy Camp. I was told that I was sharing a room with worker 456397, who I later found out was a rather grey looking Hissi with absolutely no sense of humour. After three hours of what the supervisor’s called ‘free-time’ (a time when we were made to play Gormball again and again with no rests in between each game), we trudged back to our bunks for the night.

Day 2, Return to Section 56:

On this day I finally discovered what we miners were actually mining for. There I was, hacking away at the rocky wall when the worker beside me (A blue Chomby named worker 646747584) suddenly yelled ‘MALLOW ALERT’ and was surrounded by the supervisors. I later found out that this Chomby had found a large clump of marshmallow in the wall, the substance that I discovered we were mining for. That night after a dinner of... yep, you guessed it, Squashed Salisbury Steak and Caramelised Blunkabean, I went to sleep with a great many questions in my head.

Day 3, The Transmogrification Pits:

I had to find out more about why they were mining for marshmallow and what they were using it for, so, as the excellent reporter that I am, I hid in one of the mining carts that had removed worker 646747584’s supply of marshmallow the day before and waited to be taken to wherever the marshmallow had gone.

After a rather uncomfortable journey through the deepest and dankest pits of Kreludor, I arrived in a very strange place. As I was unable at the time to take photographs of the room, I shall have to describe what I saw to you instead. The walls were all plated in metal and the carpet was a thick pile of mouldy sawdust. There was a long winding conveyer belt twisting like a Kazeriu’s tail leading into a large machine with flashing lights and buttons on. Heading along this conveyer belt toward the machine were millions of scared looking Grundos. When they entered the machine, a blinding light filled the room as a button flashed. When my eyes became used to the light, I could finally see what was on the conveyer belt coming from out of the machine, and it was a tasty but gruesome sight: billions of marshmallow Grundos dropping into baskets at the end of the belt, but where did these baskets go? I jumped into one to find out...

Any attempt to talk to the Grundos was wasted, they were all scared stiff and could not reply to me, so I waited out the rest of the journey in silence, my mind on fire.

When the basket finally stopped moving, I peeped out of the side of the basket to see what was going on. I was in a packing depot, about to be loaded along with the marshmallow Grundos into wooden crates to be rocketed off to some distant place. By then, my tiredness got the better of me and I fell into a deep sleep.

Day 4, the Space Station:

When I awoke, I found myself in some kind of store room. I kicked my way out of the wooden crate and had a look around. All that I could see was hundreds of wooden crates like mine, so I kicked one open. Inside of the crate were millions of packets of Borovan. It all added up! Who else who lives on the Space Station would have a store room full of Borovan packets and marshmallow Grundos but Dr. Sloth himself! Everyone knows that he likes nothing better than to wake up in the morning with a cup of hot Borovan with a few marshmallow Grundos floating in it. Well, by then I thought that it was about time that I got back to the guys at the Neopian Times to tell them about my findings.

Day 5, Home Again:

The journey home proved rather tricky, as you would probably have expected. I can tell you that it is not easy to escape from the Space Station store room, but I managed to sneak into a guided tour group bound for the Lever of DOOM!!!! then left in a spaceship that was heading for Faerieland.

When I arrived, the faeries were pretty sympathetic. I guess they thought that I was some kind of loony, babbling on about marshmallow Grundos and Dr. Sloth. However, now that the truth is finally out, Dr. Sloth has been named and shamed for his cruel treatment of Grundos (especially the marshmallow kind), and the world of Neopia will learn to keep their Grundos safe. So, Dr. Sloth, if you are out there reading this, I just want you to know that you will be brought to justice once and for all.

By chlorinejunkie and her Grundo, Greemo567_657

Search the Neopian Times

Great stories!



by linnipooh


And the Meepits Outgrabe
Ooooh, she's so cuuute...!

by kittylin


What Jhudora Does For Fun...
Who says voodoo dolls are just nonsense?

by fruitcupandspoons


Guardian: Part Two
Rionex turned around and glared at Sage. "Mom, they'd still think I'm crazy!" she cried angrily. "Why don't you want me to go near large bodies of water? Why won't you tell me even who my dad is? Why won't you explain anything to me?"

by kaylamdal111112

Submit your stories, articles, and comics using the new submission form.