Ahead of Janno were two brawny figures!

Aaaaagh!

Uuuuuhh!

He burst past them, using their combined strengths to confound themselves.

Then—daylight ahead!

He emerged in the warmth of the twin suns of Elekton.

I must bear this information to the Emperor immediately!

Presently, he was pouring out his news to Trigo and the leaders of the council.

. . . And that’s why they’re trying to destroy the city!

Astounding! There must be a remedy to this situation. Peric, what do you advise?

Sire, I have already thought of a solution . . .

Elekton’s top scientist smiled grimly.

We must provide a shock for our friends from underground—a pleasant shock!























A lunar month passed. The fungus that enveloped Trigan City grew to maturity again. One day, as the inhabitants had learned to expect, the green fog came swirling from below.

Here it comes! Put on your eyepieces!

When the swirling murk had enveloped Trigan City, the alien creatures came out . . .

Suddenly—they were surrounded!

It’s a trap! They’ve found out how to  make the eyepieces!

It was not difficult, friend—once we had the pattern!

And it is no trap, as you will see!

When the fog cleared, Trigan guards brought loads of freshly-picked fungus. The buildings had already been cleared of their burden of growth!

As our first gesture of goodwill . . .

And as our second gesture of goodwill, we have already set in motion a strict control of pollution. You may now grow the new strain of fungus underground, and I promise you it will thrive mightily!

You have done this—for us?

The leader of the strange beings eyed the Emperor of all the Trigans.

Can we trust you?

We must trust each other, my friend—for both our peoples have it in their power to destroy the other!

The people of the lower world departed with the new crop of fungus, and the Trigans set-to to clean up their city. In the course of time, by trial and error, Peric devised a chemical compound that destroyed the fungus on the buildings. One night, months later, something was stealthily left at the gates of the Imperial Palace . . .

It was brought to Trigo next morning.

This is a sign from our friends down below that their troubles are over and they are growing healthy fungus again.

How does it taste to you, Janno?

Uncle, it is . . . repulsive! . . . Horrible!

This instalment was originally published in Look and Learn issue no. 739 on 13 March 1976.