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BOLOX
Gold Star⭐
1st Edition.
BUS 6-7

Written by Harry Harris 2026

Artwork, M E Harris

 

67 pages of silly behaviour, and a few more even sillier.

Ages 6 to 67

Bolox is the new kid on the blox.

Little things amuse little minds, lots of little things gives you a SUPER-BRAIN

Warning ⚠️ Bolox is not affiliated with Lego, Mine-craft, or Roblox - though we can only wish a possible cameo from the TEEN TITANS one sunny day.

Reading this book in public might cause suppressed laughter!

The 67 writers who worked on this book appreciate your support in keeping them in a job.

PLUS — Wanton Pig 1st appearance.

⚠️ PARENTS WARNING: If you notice any similarities in your child’s behaviour within these pages, enrol in a social club immediately.

This book is dedicated to MY Chocychocs.

THE STORY SO FAR

 

 

I WOKE UP WITH A SMILE -

I WAS A WINNER! A GRINER!
A liver of FUN TIMES!

I had played the most amazing game of MY whole life last night, and I had accumulated as many points as my hero – Conman.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We had run hand in hand around the opposition.

We ARE the BOMB! I love Conman. He’s so funny.

All the other kids cried with jealousy at our new awesome powers.

 

 

We won the LUCKY. It ONLY cost us 5 billion Bolox.

 

 

 

 

 

Conman explained – this wasn’t the time to be paying the money back to my Dad I had owed him for months. It was time to put the company first, then me. Conman is my hero.

 

This was the moment when my pocket-money was really really needed. The next level was ours any moment when the Whirly Whirly spun it’s wheel.

 

 

 

 

THE LUCKY!!!

We won the lucky… we so LUCKY… Won... FUN!!

 

 

As my eyes focused it hit me like the sword of -
Terrible Dan -

 

 

 

 

My head was buried in my pillow not into Conman’s shoulder.

 

This really hurt.
I hadn’t won the LUCKY. Oh no… it was just a dream!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It was late morning, 1pm. From my bed I could see that my character on BOLOX was still sleeping on MY favourite park bench on the Goldilocks Z level.

 

 

 

 

Mum was out shopping for my snacks. Dad was out working the mines making sure the power didn’t go off, so MY $2000 computer stayed locked onto my BOLOX.

 

 

 

 

 

 

My lazy brother had moved away and got a job, so now he could play with his own BOLOX.

 

 

 

 

 

I felt so good. Life is FUN my fellow BOLOX PLAYERS.

 

 

 

 

 

 

So, instead of getting out of bed at 1.30pm, I decided to get up earlier – 1:22pm.

I shut my eyes with regret. I had not won the LUCKY.

At 3:pm, I finally got out of bed.

 

 

 

Only because Conman’s TV show with his two sisters was on in half-an-hour.

 

 

Mum was back in her room and Dad wasn’t home for another hour, due to the decontamination process. Or in other words, they weighed the staff in-case they tried to steal any Gold. Dad’s hollow tooth was always a dead cert once a month.

 

Extra cool. Just enough time for a mission to the kitchen to grab some snacks, and one of MY chocychoc drinks from the fridge. They were super expensive but they were the only ones I liked.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I just wrote them down onto the shopping list magnet on the fridge whenever I was running out and Mum would pay for them. Done. Bit of effort to go downstairs and do that.

 

 

I had learned to hide from my parents better than Conman on a level 6 attack of the Snoop beaches.
Though sometimes I had to face the music. Staying silent worked – Most times.

If that didn’t work, I got angry.

 

That did the trick. A few insults and Mum was easily backing off like a level 2 Smollymolly.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dad didn’t buy it though.

So, with a pinch of silence filled with a dash of lies, smiles and adoration – throwing in some painfully self deprecating comments like, “I wanna be just like you Dad, I’m sick of not having a job and being lazy.”

 

 

 

This always worked long enough to get back safely into MY ROOM. I loved my Bolox life. I had transformed myself into a Marshmallow Warrior from the; It’s -all-too-hard Level.

 

 

Like I said. I had learned to hide from my Mum and Dad.

 

 

 

 

Eventually after 6 years they had all but given up on me. My plan had worked. I was going to play with my BOLOX for the rest of my life.

 

 

Or, until they took me to court one day to kick me out? Lol

 

Enough of me… BACK to MY BOLOX.

