And here is part 5!
The Podcastards had made it to London in record time, thanks to some singing from Ine to convince the train driver to travel directly to London.
They were worried about Greg and Chris. They had not tweeted anything other than “serious” news things and factual content.
“This isn’t right” Katt said putting her phone away.
There was a murmuring of agreement from the others as they walked into Victoria station.
“We need to get the Tube to Oxford Circus and we can walk from there” Julia said, pointing the way to the underground.
“Isn’t.. isn’t there a bus or something we can take?” Sara asked, looking warily at the numerous steps to the underground platforms. Ellen agreed, along with Ianthe and Lauren.
And so, the intrepid explorers and kind strangers walked out the doors and towards the bus station, still talking about their plan and how worried they were about two of their heroes.
Mr Unimagination man had come up with a cunning plan.
By which, of course I mean that Brian had come up with a cunning plan.
“So, let’s review” Mr Unimagination man said as they walked up Regent street.
“I’ll sneak in while you create a distraction” Brian said smoothly. “They won’t recognise me in this coat,” indicating his long, brown coat.
“And when I get upstairs I’ll-“ Brian was cut off by a loud honk of a horn.
“I’ll, uh, I’ll… what was I saying?” Brian stammered, flustered, as one tends to be after almost getting flattened by a London bus (always look both ways before crossing the road, kids)
“I’ll do the distraction while you sneak up and…?” Mr Unimagination man looked at Brian the way a child looked at an entertainer, like this person was the best and most interesting person in the entire world and no one and nothing else in the universe matters apart from this one person right now.
“Uh, yeah. So I’ll get up there and… and… and I’ll put this chip in the processor of the computer and transmit the B-waves across the radio signal to bore the whole of the UK.” Brian sighed slightly. He still hadn’t thought of a way to get out of it without Mr Unimagination man finding out.
“Excellent my boy! Excellent!” Mr Unimagination man clapped his hands gleefully
“But sir, I have a question.” Brian barely paused for breath as he continued before he could be cut off, “how do we reverse it?” He saw the look of malice on his evil boss’ face and hurried to explain himself, “ I mean, what if I take a hit of it? You won’t have anyone to think up imaginative and cunning plans for you…”
Mr Unimagination man considered this carefully. He stopped next to Starbucks to ponder more deeply.
“Well,” he said, stroking his boring chin.
Brian prepared himself for a long and boring speech but he knew he had to stay alert. He had to find out how to help Greg and Chris
“You see Brian, my boy, my main guy, my… compadre. It’s important to remember the importance of having a backup plan. And of course I have one. My backup plan…” This was incredibly dull, “… I have a reversal code”
“You what?” Brian choked, “I, uh, I mean… that’s a very very clever idea sir. Always good to have in case of an emergency… or an error caused by someone as dumb as me”
Mr Unimagination man eyed Brian with interest, “yes… yes, accidents like you tend to slow down people like me”
Brian tried very hard not to show how much this comment hurt him, remembering that this man was very mean and very evil
“So what is the code? Just in case I mean..”
“Why my dear boy, the code is…” the boring evil genius glanced around and motioned for Brian to come closer, “the code is,” his voice got quieter, “908- I’m not dumb”
Brian moved back, a look of confusion stamped across his face, “excuse me?”
“I’m not stupid Brian! I know you have a soft spot for those two losers! I won’t tell you the reversal code! Now get up there and plant that chip!”
The Podcastards got off the bus at Oxford Circus and began walking up Regents street towards broadcasting house.
“Lots is odd people in London aren’t there?” Sara noted, “look at that bloke in the long coat… chatting to a boring looking man,” she yawned.
They hurried up the street, in the direction of the odd looking pair.
Ellen accidentally bumped into someone, who bumped into someone else, who spilled their coffee on the man in the long coat.
“Oh I’m so sorry!” Ellen gasped as she reached forward to try to help somehow. But all she managed to do was summon some leerdammer, which quickly melted on the hot coffee. She continued to try and help, but there wasn’t anything she could do.
“Ellen! Come on!” Ine called to her as the rest of them hurried up the street.
Brian was soaked and burning. Hot coffee hurt. And he knew that it stained really badly and these were new shoes and he was wearing a crisp white shirt. And his cool detective coat!
Mr Unimagination man sighed and rushed into the cafe for some napkins and threw them at Brian,
“Get going then! You’ve got a job to do!”
