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Although the journey through the Poop Chute was longer this time than before, it was so much more comfortable that none of our friends minded it at all. They talked together most of the time and as they found the impetuous paramecium goodnatured although fond of the sound of his own voice. They had no idea how far they had gone through the center of the planet, nor when to expect the trip to end. At one time Soda remarked:
"I wonder when we’ll reach the bottom of this hole. And isn’t it funny, Chunks, that what is the bottom to us now, was the top when we fell the other way?"
"What puzzles me," said Chunks, "is how can we fall both ways?"
"That," replied Cydroidobot’s son, "is because Sifillis is round."
"Exactly," responded Montana Shingles the Vice-Tremorroid of Bonertania. "The microcircuits in your head are in fine working order. There is such a thing called the Attraction of Gravitation, which draws everything toward the center of Sifillis. That is why we fall out of bed, and why everything clings to the surface of the planet."
"Why don’t we stop in the middle?" asked Soda.
"Because we go so fast that we acquire speed enough to carry us right up to the other end."
"I don’t understand that, and it makes my beautiful brains ache to try to figure it out," Chunks said after some thought. "One thing draws us to the center and another thing pushes us away from it. But- "
"Don’t ask me why, please," interrupted Mono.
"If you can’t understand it," said the Ratsack Golem, "let it go at that."
"Do you understand it?" Chunks asked.
"As Ebeneezer Poop himself said: ‘There’s lots of thaumaturgy in all of nature. Is anything more wonderful than to see a humped bladderwort grow and blossom, or to power a VCR out of the electricity in the air? The iguanas that manufacture milk for us must have machinery fully as remarkable as--- "
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And then, before the Ratsack Golem could finish his quote, the strong light of day suddenly broke upon them, grew brighter, and completely enveloped them. The Impetuous Paramecium shot into the open air a hundred feet or more and sailed so far away from the Poop Chute hole that when he landed it was on the peak of a mountain and just over the entrance to the Fartmeister’s fartcano headquarters.
"Ouch, my contractile vacuole!" exclaimed Zooesium as they landed.
Our friends were glad to be on solid ground again and they at once dismounted and began to look about them. Zooesium turned himself rightside up again.
Now the army of fart ghouls had gathered thickly around the hole of the Poop Chute, in order to be ready to capture the band of invaders as soon as they popped out. There were, indeed, hundreds of ghouls assembled, and they were led by Kommandant Trenchstench, their most famous commander. But they did not expect the paramecium to fly so high, and he shot out of the Poop Chute so suddenly that it took them by surprise. When the ghouls had rubbed the astonishment out of their eyes and regained their wits, they discovered the paramecium quietly hovering on the mountain far above their heads, while the other Bonertanians were standing in a group and calmly looking down upon them.
Kommandant Trenchstench was very angry at the escape.
"Come down here and be captured!" he shouted, waving his fist at them.
"Come up here and capture us- if you dare!" yelled Cydroidobot’s son, firing his enchanted machine gun into the air.
"Yeah!" shouted Zooesium. "Go crap on your own heads, fart ghouls!"
Chunks blew a raspberry.
Kommandant Trenchstench’ first answer was a fart of rage at the defiance; then he turned and issued a command to his ghouls. These ghouls were all armed with sharpened petrified poo sticks and with one accord they raised these spears and threw them straight at their foes, so that they rushed through the air in a perfect cloud of flying weapons.
Some damage might have been done had not the Impetuous Paramecium quickly floated before the others, his body being so big that it shielded every one of them. The poo sticks rattled against Zooesium and then fell harmlessly to the ground. The projectiles had been enchanted by the Fartmeister and all straightway bounded back into the hands of those who had thrown them, but even Kommandant Trenchstench could see that it was useless to repeat the attack. In a twinkling they all disappeared back into the fartcano.
Then Kommandant Trenchstench came back with the Fartmeister himself. The king turned around, lifted his robe, spread his plump yet saggy buttcheeks, and pooted an incantation that put Zooesium into a deep sleep from which our friends could not rouse him. Then Trenchstench and the Fartmeister went back inside the fartcano because they had to use the bathroom.
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