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l o w l y he began to ride, back to the space centre.
    â€˜I’m terribly sorry,’ said the toothless purple-haired woman. ‘I’m sure you’d make the perfect astronaut, but you’re just a moment too late. If you’d been here even a minute ago things might have been quite different but, as it happens, today’s space probe is now full and leaving any second.’
    â€˜Bup!’ said Zeke with his cheeks full of cotton wool. ‘Bup, bup, bup, bup!’ But the toothless purple-haired woman had already left, to eat mashed peanut butter and melted ice cream (mixed with a pinch of salt and scrambled snails) while she watched the latest space rocket take-off.
    So Zeke stumbled along in his fat Superboy suit, beard and moustache,desperately looking for a way to get past the locked wire fences and onto the launch pad.
    â€˜Who’s there?’ said a voice from out on the tarmac.
    â€˜Pleath blet me in plast thith gade,’ repeated Zeke.
    â€˜Listen, old fellow,’ said the voice. ‘Swallow whatever you’ve got in your mouth, then come here and tell me what you said.’
    And so Zeke removed all the pillows and stuffing and his beard and moustache. Then he slipped under the big wire fence to walk towards the voice. And when he got right up to the voice, he found himself talking to the space rocket flight attendant who was dressed in a very nice, casual outfit with matching tie and little peaked cap. The attendant was just about to fasten all doors and check that all seatbelts were fastened whenZeke said, ‘Wait! I need a lift into space.’
    â€˜Sorry, Superboy,’ said the attendant. ‘We just gave the last seat to a shooting star who’s a little bit sick with the flu. So you’ll have to catch the next probe which leaves in about … oh,’ and with that the attendant looked at his watch. ‘In about eleven years. Now get off the launching pad if you don’t mind and go and stand somewhere safe.’

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    Are you thinking poor Zeke, he’s missed his chance?
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    Well, not on your life!
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    Because what do you see if you look very closely?
    ZEROBLASTOFF!
    Look, right there on the pointy bit. Do you see a little person dressed as Superboy sort of making a face like he’s sitting on something sharp? Well, guess who that is? It’s Zeke, blasting through space with his mouth so wide open that he’s just swallowed three flies and a pigeon.
    Up, up, up he went, through the clouds, through the blue skies and beyond. Up to the rainbow, through the red, orange, yellow, green, blue,indigo, violet, and up into space, dark space where a zillion stars were twinkling brightly saying, ‘Zekie, come and play with me.’

    After seven hours, or maybe five minutes, Zeke’s bottom really began to hurt. So he tried to get more comfortable by doing a shift and awiggle but he slipped completely off the tip and began to slide down the space probe. ‘Uh Oh,’ said Zeke.
    He tried to wrap his arms around the space probe, but he just kept slip sliding down. Down he slipped, down, down, and his eyes wide open with fear. He tried to grab hold of a wing as he slid, he tried to grab on with his legs. But down he slid with the engine flames getting closer. He was hot and scared and his hands were all slippery and he was gaining speed … when all of a sudden he came to a halt as his Superboy suit got caught on the corner of the window and Zeke took a peek inside.
    â€˜Hello!’ he called to the silver-suited astronauts as he tap tapped on the glass. ‘Hello!’ he bellowed. ‘Could you help me, please?’ But nobody heard him because they were all eating spacecorn, which is like popcorn only a gillion times louder. That’s rightnobody paid him any attention at all until all of a sudden the space probe took a sharp turn to the left and Zeke was hurled at the window and his face squished up