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Hello, my name is Colin Lamppost. At least it used to be. Then one day me and my cuddly toy bird were inside a wheelie bin when it got hit by lightning.

We were zapped from our home town of Shnozville millions of years into the future and I was transformed into a half boy, half rat, half TV.

Future Ratboy was born.

Now I’ve got aerials sticking out of my head, a telly on my belly, a cape made out of a bin bag and a plug-tail hanging off my bum.

Oh yeah, and my cuddly toy bird got turned into a real-life bird.

He shouts ‘NOT!’ after everything I say.

That’s why I call him Not Bird.

Now we live with Bunny, the owner of Bunny Deli, the keelest burger shop in Future-Shnozville.

(‘Keel’ is how we say ‘cool’ in the future, by the way.)

Bunny Deli is also a sort of orphanage for children whose mums and dads aren’t around.

Like Jamjar, whose mum and dad shrunk themselves to the size of full stops during a science experiment once.

Jamjar’s got five arms and is really brainy.

Then there’s Twoface, who thinks he’s a superhero like me.

His parents are too busy being real-life superheroes to look after him.

And Splorg the blue-skinned alien.

Splorg’s parents were eaten by a black hole when they went out to dinner one night.

This is Mr X.

He’s the evil baddy who wants to take over Shnozville.

I’ve promised my friends I won’t zap myself back home to the olden days until he’s defeated.

And this is Wheelie, the bin I got zapped here inside.

Mr X fitted him with a speech module and gave him some arms and dressed him in a waiter’s suit.

But that’s another story.

At the end of the last episode, Mr X kidnapped our friend, The Wise Old Vending Machine, and we haven’t seen either of them since.

Something tells me that’s all about to change though . . .