The junk mobile burped and lurched, juddered and jolted over the badly tarmaced back roads. Idunno had gone the back way to Scumbleborough so that he would not alert the dwarf police. But, who should appear on his steam motorbike but a dwarven copper. Idunno pulled over to the side of the road.
“‘Ello, ‘ello, ‘ello,” said the dwarf policeman.
“Are you not talking to us three in the back?” asked Chop from the back seat.
“Now then my lads, I need to see your documents.”
“What for officer, we weren’t doing anything wrong?” said Ugbash who thought of himself as the group’s leader.
“Think of yourself as the group’s leader do you? Well you seem to have been dropping bits of your car, if that’s what you call it, over the road.”
“Naw, that’s spare junk from my shed, not the car,” advised Idunno.
“Ok, littering. We will say you were littering.”
“I think you only pulled us over ‘cause we’re goblins,” said Ugbash, “it’s a racial stereotype thing. That’s racial harassment.”
“Now look,” said the dwarf, “were you dropping things on the road or not?”
“Er, is that a trick question?”
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The Goblin Adventures
FantasyWe meet Ugbash, Pan Head, Wibble, Wobble, Chop and Idunno from The Crying Pennant in a short serialised story where they go hunting for squink. Then we meet Bip, Bop, Battam, Ugz, Bugz and Tongs the Goblin Space Marines who along with Sergeant Griml...