Brian rolled his eyes, like a child would do when they’re asked to do their homework, he gritted his teeth, as you would do when you’re trying not to hit someone who is being particularly annoying, and turned and continued walking up the street, behind the gang of girls responsible for his soaking shoes and burning leg
They hurried towards broadcasting house, dodging and weaving around all the people.
Chloe and Judith were leading the way, dodging and ducking, showing off their sporty cape, while Lauren showed off the cat like qualities of her cape as she nimbly weaved through people.
“Oi! Wait for us you Speedy Gonzalezes!” Ianthe shouted.
The three girls in the lead waited for a moment as the others caught up, and they walked together towards the big building in the distance, like the A Team.
“The P-Team” Chloe suggested,
“You what?” Laughed Katt.
“We’re walking like the A Team but we should be the P Team. Podcastard Team. WEEEEEEEEEEing our way to get justice” chloe explained.
Everyone laughed. Everyone. Including Brian.
Lauren whipped around quickly and leapt at him,
“Stranger! Why are you following us?” She hissed
Brian leaped backwards, terrified by this girl wheeling around on him like… like a cat
“I-I- I’m going to the BBC I’m sorry” he stammered. He caught sight of ellen, “she spilled hot coffee on me!” He said accusingly
“Sorry” ellen said quietly.
The other Podcastards rallied around and formed a protective circle around ellen.
“Why are you going to the BBC?” He said accusingly, his voice growing stronger, “and who do you think you are? The A Team?” He laughed
“Actually we’re the P Team. Team podcastard” judith said proudly, earning herself an elbow in the ribs from her twin and a “shhhh!”
“Podcastard?” Brian spluttered, his spine began to tingle, like when you hear some beautifully haunting music, “but that means- Greg and Chris! You’re here for Greg and Chris?!” His face spread into a wide grin as he approached the girls, “me too! I’m here to help. Mr Unimagination man- he- he made them boring. And he made my head hurt and-and he wants to make the whole of the UK boring too. He sent me to put this chip in the radio so it makes everyone boring. But i don’t want to. I don’t want to help. Will you help me?” He gasped in a deep breath.
The girls looked at him, a range of emotions crossing their faces. Shock, horror, confusion… understanding.
“Come with us. I’ll explain” said Julia, leading the way into the building with Brian by her side, speaking quickly as they went.
Greg and producer Chris were finishing their meeting and Greg was walking down the corridor feeling overwhelmed and sad. He only had a few days to come up with new ideas for features and games but he was so boring now. He couldn’t think. He couldn’t imagine. He couldn’t even dream! And the only person who would believe his crazy story was probably having the same problem as him!
He bumped into his mate, Chris Smith with the news, literally. Walked straight into him.
“We need to get this sorted, he’s talking about sending us off on leave for a few weeks… I love this place, I can’t go, mate… what are we gonna do?” He said sadly, his eyes had a pleading look in them, much like a puppy begging for an extra treat.
As he spoke, the lift doors opened and out walked a group of young people, a large group of young people. Out walked a tall girl, dragging what looked like an excel sheet, but drawn in the air, another girl, holding a cat, someone holding a notebook, scribbling feverishly, someone else, humming softly to herself, someone holding a handful of cheese, a giant thumb? Rainbows? Were those two doing jumping jacks? Another girl holding a phone saying “hello” over and over again and another who looked oddly awake??
Finally out wandered a dazed looking man in a long coat, covered in coffee stains.
Watching them all walk out of one lift was much like watching one of those magic tricks where 30 clowns climb out of a Mini Cooper. How did they all fit?
“Who the hell is that?” Greg muttered in utter shock
“Julia? Ine! Chloe and WeeJudiee!” Chris exclaimed
“podcast post sara! Lauren and Katt!” Greg smiled despite himself
“Ianthe and Ellen? Sammy!“
“And Natalia!” They concluded together
“And… Brian!” Chris exclaimed, “mate are you ok…. after….?” He trailed off.
“I’m fine guys, but we don’t have much time. Listen to Julia. She knows her stuff” Brian replied, motioning to Julia
“Is there somewhere more… quiet and out of the way we can go?” She asked.
Greg led them to a small office and closed the door, Judith locked it and pushed a chair in front of it giving Greg a stern look before glancing back to Julia as she began to speak.