Chapter twelve.

George looked up in amazement to find, a great big gorilla standing over him! he could have sworn that his mother were standing in front of him, and now all of a sudden a gorilla appeared! The only explanation possible was that George’s mother had turned into a gorilla. This didn’t figure boxes only turned into other boxes, trees or peat! So how had the gorilla come to be there rather than mummy box?

Having spent so long away from home exploring he had missed a lot at home, and still didn’t know that his parents had been box-napped! There was an animal cult that had started last Wednesday about 3.45 pm in a small east London shed aptly named ‘secret cult shed’. The main aims of said cult was to stop post-inanimate objects namely boxes from leading normal animate lives. They believed only things animate before the disaster could shop in Tescos and own property (they hated it when a person walked up and said excuse me these are human shops. This just confused the hell out of them; they were slightly on the simple side).

The box family being post-inanimate objects made them a prime target. They had found some technology developed by the evil genius that transformed them temporally into anything at all as long as what they were changing into existed already this was called a morphicator. This is why George’s parents were currently tied up and locked in a pretty miffed cellar (it hated having its door locked because the lock stuck and the door was always kicked which made it grumpy, the cellar just couldn’t deal with a grumpy door).

The gorilla had on this day, forgotten to charge his morphicator batteries. They ran out at a pretty crucial point of the evil plan, capturing a soggy George! His ability to escape from strange and improbable situation confused the gorilla army. They liked logic and George followed no existing form of logic now or ever. They wanted to put an end to this, and his unlikely friendship with his bedroom, Roomy.