The Mysterious Corridor: Duke & Michel (American-English Edition)
By Elias Zapple
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Skateboarder Michel is freaking out as his cousin Romain has gone missing. Michel sticks his head through a hole in the garden fence and is sucked into a giant vortex. He ends up in a mysterious corridor, with doors leading to strange worlds. He also meets Duke, a food-obsessed, sarcastic Basset Hound dog, who is searching for his brothers. Together they hunt for their missing relatives, unaware that they are also being hunted by the Master, a villain with a dandruff problem.
Elias Zapple
Elias Zapple was not born in 1922, as some would have you believe. His date of birth is not really relevant anyway. What is relevant is that he arose out of a tulip that was growing in some old granny's garden in Camberwell. How he got to be in a tulip is not really clear, nor is it clear how he got out of the tulip, and years later wrote the smash hit musical, 'Love, be a Stranger', which was an international flop. After that success, he went on to work as a 19th century Victorian chimney sweep, when he was inspired to write the acclaimed series of books entitled 'Duke & Michel'. It is believed the fumes from the chimneys did so much damage to Elias, that it was a miracle he ever ate a cupcake again. Later, he travelled back in time to the present, and went on a series of trips to many foreign and distant lands. During these travels, Elias met and listened to many interesting people, choosing to ignore all of them. He did, however, learn a couple of things: i) the earth is flat; and ii) you should never eat a banana when it's not ripe. Many questions are often asked by his adoring public. Are you human? How many chimpanzees can fit inside a fridge? What is that thing growing on the side of your head? To which Mr Zapple has always smiled, turned away and swum off into the sunset; having only once been bitten by an unfriendly shark. Elias Zapple continues to work towards the unification of Korea, and writing children's stories that parents will spend huge sums of money on. He wishes you all to know that every penny made from the books will go straight into his bank account, which he will then spend on a lavish, new tent.
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The Mysterious Corridor - Elias Zapple
Duke & Michel:
The Mysterious Corridor
By
Elias Zapple
Book One
American-English Edition
Copyright
© Elias Zapple, 2009
Cover Illustration by Elliott Beavan
Interior Illustrations by Andrea Brajnovic
Disclaimer
This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
Dedication
For
Lucy Muddles Rabbit
Contents
Title Page
Copyright
Disclaimer
Dedication
Chapter One - Goldfish
Chapter Two – The Mysterious Corridor
Chapter Three – Snotty Noses
Chapter Four – Duke
Chapter Five – Mass Murder
Chapter Six – Vortex
Chapter Seven – Zzzzzzzzzzzz
Chapter Eight – The R.G.A.
Chapter Nine – Motorized Flying Desks
Chapter Ten – Speed Demon
Chapter Eleven – Hairy Four-Eyed Monsters
Chapter Twelve – Skaters’ Paradise
Chapter Thirteen – Skateboarding
Chapter Fourteen – The Rivers of Pus
Chapter Fifteen – Sticky Translucent Glue
Chapter Sixteen – Smoked Mackerel
Chapter Seventeen – Battery Cells
Chapter Eighteen – Witdims
Chapter Nineteen – Old Grannies
Chapter Twenty – Hippies
Chapter Twenty-One – 2:59 PM
Chapter Twenty-Two – Can of Peaches
Chapter Twenty-Three – Fondant au Chocolat
Who is Elias Zapple?
Also by Elias Zapple
A Request from Elias Zapple
1
Goldfish
Michel knew what was down at the end of his garden, a grave for his goldfish, Rocky, which had probably already been dug up and eaten by the neighbor’s cat - Michel had never checked for fear that it was true - a fence and beyond that a driveway.
He had sometimes jumped the fence and skateboarded up and down the driveway as it was quiet and the tarmac was really smooth.
There you have it, at the end of Michel’s garden in this particularly quiet and residential part of Fulham, London was a goldfish grave, a fence and a driveway. There was nothing else. Nothing. Michel knew it.
2
The Mysterious Corridor
Mom! Dad!
