Nigel...

McGinty woke up in a very small space. He was surrounded by corrugated iron, Lego, chocolate bar wrappers, bits of fluff, elastic bands, toilet roll tubes, empty washing up liquid bottles, randomly attached parts from videogame consoles and the faint smell of tuna.

'Come with me if you want to live,' said the person standing on the gangplank of the enormous spaceship, who looked like a smaller, skinnier, less muscly version of Arnold Schwarzenegger.

'Duped?' said Nigel. 'I think so,' said McGinty.

'I wasn't expecting that,' said Nigel, as he looked at the big, misshapen, purple rock before him.

A few years from now... Somewhere in the Midlands, England... (being the first chapter in my attempt at a story for younger folk)