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  Andy Griffiths is the award-winning author of the JUST series, The Bad Book, and the two previous novels in the BUM trilogy: The Day My Bum went Psycho and Zombie Bums from Uranus. He has also published a non-fiction book for adults, Fast Food and No Play Make Jack a Fat Boy. Andy recently gained his basic bum-fighter’s certificate from Silas Sterne’s Bum-fighting Academy and hopes to become a professional bum hunter when he grows up.

  Also by Andy Griffiths

  and illustrated by Terry Denton

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  The Day My Bum Went Psycho

  Zombie Bums from Uranus

  Bumageddon: the Final Pongflict

  Also by Andy Griffiths

  (with Jim Thomson and Sophie Blackmore)

  Fast Food and No Play Make

  Jack a Fat Boy: Creating a healthier lifestyle

  for you and your children

  CONTENTS

  COVER

  ABOUT ANDY GRIFFITHS

  ALSO BY ANDY GRIFFITHS

  TITLE PAGE

  COPYRIGHT

  DEDICATION

  PROLOGUE

  CHAPTER 1: BLOB

  CHAPTER 2: BLOBBIFIED

  CHAPTER 3: WIPE!

  CHAPTER 4: FIGHT!

  CHAPTER 5: DIG!

  CHAPTER 6: SURROUNDED!

  CHAPTER 7: BUM-FIGHT

  CHAPTER 8: SCHLOOOMPH!

  CHAPTER 9: DEATH RAY

  CHAPTER 10: NED

  CHAPTER 11: ROBOBUM

  CHAPTER 12: BUMAGEDDON

  CHAPTER 13: BUMAGEDDON?

  CHAPTER 14: PROPHECY

  CHAPTER 15: SOAP

  CHAPTER 16: REWIND

  CHAPTER 17: PREPARATIONS

  CHAPTER 18: COUNTDOWN

  CHAPTER 19: 650,000,000 BC

  CHAPTER 20: MUD

  CHAPTER 21: BUMOLUTION

  CHAPTER 22: HATCH

  CHAPTER 23: EXTERMINATE!

  CHAPTER 24: BUM HUNT

  CHAPTER 25: 65,000,000 BC

  CHAPTER 26: TYRANNOSORE-ARSE

  CHAPTER 27: RUN!

  CHAPTER 28: TRICERABUTT

  CHAPTER 29: OLÉ!

  CHAPTER 30: FIRE

  CHAPTER 31: RESCUED

  CHAPTER 32: DESPERATE

  CHAPTER 33: BUMAGEDDON!!!

  CHAPTER 34: SUSPICION

  CHAPTER 35: POOPASAUR

  CHAPTER 36: CAMPFIRE

  CHAPTER 37: STINKANT-NAPPED

  CHAPTER 38: GRAN

  CHAPTER 39: REUNITED

  CHAPTER 40: STOMP!

  CHAPTER 41: ESCAPE?

  CHAPTER 42: GOODBYE

  CHAPTER 43: QUESTIONS

  CHAPTER 44: CONFRONTATION

  CHAPTER 45: TRUTH

  CHAPTER 46: ABANDONED

  CHAPTER 47: STUCK!

  CHAPTER 48: VINES

  CHAPTER 49: BUMANTULA

  CHAPTER 50: MUTANT

  CHAPTER 51: ORIGAMI

  CHAPTER 52: TRAPPED!

  CHAPTER 53: CRUSH!

  CHAPTER 54: NOTHING

  CHAPTER 55: GIFT

  CHAPTER 56: PROPOSAL

  CHAPTER 57: STALLING

  CHAPTER 58: KISS

  CHAPTER 59: STINK KONG

  CHAPTER 60: BUMODACTYL

  CHAPTER 61: NEST

  CHAPTER 62: SNATCH!

  CHAPTER 63: PANIC

  CHAPTER 64: SKULLDUGGERY

  CHAPTER 65: DESTINY?

  CHAPTER 66: PRAYERS

  CHAPTER 67: HOUSEKEEPING

  CHAPTER 68: FAREWELL

  CHAPTER 69: CRACK

  CHAPTER 70: TEARS

  CHAPTER 71: PREPARATIONS

  CHAPTER 72: AWOL

  CHAPTER 73: WEDDING

  CHAPTER 74: SPRUNG!

  CHAPTER 75: PUDDLE

  CHAPTER 76: MOPPED UP

  CHAPTER 77: SQUASH!

  CHAPTER 78: LOVE

  CHAPTER 79: BOOM!

  CHAPTER 80: BUMHALLA?

  CHAPTER 81: BARNHALLA

  CHAPTER 82: ED

  CHAPTER 83: BUM-FREE!

  CHAPTER 84: HOMECOMING

  CHAPTER 85: MARBLETON

  CHAPTER 86: ALIVE!

  CHAPTER 87: STORIES

  CHAPTER 88: BEGINNINGS

  GLOSSARY

  Teacher’s notes for Bumageddon: The Final Pongflict are available at www.panmacmillan.com.au and www.andygriffiths.com.au

  First published 2005 in Pan by Pan Macmillan Australia Pty Limited

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  Reprinted 2005 (twice), 2006

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  Griffiths, Andy, 1961– .