Let’s begin.
My favourite player is Conman.
He was always showing us how to spend billions to gather the best characters. They were all fun.

Sometimes I just watched my character sitting on the park-bench on level 3 for hours.

It was all I wanted to do.

 

 

 

I was always being approached by losers looking to be friends or trying to help me with some sensible idea which didn’t interest me one bit.
This always left me laughing hysterically.

 

I still didn’t have a girlfriend. BUT… on BOLOX I had heaps. Pink, blue, purple, yellow, or green hair didn’t bother me.

 

 

Thirters, Dipstucks, Tools, Nitwits, Tran-setters, Goofs or Zumbies, all tickled my fancy when playing with my BOLOX.

 

 

 

Though the Triangle headed girls were to the point.

I day dreamed about hanging out with them sometimes.
Not just because they were sisters to my favourite player and leader Conman.

But hey hey hey… get this!
Last night had been dangerous.

I had timed my dinner run perfectly. Just as Mum and Dad had their attention focused on an exciting moment of the football game, I had tiptoed in and grabbed my pizza and MY chocychoc like a master. They didn’t even sense my presence.

 

In last nights BOLOX game, three death DRAGOONS had nearly caught me sleeping on MY park bench.

The DRAGOONS were a new feature that wandered every level looking for unsuspecting players to drain points from.

 

Those who hadn’t had the right mind to BOLOX BOOT back to their Safety Box, were out.

 

It was nearly 4pm and the best time of the day had begun. Conman’s show.

 

Conman was amazing. He was so fast. FUN. HAD LOTS OF FUNNY pictures pasted within his show. He went through the levels showing me things I only dreamed about.

It was always free to play as Conman explained. However, SPENDING REAL MONEY on your or someones CREDITOR CARD = just a billion here or there – around $20, was a much easier way to win.

Of course any such action would get you into all sorts of trouble. Hah hah! Even jail!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Conman and his Sisters Won a Lucky!

 

 

 

 

 

I dreamed of Witchyx being my girlfriend once. It was the best dream I had ever had. What was she missing out on?

 

 

 

 

I was suddenly annoyed.

 

 

 

 

Some top block with yellow pants and a funny hat walked up to MY park bench.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Attempting to sit down on it too.

 

 

 

 

 

I zapped him with a STAR BOOB and just like that he was outta there.

 

 

 

 

 

I was inconveniently interrupted by Dad knocking on MY door.

 

 

 

He was once again asking how I was doing, and telling me through the door it was his birthday

So annoying when MY show was on. I tried to tell Dad I was in the middle of a once a year tournament, as Conman Cooed and Wooed in my earbud. What was I missing out on???

To make matters worse, an hour later Mum knocked on my door with a piece of Dad’s birthday cake. Then later, came to collect the plate and ask how was it? Did you like it? “SURE…” I replied. So many questions.

 

 

 

 

INTERMISSION

Now for the greedy extravagant adventures of:
Wanton, the award winning Pig

Look at those idiots rolling around in the mud!!

 

In here it is warm. The food is good. And my blanket is right in front of the television. Just in time for my favourite show!

 

Perhaps a little snack with the show. I wonder what Mabel and Seymour have on the dinner menu for tonight. They always have leftovers for Wanton the talk of the town.

 

 

I’m sure if I take just a quick peek, I can control any bad thoughts to devour what’s not mine.

 

 

 

 

 

You ate all of our six McColonels Veggie Burgers you swine!!! Out with you for the week you naughty, naughty, Wanton!! (the award winning pig)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We now return to our main Matinee.
BOLOX

As you remember BB was just about to inform us of his most special friends.

Continued -

 

All my friends from school also play with their BOLOX.

Richo, Marko
Stevo and Jommer.

 

They all had jobs so had a lot less skills then I did on my BOLOX.

They even had girlfriends.

 

Stevo’s girlfriend didn’t like me.
– I don’t know why – and I wasn’t too happy about it either. He was MY best friend from school.
Anyway… all was forgiven as the five of us gathered on Abacus Level where Disco Island lay.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Even one of the DRAGOON’S was there, wandering around looking for unsuspecting idiots. Not me… that’s for sure.

 

 

 

500 BOLOX characters intermingled like a jigsaw puzzle.
Me and my friends stood together looking cool.

 

Seated on a large golden throne looking down on us was Conman and his sisters, shrieking with excitement, and singing out wonder at the game he played and was paid to do.

