The Frog Hedda Hoppa, star columnist and
Fly-On-The-Wall found Slugger and Pal and told them all they knew
about Harry's Dastardly Plan. The Pair as Hedda told it later in her
Buke were still under Wacki Bacci influences and thought the whole
thing was hilarious. Well they would wouldn't they and Hedda at the
time – she omitted this is her Memoirs – was speaking with a
mouth full of - well – crawling things: still crawling but doomed.
Eventually the penny dropped – well the cent than –
bloody de cimi mation – you never know where you are. Pal figured
he was just as broke under all currencies. No! Once he found a
million Lira note on holiday and thought he was a millionaire. Well
he was – and as he learned later he wasn't.
A meeting was organised for The Denis the Menace Centre
and the word went out: by Chicken, chucking, by Duck ducking, by Fly
flying, and Bat batting, and Wasp, waspishly wending their way, by
Bee, buzzing and lots of things, doing things, lots of things' ways.
It was a momentous occasion: even Slug-Ali The Greatest
turned up. “I gots and agenda.” He said as he arrived.
“No.” says Pal, “Dgenda is open t'all attendees to
agendee what they wants to.” And then he couldn't help himself, he
said “Like – like”
Ali insisted “I journey here, to find out whatta ya
all gonna do about that slimy rat Harry. He's a nuisance and is
disrupt-in' business. Can't get dem slimy workers to do any-tin' with
all dat talk about The Revolution. Whatch'a doing about Harry.
Listen Pal dats why I'm Here! “
Pal gulped. Ali on his tail with bulging eyes several
inches above his head: slime boiling and bubbling on his brow, from
head to one toe, was an awesome sight.
“Ya folly me Pal! I wants action!” And then he
bellowed. “This meeting is called to order: and I'm presidin'. Any
objections – Hah.” Then he glowered around the room at each
individual he knew.
Banjoed looked away from his gaze and waited with
fingers plucking an imaginary Banjo. Pal shook his trouser leg and
pretended to scold his invisible dog.
Ralf chirped and moved nervously: then fell off a branch
- it was an olive branch he bought for Robina. She didn't know
whether to forgive him or make peace.
Ignoring Ali: Polly flounced in – missing her Pal –
her current squeeze. She was calling everybody “Pal” now.
“Howdah Pal. Seeya Pal. Have a seat Pal. Have a drink Pal.” It
was driving Pal spare: making him very jumpy.
Ali nodded into a corner and one of his men moved in:
over to where a very suspicious looking hedgehog that turned out on
inspection to be Klanger - hiding under his wig.
He was seized and evicted; evacuated by Dobbin the
Pony, who scoped him up on instructions from the Presidin' Chairman
and pony tailed him up – up- and away.
Over a hedge, down the hill he landed Splat! on the
windscreen of a car being driven by two baldy grim horsey brothers on
the way to Lisdune Varna. That was their names: The Brothers Horsey.
“Would ya look at de head of hair on dat fly,” the
younger one said.
“It's a wig, and it's a slug.” Brother said.
“A slug – so 'tis. We'll ask him where he got the
wig.”
“No!,” Brother said.”Take it off him and we'll
have turns wearing it at the festival.”
That brother of mine is smart! Younger thought.
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