  Bumageddon: the final pongflict.

  For children.

  ISBN 0 330 42197 2.

  1. Human–alien encounters – Juvenile fiction. I. Title.

  A823.3

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  Dedicated to everybody who has—

  or has ever had—a bum.

  PROLOGUE

  And enormous bums will conquer the world and complete and utter devarsetation will follow. Giant brown blobs will rain down upon the earth for forty days and forty nights. An evil stench will cover the land. And bums will rule the world again as they did in their glorious prehistoric past.

  from The Book of Bumageddon, Chapter 3006, Verse 258, the Sir Roger Francis Rectum edition.

  CHAPTER 1

  BLOB

  Zack Freeman looked up and realised that he was about to be squashed by a giant brown blob.

  Oh no! he thought. Not a giant brown . . .

  But that was all he had time to think before the giant brown blob crashed down on top of him—and ev
erybody else—gathered at the Bum-fighting Academy.

  Zack, his bum, his parents, Eleanor Sterne, Silas Sterne, the Kicker, the Smacker and fifty of the best and brightest bum-fighting recruits in the world.

  All squashed.

  All buried.

  All completely giant-brown-blobbified.

  CHAPTER 2

  BLOBBIFIED

  It was a sad end to what had been the proudest and happiest morning of Zack Freeman’s life.

  Not only had Zack just arrived back on Earth after saving the world from a zombie bum invasion and rescuing his parents from Uranus, but he had also graduated from Silas Sterne’s Bum-fighting Academy. In one hand he proudly held his basic bum-fighter’s certificate, and in the other a special medal of excellence for his work in the bum-fighting simulator.

  Unfortunately, however, none of the challenges Zack had faced so far—either real or simulated—had prepared him for giant-brown-blobbification.

  He was way out of his depth.

  And sinking fast.

  He shut his eyes.

  He pinched his nose.

  He held his breath.

  And then he did . . . well . . . nothing.

  There was nothing he could do.

  He could hardly move.

  The blob was too thick. And too dark . . . or rather, too brown. Pitch-brown.

  He didn’t know which way was up.

  He didn’t know which way was down.

  North or south.

  East or west.

  Zack’s mind was racing.

  He didn’t want to die.

  Not yet, anyway.

  And especially not inside a giant brown blob.

  What if the giant brown blob set hard and became a fossil?

  And what if he became a fossil inside the giant brown blob?

  And what if one day in the future they dug it up, cracked it open and found him?

  He didn’t want his body to be put in a glass case and displayed in a museum for schoolchildren to laugh at. ‘Eeerggghhh, yuck!’ they’d say. ‘Blob-boy! Look at the disgusting blob-boy!’

  Then again, perhaps that was better than not being found and having to spend eternity trapped inside a giant brown blob . . .

  Zack shuddered at the thought. With a mighty effort he brought his mind back to the present. He had to stop worrying about what might happen in the future and start focusing on what was happening to him right now.

  And fast.

  Zack smiled ruefully as he realised he was still clutching his bum-fighter’s certificate. He’d been so proud to receive it, but in this situation a bum-fighter’s certificate wasn’t even worth the paper it was printed on.

  Or was it?

  Paper.

  The word triggered something inside him—but what? What use was paper?

  Suddenly an image of his grandfather flashed into Zack’s mind. Percy Freeman—one of the world’s first bum-fighters: the Wiper. Armed with only a few rolls of toilet paper and an enormous load of courage, he had wiped some of the deadliest bums on the planet.

  Paper.

  Wiper.

  Even as Zack’s oxygen-starved brain was shutting down, the two words forged a fragile, but life-saving, bond in his mind.

  Zack knew what he had to do.

  He brought the piece of paper up in front of his face.

  And started wiping.

  CHAPTER 3

  WIPE!

  Zack wiped.

  He wiped hard.

  He wiped fast.

  He wiped harder and faster than he’d ever wiped before.

  He wiped out a clear space around his head, opened his mouth and took a deep breath. Sure, it was bad air, but it was a lot better than no air.

  Feeling stronger and more hopeful, Zack gripped the certificate with both hands and began the powerful scoop-wipe that he’d learnt at the Academy. At the same time he began to kick his feet. It was hard work, but it allowed him to begin tunnelling slowly through the blob.

  He still didn’t know where he was going, but at least he was going somewhere.

  He’d been tunnelling for only a few minutes when he felt a small soft shape moving in front of him.

  Although he couldn’t see anything in the pitch-brown, Zack could feel that the shape was in fact a small hand.

  Zack recognised it immediately. He reached forwards and pulled the hand—and its owner—into his tunnel.

  ‘There you are!’ said Zack to his bum. ‘I thought I’d lost you!’

  ‘Zack?’ it said in a small voice. ‘What happened? Where are we?’

  ‘A giant brown blob fell out of the sky,’ said Zack. ‘That’s what happened. And we’re trapped inside it.’

  ‘It wasn’t my fault!’ said Zack’s bum. ‘I didn’t do it! I swear!’