Michel yelled and screamed as he was thrown and spun around within the pitch-black, tornado-like vortex. His hair shot up and rocked from side to side as the skin on his face began to move like a wave pool.
What was happening? Was this real? Michel blinked his eyes repeatedly, expecting to wake up in his bedroom at any second. Nothing.
Help!
Was he in some kind of sick dream like that feeling you have that you’re falling out of bed?
Mom!
Michel shouted as loud as he could.
Suddenly, the lights were turned way up and he landed with a little bump on something soft in a very, very, very long, bright white corridor.
Ouch!
Michel felt his head and body, checking for broken bones. Of course there weren’t any, it was just a dream that he couldn’t wake from. Probably his cousin wasn’t missing either. But the bump felt so real. What kind of dream was this?
Get off me, you buffoon!
a voice shouted from beneath Michel.
Michel jumped up and turned around in shock. His eyebrows met his hairline and his jaw met the floor. The voice seemingly came from a plump, old Basset Hound with big drooping ears that was wearing a British racing green colored cardigan. Michel stared, mouth so wide open that a train could’ve confused it for a tunnel. Michel surveyed the area quickly. There was nobody around except him and this dog. The voice couldn’t have come from the dog.
You haven’t died, have you?
the dog asked.
Michel was naturally speechless.
Hello? Another moronic alien, I fear,
the dog said.
Michel rubbed his eyes. The dog was still there and he was still in this corridor. He re-examined his head again. Was he dead? Was this some kind of afterworld? No. It was not possible. Michel touched the white, concrete walls; they were cold. He bent down and felt the floor. It was all so real.
I say, it is quite rude not to answer when one’s being spoken to. Even ruder not to answer to your cultural superior.
Michel stared at the dog.
Deaf as well as imbecilic.
Michel reached out and touched the Basset Hound.
Hold on there one second! Are you clean? Get your hands off me at once or I shall report you!
The dog felt real. But a talking dog? Maybe he was hallucinating?
I must be dreaming or something.
Michel held his head. He was dizzy and sat down against a wall.
I can bite you if you’d like? I’ve had my tetanus shot.
Michel’s eyes widened and he quickly moved away as the dog inched his mouth towards Michel.
Stay away! I don’t know who or what you are or what’s going on but just stay away. Mom? Dad? Someone!
Michel got up and ran a little down the corridor.
That’s it, leave me here,
the dog moaned, still sprawled on the white tiled floor. You just drop on me from out of nowhere, don’t even ask how I am and then run away when I could’ve suffered any number of injuries.
Michel spun around this way and that. On each side of the corridor there were doors, illustrated with images and with signs on them. This was insane.
‘Toilet World’, ‘Granny Planet’, ‘Spaghetti Universe’. Each door was about 10 feet apart and illustrated and labelled with the most peculiar names and images. Toilet World had a door covered in pictures of happy-looking toilets, Granny Planet had a door covered in pictures of angry, old biddies walking with the aid of walkers and threatening people with walking sticks, and Spaghetti… well you get the idea. Michel began to sweat profusely. He felt ill. He was ill.
Spaghetti Universe?
Michel paced back towards the dog.
Everything made out of spaghetti, I hear.
Mom! Dad!
Where are you from, Scruffy?
Please stop talking to me. I don’t wanna get any crazier than I already am.
Michel put his hand to his forehead. He was burning up. All this couldn’t be happening. He steadied himself against the wall then turned to the dog. Suddenly, everything went blurry and he collapsed to the floor, next to the dog.
Hello? Hello…
the dog’s voice trailed off.
3
Snotty Noses
Mom!
Michel’s mom forcibly ushered him out of the kitchen, where she was making her fondant au chocolat, and into the lush garden.
But Mom!
Michel whined as the kitchen door was swiftly closed on him. He looked down at his three-year-old cousin, Romain, who giggled and burped then wobbled unconvincingly up the garden. A smooth flow of pale, green snot swayed like a swing from Romain’s nose. Michel grimaced.
