Chapter 11
Sir Kibblespit had picked up the video camera and started filming again. Alan and Bob hadn't stopped bickering since Billy had flown off, and Kibblespit knew this would make a killer second series for the Alan and Sparky show.
'Why couldn't you just leave me alone for once, I was happy living alone with Billy, repressing all my darkest feelings for everything, and living a completely unfulfilled life!'
'Well, Alan, as much as I'd like to encourage this bottling up of emotions, I really think it'd do you some good to just talk to Sparky, you know, just for a minute…'
'Or amybe half an hour every Saturday evening.' Interjected Kibblespit.
'SO that's all I am to you? A way to make money?!' Alan couldn't believe what he was hearing.
Bob and Kibblespit looked at each other, confused.
'You…you don't want to make money?'
Alan slapped a hand to his forehead. 'Of course I don't' he said through gritted teeth. 'I'm a bloody paleontologist! Well I was, before I developed that dinosaur fear.'
'Sparky loves his new life. I think you'd be very happy with what we had to offer you. If you'd only give us a chance'
Alan sighed. He would never get through to them. And he had never felt so uncomfortable, knowing he was in the same city as Sparky for the first time in so long.
'Look I just want to get Billy, and get out of here. It's a no, guys.'
He started walking, but the other two weren't following him.
'Aren't you coming? I'm going after Billy.'
Bob scratched his head, trying not to look Alan directly in the eye.
'Well…you see mate…I'd rather go back to my money pile if you're not gonna join us.'
Alan turned to Kibblespit. 'And you?'
'Yeah, I like money too much. Have a safe trip!' and he and Bob departed, back to the Visitor Centre.
'Unbelievable' Alan said, under his breath, and journied onwards.