 

 

 

I told my friends I was going to ask Witchyx out on a date. It would be a dream come true.
They all just stood there stunned, as I walked off without a second thought.

 

 

 

 

 

It was surprisingly easy actually. I walked right up to Witchyx and typed. “Would you like to go out on a date with me, please?”

 

“Sure,” replied Witchyx. “This time tomorrow at my house. Ok?”
“Sure,” I replied and headed back to tell my friends.

 

 

 

 

 

When I got back only Stevo was still there. Everyone else had transported back to their BOLOX STABLE.
Probably because their nagging girlfriends hated us playing BOLOX together.

 

 

 

 

Stevo then said – bye – and he was gone. I didn’t even get to tell Stevo my best friend about how I had a date with Witchyx tomorrow.

 

 

This was amazing BOLOX NEWS.

 

I was in love.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I spent the rest of the night watching Conman video’s with Witchyx. She was sooooooooo cool.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The next day was the big day!

At 1pm I got straight out of bed at ten past… and had a shower.

 

 

 

I still hadn’t gotten around to cleaning my toilet. It was looking mouldier. I would, after my date with Witchyx or before I die.

 

At 5pm I told my folks about the Big Tournament and even used deodorant.

 

 

 

 

Witchyx wouldn’t be able to smell it silly, but I wanted to tell her character I smelt amazing. Puma Black was a man’s spray-on.

 

 

‘There you go… Sprayed on. We’re good, were good.

I’m good I’m woo-hew! Here I go! Tag me tag me!

 

I have an idea hold on. I’ll buy her a Diamond Sunflower and she’ll be so impressed.

 

 

Oh no oh no oh no… I am going to fart I’m so nervous.

There’s her house. Ha ha ha ha! Ouch I just stubbed my toe… oh my gosh. This is Crazy!!!!

I’m knocking. Knock knock knock knock. Ha ha ha ha. Oh my gosh here she is at the door!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I’m typing. ‘Hi Witchyx. How are you?’
‘What did you bring me?’ asks Witchyx looking unchanged in face and clothing. I am blown away.

Watch this guys she’s going to be amazed!
‘I brought you a flower,’ I explained.
‘Not a Super Dropper Fettle Petal??? She replied with three question marks.
‘Ah… no. A Diamond Sunflower,’ I answered. ‘A Super Dropper Fettle Petal was worth 200 Billion BOLOX’S. Like, that’s a few hundred dollars.’

She continued ‘Ha ha ha hha hah haha hhaha hhha ha hahhh… I’ve got dozens of those. Anyway come in.’
Cue dramatic music! Ha ha! ‘Oh my gosh... I’m in!”

A smaller door opened on the side of her house.
I went into a room filled with other male blocks holding Diamond Sunflowers in the Big Bollocks Ballroom.
‘What?’

 

It took 2 hours for Witchyx to come back out and say anything to us, which was –
‘Thanks boys… bye.’
One-by-one we disappeared in haste.

 

 

My dinner was ready downstairs and it had gone cold in the microwave.

I felt like complaining but decided not to complain tonight.

 

 

 

 

 

That Diamond Sunflower had cost $10. Seeing there had been close to 100 block guys in that room… that’s $1000.

That is CRAZY!

 

 

 

 

Witchyx got gifted that much? She deserves it she’s so cool.
One day I will give her a LUCKY!

 

 

Then she will be all mine.

 

 

 

I went back to the park bench and decided it had been a wonderful experience. Like it was crazy, but cool. I loved playing with my BOLOX.

 

 

As I sat on my park bench chilling, and chilling and sleeping and chilling and chilling on top of my chilling.

A pink block bus pulled up and the doors opened.

I had never seen it before but like I never saw everything more than twice.

I could hear friendly whistling coming from inside. Once around the block, then time for dinner.

 

Cool I thought. Bus 6 7!

 

 

The doors shut and a terrible thudding boom box sound thumped for a moment through my earbuds.

 

Even worse than that, was the fact that all available seats were filled by characters who seemed even less lifeless than they usually did.

 

 

 

Like a bunch of zombies sat in all the seats. All sat neatly riding in silence. Man, this was freaking me out.

 

I tried the door handle. WHAT DOOR HANDLE? There wasn’t one.