A week before, Michel’s parents had told him that Uncle Jeff and Romain would be coming over to visit from France. Michel and his parents had just moved into a Victorian house in Fulham, London and his uncle, being an architect, was eager to see the ‘new’ place. Nothing to sweat over, right? Wrong.
Romain was a mischievous toddler with a tendency to get into trouble quicker than Michel could do a kickturn on his skateboard. Romain also had a snot problem. It was like his nose was a tap that could never be turned off.
When Romain was born, Michel was quite excited by it all. Michel didn’t have any brothers or sisters because his parents decided it would be too much aggravation. Not because Michel was a bad kid but because his dad was English and his mom was French, so they were continually trying to get Michel to support their respective national sports teams. Michel sometimes felt like a rope in a game of tug of war.
Michel had hoped to mold Romain into his own image so that he could become like the younger brother he’d always wanted - Michel mark II. The first two years were cool and Romain was kinda cute, especially when he wore the Death’s
Harvest T-shirt Michel had gotten for him. Then he turned two and started to get into trouble all the time, which Michel always got the blame for. Michel didn’t need this aggravation. However, when you’re twelve, what can you do when your parents tell you to look after your baby cousin?
Seriously dude, how can you make so much snot?
He reached down into the pockets of his skinny black jeans and got out his mobile to text his mates. ‘Cant sk8 l8r cos gotta look after cuz. So lame. L8rs.’
Romain raced around in circles, lost balance and tumbled over, falling into Michel’s mom’s prize-winning, rainbow-colored flowerbed.
Dude!
Michel ran his fingers through his longish black hair before checking his R-Sonic skateboarder’s watch. Forty-eight hours and his uncle and cousin would be heading back to France. He just had to last another forty-eight hours.
Michel lifted Romain free from the flowerbed and plopped him back down onto the cropped lawn. He trudged over to the patio steps and looked on, bored, as Romain struggled to his feet and walked over towards Michel, hands out in front, blackened by the soil. He looked like a zombie. A dirty one.
Ballon! Ballon!
Romain screamed.
You ain’t getting your hands on my soccer ball.
Romain inched ever closer. Michel shot straight up and backed away, not wishing for Romain’s filthy hands to touch his cherished black tee, bought at another Death’s Harvest concert.
Ballon!
Romain’s eyes started to narrow and his face became flush red.
Just chill, dude!
Tears raced down Romain’s face. He began flailing his arms and jumping up and down like a crazed monkey starved for attention.
Alright, alright. Shh.
Michel went to cover Romain’s mouth until he once again noticed the free-flowing snot. Just hold on.
Romain’s eyes sparkled as Michel went back into the house and through the kitchen. The strong aroma of the fondant au chocolat made its way up Michel’s nose. His belly ached. He couldn’t wait to take the cake and lock himself in his room with it. Being greedy and eating all of his mom’s fondant au chocolat was worth any punishment.
He strolled past the dining room where his parents and uncle were having coffee while arguing over the English and French national soccer teams. He opened a closet under the stairs and grabbed his soccer ball then went back out to the garden.
Michel started to play keepy-uppy.
You wanna learn how to do this?
Romain started wailing.
Alright!
Michel rolled the soccer ball to a now delighted Romain who immediately stopped wailing and clapped his hands together in glee. Try not to get your snot on it.
Michel knew that he was asking the impossible.
Romain snatched up the ball and began kicking it all over the garden. Michel sat back down on the patio steps and got out his mobile. His mate Lewis, who had the coolest skateboard in school, had sent him a text, which simply read, ‘bummer’.
Balichiyotroika!
Romain wailed.
Huh?
Romain was thumping the lawn with his fists and yelling words that sounded like a cross between French, Russian and Japanese. Michel knew that it couldn’t have been Russian or Japanese because, well, Romain was three and neither Russian nor Japanese.
Where’s my ball?
Glasnouestiyaki!
Romain pointed at the massive hole in the fence. Michel slapped his own forehead. Romain began to cry, creating a little puddle beneath him.
He knew something like this was going to happen. Either the ball was going to be returned damaged, snotty or not