The loud cheers and screams of the young studio audience peaked, and the thick, slimy pool of gunge undulated as Dai submerged right under it, the colours swirling and merging after the Dai’s plunge. It took a couple of seconds of the pool’s paint-like surface wobbling before the rough shape of the rat began to emerge from the middle, looking completely unrecognisable. His hair now felt heavy with the thick marbled slime flattening it against his caked head and face. His T-Shirt hung on him like a coat on a scarecrow, sodden and painted in the mess. Thick, disgusting strings of the gunk dripped from his arms and muzzle as he rose to kneel as high as he could in the middle so the cameras could see him more clearly. He was a complete state.
His young nemesis was celebrating, laughing and pointing in glee at Dai’s sticky fate. Dai could vaguely hear him and the outside world clapping, although a little trickily from the thick slop now inside his ears. He lifted his dripping hands to his eyes to try and clear them, but the punishment hadn’t finished yet.
Another surprised set of screams from the audience rang out as Dai was caught by surprise by another thick cascade of festively green gunge from above the pool - even more than before! It crashed mercilessly down right on top of him, splattering crazily in every direction as it scored a direct hit to Dai’s cranium. The sudden shock of the slop causing Dai to hunker down in the pool under its weight, letting out a surprised scream that quickly turned to laughter. The gratuitous payload eased, leaving Dai dripping with thick green strands in addition to the multitude of other colours that he’d been painted with.
“Oh wow, talk about a direct hit! You were right in there! Dai, how do you feel?”
Dai looked back over to the presenter as he squeezed his fingers together to press the gunge out of them.
“I guess once wasn’t enough! Good shot by the way. Euch…”
The presenter returned to the child to hand them their crazy looking trophy and close the show. Dai didn’t mind too much about the lack of attention. The thrill of taking a dive on one of television’s most iconic contraptions was worth it…
Every gunging needs its finale, wouldn't you think? This is something I always, ALWAYS loved about the earlier series of Get Your Own Back. Even though you're completely saturated, that final cascade just puts the cherry onto the already excellent cake.
