Mr Meep Goes To School

“But Miss Hastings”, said Marjorie, looking up at her primary school teacher with a scrap of torn paper, all that was left of her homework jotter, clutched in her right hand, “It’s true! An alien really did eat my homework. A large blue furry alien with a bowler hat on its head”.

“Now, Marjorie Briggs”, scoffed Marjorie’s teacher, “You and I both know that that is a lie and I’ll tell you why. Because there are no such things as blue, furry aliens and, if there were, they certainly wouldn’t wear bowler hats or go round eating the homework of little school children!”.

“Well”, said Marjorie, scratching her head, slightly confused, “If there’s no such thing as a blue, furry alien then what’s that big blue thing appearing behind you?”

“Big blue thing?”, asked Marjories teacher, puzzled; turning round to look, “What big blue thing?”

Mr Meep raised his bowler hat courteously as he always did in the presence of a lady, “Meep!”, he said, introducing himself.

But all of Mr Meeps courteousness was of little use with Miss Hastings, who was easily startled, especially by large, blue furry aliens and all she did was scream and faint over her desk.

“I’m sorry, Mr Meep”, said Marjorie sadly to her large, furry blue friend, “I told you that she wouldn’t understand. Grown-ups never do”.

“Meep!”, agreed Mr Meep, shaking his head, sadly.

But then, all of a sudden, there was a loud
clanging sound. It was so loud that it made Mr Meep jump with fright.

“Meep?”, asked Mr Meep, covering his furry blue earholes with his large furry, blue hands.

“That’s the school fire bell”, said Marjorie, “The school must be on fire! Oh, Mr Meep, what will we do?”.

“Meep!”, said Mr Meep, with a determined look on his face and then he threw down his silver bowler hat upon the floor of the classroom and, in the next instant, Marjorie was astounded to see the silver bowler hat grow into a small flying saucer type spaceship.

Then he opened the door of the spaceship and Marjorie said to her classmates who were starting to panic a little, “Quick everyone, get into Mr Meep’s spaceship”.

And, when all the little children had filed aboard the bowler hat shaped space vessel and were safely seated with their seatbelts securely fastened, Mr Meep picked up Miss Hastings, who was still unconscious and carried her into the ship aswell.

Then, after pressing a few buttons and pulling a few levers on a mysterious looking control panel,
Mr Meep made the amazing ship rise into the air and it rose up so fast that it hit and broke through the classroom ceiling with a loud crash then, once the ship was out in the open, Mr Meep turned a silver steering wheel on his control panel, steering the strange spaceship towards the school playground before bringing the ship down again and landing it safely near to the school gates.

“Young man!”, snapped Miss Hastings, suddenly regaining consciousness, “ I do not find your silly blue, furry costume in the least bit amusing! In fact I ought to report you to the police for your silly, costumed shenanigans”.

“But Miss Hastings”, said Marjorie as her primary school teacher got to her feet, “Mr Meep just saved your life! He saved all of us!”.

“Meep!”, said Mr Meep, nodding his blue furry head in agreement.

Then Miss Hastings looked out of a big round spaceship portal and saw the school building ablaze and then she heard the sound of a wailing fire engine as firemen in yellow uniforms with long hoses arrived to try and put out the fire and she realized that little Marjorie and her strange, blue furry friend were telling the truth.

“Oh, Mr Meep! Thankyou, Mr Meep”, she said, hugging the blue alien and kissing him on his furry cheek.

“Meep!”, replied Mr Meep, blushing.