  ‘Calm down,’ said Zack. ‘I know you didn’t.’

  ‘Are we going to die?’ said his bum.

  ‘Not if I can help it,’ said Zack.

  ‘Great,’ said his bum. ‘So we ARE going to die!’

  Zack was beginning to wish that he hadn’t found his bum. He’d forgotten just how annoying it could be.

  ‘I don’t want to die!’ screamed his bum. ‘I’m too young!’

  ‘Then stop complaining and DO something!’ said Zack, shaking his bum.

  ‘What?’ it said.

  ‘That’s exactly what I’m trying to figure out,’ said Zack. ‘We can keep wiping, but there’s no way of telling where we’re actually going. We could be going round and round inside this blob forever.’

  ‘Until we die, you mean,’ said his bum.

  ‘That’s enough!’ said Zack. ‘You’re not helping, you know!’

  ‘Sorry,’ said his bum.

  But deep down Zack wondered if his bum was right.

  He’d wiped and wiped and wiped and there was still no sign of a way out.

  ‘Zack?’ said his bum, in a brighter voice. ‘Remember when we got caught in the crapalanche?’

  ‘Yes,’ said Zack.

  ‘We thought we were going to die then, too, didn’t we?’ said his bum. ‘But we didn’t.’

  ‘Actually, we did,’ said Zack gloomily. ‘We went over the Brown River sewagefall. We were crushed to death on the rocks, remember?’

  ‘Oh yeah,’ said his bum. ‘That’s right . . . but that wasn’t real—it was in the bum-fighting simulator. And we only went over the falls because the Kicker accidentally set the difficulty level on the training program too high. And anyway, what about the brown hole? That was real and we got sucked into that and didn’t die.’

  ‘I’m not sure about that,’ said Zack.

  ‘Not sure about what?’ said his bum. ‘Not sure that the brown hole was real?’

  ‘No,’ said Zack, ‘I’m not sure that we survived. I think there’s a strong possibility that we died and went to hell . . . and this is it!’

  ‘That’s not funny, Zack,’ said his bum.

  ‘I’m not trying to be funny,’ said Zack. ‘Even if we do get out, what would be the point? We’ll probably just get squashed by another giant brown blob. I thought that after everything we’ve been through, and everything we’ve done, the Earth would finally be safe. I was wrong. I now see there’s no end to it . . . and there never will be.’

  CHAPTER 4

  FIGHT!

  ‘So that’s it?’ said Zack’s bum. ‘You’re giving up?’

  ‘I’m not giving up,’ said Zack. ‘I’m just accepting reality.’

  ‘What about your parents?’ said his bum. ‘And Eleanor, and Silas Sterne and the Smacker and the Kicker? You’re just going to abandon them?’

  Zack shrugged. ‘I already saved them all,’ he said. ‘Twice! It’s their turn to save me. If they’re alive, that is.’

  ‘Zack,’ said his bum, ‘do you still have the medal and the certificate they gave you at your graduation?’

  ‘Yes,’ Zack said.

  ‘You don’t deserve them,’ said his bum.

  ‘What do you
mean?’ said Zack. ‘I earned them.’

  ‘You really believe that?’ said his bum. ‘You know as well as I do that they only gave them to you because they felt sorry for you.’

  ‘Shut up,’ said Zack.

  ‘It’s true!’ said his bum. ‘They all laugh at you behind your back. Face facts, Zack. You’re a total loser. And you always have been. You can’t even control me, your own bum, let alone save the world!’

  ‘Do you want an atomic power punch?’ said Zack. ‘Because you’re heading the right way to get one.’

  ‘Oooh, don’t scare me,’ said his bum.

  Despite the pitch-brownness, Zack saw red. Things were bad enough without having to put up with being taunted by a bum. Especially his own. He was going to teach it some respect, even if it was the last thing he did—which, by the way things were looking, it probably would be. He drew back his fist and let fly.

  WHAM!

  ‘Didn’t even hurt!’ said his bum.

  Zack atomic-power-punched it again—this time with both fists.

  POW!

  The force of the punch sent his bum deep into the brown murk of the blob.

  ‘Call that a double-handed atomic power punch?’ said his bum’s muffled voice. ‘You should be ashamed of yourself. Didn’t they teach you anything at the Bum-fighting Academy?’

  Zack launched himself forwards and set upon his bum with a bloodcurdling yell. ‘This is all your fault!’ he screamed.

  Zack punched.

  Zack smacked.

  Zack kicked.

  Zack pinched.

  Zack punched and smacked and kicked and pinched his bum with all the atomic bum-punching bum-smacking bum-kicking bum-pinching force that he could muster.

  With every blow they travelled further and further through the blob.

  Zack was still punching and smacking and kicking and pinching a few minutes later when he and his bum broke through the thick, dried outer crust of the giant brown blob, and rolled onto the ground.

  CHAPTER 5

  DIG!

  Zack lay on the ground blinking against the brightness of the day. He was caked with brown blob-sludge. The stench was awful.

  ‘Haven’t you two got better things to do than fight at a time like this?’ said a voice.