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Excerpt – Mars Mission

A mission that smells of gas

Pol: You see Paul, the future of the future, the new fuel of tomorrow, is the flageolet bean, an inexhaustible source of natural gas.

Paul: Poor little thing, his brain is the size of a bean.

Pol: I've eaten ten boxes. I'm at the maximum fermentation stage.

Paul: Ten cans in this little body. It could explode at any moment.

The countdown has begun!

Paul: Oh! Oh! Gas leak?

Pol: Quick, big Paul, I need to get to the launch ramp.

Pol: I'm clinging to the launch pad that points to Mars.

Paul: Isn't the Moon a little closer?

Pol the Gastronaut

Pol: Are you questioning my knowledge of gastroenterology?

Paul: I think he meant astronaut.

Full throttle

Pol: Here we go! The Marchiennes are mine.

Paul: Quick, I'm running away! I don't want to end up as cassoulet.

Pol: Goodbye Earthlings at all! Pol is leaving you.

Paul: Write me a postcard!

Bird: Polluter! We really let anything fly these days.

Pol: My hose is overheating! I hope there's ice on Mars?!

Pol: Oops! Out of kerosene.

Bird: Bye, bye! End of the trip. Exit downstairs.

Back to gravity.

Paul: Wow! A screaming shooting star! Quick, I'll make a wish!

Paul: AAAAA! Back already? Did you take a time-space tunnel?!

Pol: NO! I haven't eaten enough beans. I'm doomed to stay on our little ball of dirt!

A mission hanging by a thread

Paul: Poor him, failing so far from the goal! So young and already destined for failure!

STORY TO BE CONTINUED...