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A new day dawned over TV World, and so it also did for Spamton G Spamton’s first advertising commercial on the hit show ‘MR ANT TENNA’S TV TIME!!'
“Guh…” murmured Spamton, struggling to free himself from a tangle of blankets. “AAH-“
His head collided with the floor in an unceremonious THUD. Eyes still bleary, Spamton lifted his gaze to the clock on the wall gifted from Pluey himself.
TV TIME!!! Well, actually it was 9:30, and he had to be on set in 30 minutes!
“Good morning, Spammy!” A door slammed open and in walked the star himself.
Mr Ant Tenna, a toothbrush in one hand and a washcloth in the other.
Unsurprisingly, he was already decked out head to toe in his signature suit. Canary-yellow tie, scarlet suit and smart laced-up shoes.
He giggled as he rubbed Spamton’s face with the damp cloth.
“Rise and shine! It’s your BIG DAY!!”
“Stop it…” grumbled Spamton, pushing his feet out of the blankets. “Ugh, TENNA! What have I told you about invading my personal space!!”
Tenna deflated a little at Spamton’s yelling but he quickly straightened up with that classic beam of his.
“Well, today marks the start of the summer holidays! Noelle’s coming over for a festive sleepover to Kris’s. We’re going to need back to back, front to front and all-day running shows….and commercials!” he said, with a wink (if he could wink) and nudged Spamton in the side.
A cold chill swept over Spamton’s body. Not even the warmth from his blanket could comfort the little man.
“S-summer holidays?” His voice was barely a whisper.
“Yes, yes!” Tenna did a little twirl in the room. Spamton had to dash out of the way as Tenna flung himself back onto the bed - almost squashing Spamton in the process.
“Oh, this is going to be TV-TASTIC!!”
Spamton shivered. Already he needed to use the lavatory.
“Uhh, Tenna? Yeah, I’ll be right back.”
Before Tenna could speak, Spamton skedaddled helter-skelter out of his room.
He slid to a stop by the bathroom sink, gripping the basin with his hands.
“Don’t mess this up. You CAN’T mess this up…” Spamton released a shaky breath, running his hand through his hair. “Okay, Spamton. Whatever you do, don’t. Go. Poopoo in TV time ON AIR!!!”
He sauntered casually out of the bathroom with an award-winning grin on his face.
Tenna was back on his feet, grinning at the younger man.
“Ready to blast, Spamton?” he asked.
It was then that Spamton realised he forgot to use the toilet. His stomach was starting to gurgle and not in the good way...
“You betcha, big guy!” He pointed two (semi) confident finger guns at Tenna.
As the two future stars left the room, Tenna swinging his arms by his side, Spamton caught a glimpse of his trousers on the mirror.
Was it just the light, or were they were already turning brown...?