 

I sat down into my chair and ignored Mum calling me down for opening Dad’s present. This was critical!!

 

 

Without warning the bus 67 took off. Slowly at first… just following the path between the different power stations and game characters.

 

I walked my character up and down the bus.
I zoomed all the way in

 

 

 

 

 

 

And all the way out.
Looking for anything that could get me the hell outta here.

 

 

 

‘Don’t worry. Take a seat,’ said a voice.

I spun around with annoyance to see who had spoken. No one owned up. I walked down the isle asking until I stood beside the closed door.
‘I said that!’

I spun about. Sitting in the drivers seat was a Tiny Skeleton Man.

I had to zoom in a little to even see this dude.

 

He started singing. ‘Won’t you come home, Bill Baily... I’ll take you home.’

 

He had a seat-belt half across his face cause he was so small.

 

I officially freaked OUT!
‘Ah ha ha ha ha…… Oh….. Ah ha ha ha ha ha.’

Dude… how do you know my real NAME???

 

When it turned around to look at me, and gave me a tiny skeleton smile, I was doubly freaked out Brother.

I had to leave the room.
My Mum and Dad had all but given up on me as I entered the kitchen in a sweat.
‘Bout time you got down here boy!’ said my Dad in a scolding manner.
Dad sat back down and unwrapped his present. A new drill gun. Mum and Dad hugged and looked in love. Dad looked at me with the obvious – no doubt I would be wasting my time to expect YOU even bothered to get me a simple card – he was right.
I didn’t even know how old he was.

I stood there nodding like an idiot as Dad happily told me about his birthday party lunch with his work mates and the gold candles. When the candles were blown out in the mines it always sent everyone into a fit of short lived laughter,

but all I could think about was- Bus 6-7

 

 

I

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I opened the MY door and went inside.

 

 

 

 

 

I slowly peeked my head around the corner and saw that Bus 6/7 was now on a completely different level… a different space and place I had never seen before.

 

 

 

The Tiny Skeleton Man never spoke or looked at me again that night.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Though I’m sure I heard him whistling every time he indicated to turn left or right while I slept lightly.

 

 

I tried everything I possibly could to get out, but nothing happened. The days rolled on – just like bus 6-7. I was becoming inactive.

 

 

 

 

Eventually I went berserk just throwing punches at anyone and everything.

 

 

 

Even Mum and Dad had to knock on my door at 3am in the morning and tell me to SHUT UP!!

It was the worst night’s sleep I had had in ages. I even fell asleep before dawn! There were heaps of messages from my friends I wasn’t being aloud to read on account of being locked away.

 

I was blocked. I think I counted 4 messages – unheard of.

 

I cried the next day. Just sitting in despair, there in my chair, with the air conditioning running around the clock.

 

 

 

 

 

 

I even had to go back downstairs and turn the power back on to my air-conditioning after Dad left for work. How rude of him to turn it off like that!
Eventually I had no choice but to ignore Stevo’s girlfriend and call Stevo until he would speak to me.

‘Stevo… I’m locked out of the game! I had to call you Stevo,’ I cried and cried and cried about what my life had become. It was too much to keep to myself that I could no longer play with my BOLOX.

 

 

Stevo felt sad for me. Or so he said. I must have been imagining the laughter.
Apparently they all had seen Bus 6-7 but knew nothing of it. Its journey around Bolox rolled on and on.
The worst moment of all came three days later when my friends were no longer returning my calls.

Bus 6-7 slowly drove past Blockhead Beach.

With my hands up against the glass I saw – Stevo, Richo, Marko and Jommer - all lying on the beach together having a great time. FUN – without ME!!!!! “AHHHHH.”

I collapsed onto the floor and curled up into a ball.

 

I couldn’t go on.
In a rage I jumped up and shoved MY computer across MY desk.
I SCREAMED. ‘I HATE MY BOLOX!!!’

My cordless keyboard and mouse tumbled to the floor and rolled awkwardly over to smack me in the nose.

 

 

As I rubbed my nose I eventually started to focus on the screen and placed my cap back on..

 

 

 

I walked over and stared in disbelief.
On the dash beside the Tiny Skeleton Man, now appeared a panel of numbers. 1 to 67.

 

 

 

For only the second time in a week… the Tiny Skeleton Man turned about and said these words.

‘Congratulations! You have unlocked your one and only chance to guess the number sequence that will allow you to exit Bus 6-7. You have one minute to choose… Bill Baily.’

