Wall finalii. I haz bean waatin wit baited bretf fur de finiphising ov de tayle an i hav bean truning bleu, witch am NOTE mai colour. Can breethe agin nao dat de purrfectly cerect Persnictedlypermitcheckerupper gets awai wit IT>

Concats n ulations SJ. So happy, happy, joy, joy, to seeze yu gets off scot-free. (tho reely Scots is cheep, dey iz not free).

Martoonies, anywun?

There’s angel bears who come on their bikes, all dressed in their leather gear
And gallons of Scrump, all green with lumps and ‘orrible Watneys beer
Yogi downed a pint of it quick, was very promptly ‘orribly sick
And filled up both of Paddington’s new wellies.

Rave up time for teddy bears
The little teddy bears are having a lovely time today
Grooving to those heavy sounds, that only Status Quo know how to play
Cresta Bear is freaking out ‘It’s frothy Man’It’s blown his little brain
Rupert Bear is on a trip, Winnie The Pooh is doing a strip, they reccon he’s on the game.

Now every bear that ever there was is sure of a treat today
‘Cos Mummy and Daddy and Baby Bear have found a new game to play
Beneath the trees where nobody sees there’s Goldilocks, tied up on her knees
You bet your life she’s getting more than porridge

If you go down to the woods today you’d better not go alone
It’s lovely down in the woods today but safer to stay at home
‘Cos it’s a really kinky scene, a big butch bear is playing the Queen
And they don’t call him Sugar Puffs for nothing

Rave up time for teddy bears
The little teddy bears are having a lovely time today
Groping in the undergrowth
Oh what would Enid Blyton have to say?
See them as they prance around
Collapsing on the ground
They haven’t got any cares
At 12 o’clock the Coppers are coming to take them all away
For they’ve been naughty little teddy bears.

Written by Fred Wedlock, folk singer and genius

No – it waz teh seen in “Raiders ov teh Loast Ark” – wehn Indy iz in the street an teh great beeg guy wif teh beeg sword iz blockin hiz way – an wavin teh sword in awl the fancyee ways. An Indy says sumthing liek “Oh, ai don’t hav time fur tis) – an jus taeks out hiz gun an shootz him.

There we awl were – carrying awn an bringing witensses an stuff – an yoo just came in – shot sumwun – an SJ was saved. So simpul.

Iz an older idea. There iz an auld Sci Fi Storee -ai hav it sumwhere – yoo probablee know it. Azimov?? Clarke?? Teh hero an teh byootiful princezz ar fleeing frum teh bad guys (its a short story) an they reech teh saiftee ov the castle or sumething – an teh hero iz wavin hiz sword around – an teh bad guy shoots him. Teh end.

BTW, if yure gonna shutes, taek it owtside. i hate a big mess
in teh cortroom. Here *passes a snap pea to GC* try dis.

Gibbocat, unforchunatelee, duz nawt here dis advice.
He eats, shoots, adn leaves.

*crunch* i feel smarter awreddy.

hmm..? smelz gud – mebbeh juss a syp…
nao ‘maek liek ay tree an’… wutebber dem duz. b 4 eye haz 2 rezt yew an den shute yewz 2!!

iz da oner sistim!

“yes, yer oner! no, yer oner! nice tie, yer oner!!”

soz, heerz a hole big baskets ob da peas jus fer u, juge o’spockn, yer oner!!

I protests that I wuz meerely suggestin that SJ might want to discuss, wif her frenz, all purrfectly innocently, some things about disguizes, false dawcumentz, safe houzes (or haylofs), an so on.

An if — ize just sayin — if martoonies all round fer the occifers ub teh court help to make that discushion more … shall we says, discreet, then hoo are we to complayne?

*pours generous martoony fur teh neerest occifer of the kourt*

weeohhwweeeeohwwweeeeohwwweeeeoh

the secyuritee alarm soundz, peeps drawp to du floor,
adn SoWAT teems swrm the kort room adn caree orf gibbocat…

*bright voyce*
adn nao a werd frum ower sponsurs
kittehlishus!

hey yu!! *bangz*

awl fixt.

ahem…*wispuz*
tanx SJ teh cukkeez am deeeelishh!!

oanlee pwoblim eye C am dat him juss shootz ebbereebuddy n e waiz.
sew mebbeh iz nawt susha gud sujjez chun!?

Butt eye cud awlwaiz sai ‘cayz dizmisst’an goe shute sumbuddee elze taht din’t mata ( spanish joek! – bot iph eye has to spain it…….)