…he caught Santa with a ho. Ho ho!
Just put the lump of coal on the pile with all the others, Santa.
On The Road With Violet: Thoroughly Mucked Up
After Nelly the turtle’s head extends back out and her mouth opens, Violet, Sir Rupert and Lavender get as good look at the scene. Sure enough, the entire town is covered in muck, mud, slime, goo and assorted marsh critters of various sizes. The inhabitants of Tuddly-On-The-Marsh, for the moment frozen in place by a mixture of surprise and fear, resemble (to Violet at least) the titular creatures of Doctor Tempest And His Encounter With The Slime People Of Venus.
The crew of the turtle stare at the villagers.
The villagers stare at the crew of the turtle.
After about a minute, a tall villager near the turtle speak up.
“Who the bleedin’ ‘ell are you lot and why’d you splash that great wave ‘o muck all over our village?”
Sir Rupert steps forward, hand exctended. “My good man, I’m so very sorry. I’m Sir Rupert Poppington. These are my associates, Miss Violet Thistledown, Miss Lavender, Mister Nigel Trembly and Mister Hercules Dibbs. We were escaping from road and sky pirates when our flying travel terrapin experienced a mechanical failure. Our landing here was a completely unavoidable accident and I assure you we all deeply regret what has happened to your village. Naturally, we’ll do everything we can to help with the clean up.”
Several villagers have moved in closer to the turtle. They do not look happy.
“Oh, well, I ‘spose that’s alright then.”, the tall villager says as he wipes muck from his shirt. “After all, you couldn’t control yer flyin’ turtle then, could ya? We was all just in the wrong spot fer a great bloody turtle to come crashin’ outta the sky, right? An’ now, you and yer friends can ‘elp us wipe down the place, then ever’thin’ will be right as rain?”
He gets nose to nose with Sir Rupert.
“I don’t bloody think so, mate. GRAB ‘EM!”
The villagers rush forward and in less than a minute, Our Heroes are face down in the muck getting their hands tied behind their backs. Once they are tied, the villagers help them to their feet and begin marching them into town.
“Take ’em to the Mayor’s house.”, says the tall man. “We’ll let him an’ the council sort this out”
Oh dear, Our Heroes are certainly in a sticky (and mucky) situation here.
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