The Tiny Skeleton Man turned around again and continued to drive past Bolox Block Cemetery.

 

The numbers on the keypad flashed repeated.

 

 

 

 

‘OH

 

MAN!!! DUDE!!!! OH BROTHER!!! MUMMY!!! DADDY!!!’

I FREAKED OUT for all of ten seconds…
6 long years of hard work would self destruct in one minute. Oh the pain!

 

 

 

With Super human strength, I managed to scramble everything back together onto MY desk.
My Bolox! Now I noticed the Tiny Skeleton Man was holding up his pocket watch.

There was only 20 seconds left! 19, 18, 17 – ‘What do I do????’

‘My Bolox lies over the ocean…’ he sang.

Every block person on the bus sat unchanged.

I leaned in towards my keypad. My hand was shaking so much my finger accidentally pushed slightly down on the number 6.
The keypad in front of the Tiny Skeleton Man lit up the number 6.

I looked at the stopwatch – 9, 8…
‘God help me!’ I pushed down like a fool onto number 7, wondering what year I was born in.

 

The Tiny Skeleton Man began to shake uncontrollably.
He completely fell apart and collapsed into a pile in the isle. Then like a tiny miracle he shot back up complete again, and tried to stand up.

6-7 flashed repeatedly on the touch pad.
The Tiny Skeleton Man stood up. The Bus 6-7 stopped.

 

‘6-7’, said The Tiny Skeleton Man in a whisper of amazement.

To my shock, all of the passengers instantly woke up together and said 6-7 in a hushed tone, as they realised what the correct number sequence was that they had all missed, it was all – TOO LATE.
They faded to grey, then disappeared.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Tiny Skeleton Man pushed a button by the drivers seat and knelt down on one knee in front of me.

 

‘Oh great one… I can grant you any wish you desire within our BOLOX. Any Avatar – What do you choose?’

 

‘Can I choose even the... LUCKY?’ I asked hopefully.

 

‘Yes,’ agreed Tiny Skeleton Man graciously. ‘Even the mighty... mighty... mighty...LUCKY.’

 

 

 

 

 

 

‘What about Witchyx. Can I have her?’ I asked cheekily.
It wasn’t everyday you came across a magic Leprechaun.

 

 

 

Tiny Skeleton Man chuckled happily.

 

Witchyx is not an Avatar… BUT… why not.

 

 

 

 

Your wish is granted. And I will throw in a
LUCKY for good measure.

 

 

 

I was a young boy of 6 turning 7 once when I started driving the Bus 67. Witchyx is all yours. This can not be undone.’

Your wish is granted.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

‘

Yes!’ I exclaimed, pumping MY fist into the air in victory.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Without another word the Tiny Skeleton Man sat back down and drove the bus straight over to Conman’s house.

 

The Tiny Skeleton Man started to sing. Won’t you come home Bill Baily, won’t you come home… to Conman’s house….

 

The Tiny Skeleton man did not slow down. If anything, he began to accelerate faster and faster.

Instead of a Bus ride, the experience now felt more like a scary showground ride, and the Tiny Skeleton Man was the Ringmaster!!

Conman’s house appeared in the distance until we seemed to be on a collision course. I held on with all my might.

He crashed the Bus 6-7 through Conman’s front door.
I was sent flying right to the back of the bus. The impact was Catastrophic!!! Now I realised what killed him.

Conman, his boyfriend EZ, Witchyx and Batchatkz were having their nails manicured before hospital.
The Tiny Skeleton Man leapt from the bus, and skipped happily across the wreckage and stood
smiling with joy.
Conman flew into an absolute RAGE!!!

Batchatkz wanted to strangle the Tiny Skeleton Man. An impossible task.
The Tiny Skeleton Man happily explained – all of Conman’s belongings would be taken away if he tried to stop Witchyx from becoming Bill Baily’s Bolox Babe.

 

 

 

 

 

Conman leapt from his chair.
Conman declared us Boy and Girlfriend FOREVER!! To Witchyx’s surprise, but to my delight. I loved Conman.

 

 

 

 

I was so happy that night. I don’t even know how… but I found myself helping to tidy up the kitchen after dinner without realising I had.

 

‘What’s come over you tonight?’ asked Mum.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I left the kitchen saying only – I love my Bolox.

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