Astropop and the conspiracy of lizards, part two dedicated to a manual whose family supports us on Patreon.

Hello, this is Richard and welcome to Story Norrie.

In a moment I'm going to be handing over to Astropop who will finish telling his latest adventure.

If you recall, Astropop, the parrot and Marlo reported back to the President of the world after their visit to the planet Ulan 40.

They want to set up an interplanetary hot dog business, supplying a continuous stream of vegan hot dogs to planet earth via a wormhole in space.

The President seems unable to help them. Some people say that the President is not really in charge, but in fact her every move is controlled by alien lizards disguised as humans.

Some commentators even think the President herself is a lizard, but of course that's a crazy theory. Or is it?

The leading lizard theorist is Mickey King, the hot dog billionaire. Astropop and his friends are keen to meet him.

So let's return to our space travelling truth seeker, Astropop, to find out the answers to some of these mysteries.

Ever since the mention of lizards taking over the world, I had noticed that certain people were more irritable than usual. Marlo was not his usual easygoing self.

Honestly, he moaned. We're wasting our time with Mickey King, the hot dog billionaire. He's lost his mind, only crazy's believe lizards have taken over the world.

Hey, I woofed. Are you calling me crazy? Because I believe lizards have taken over the world. The only thing is the nice President ladies not a lizard.

And don't let anyone say that she is. And the parrot squawked.

How do you know she's not a lizard? Because she doesn't smell like one, I replied.

Perhaps she's better disguised than the others. Sit Marlo with a silly snigger.

Don't you dare call our lovely President a lizard. She's not, and that's final, I insisted. I really like her.

She has the best policies of any politician. She loves dogs. All day long, Marlo and I bickered over politics and lizards.

Meanwhile, the parrot was on his phone doing what he called fact checking. And so we passed the time until we reached the VIP gate of the stadium in the early evening.

VIP stands for very important persons. Which is what we were.

Mickey King, the hot dog billionaire, was to deliver a speech against the lizards. An ocean of not very important people was excited to hear him speak.

But we VIPs didn't have to wait in line. Our famous names were on the special guest list.

We breezed through security into a big room where they served drinks and hot dogs. I like being a VIP. The food is great.

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