Zippy
Judging from his past it was never likely that Zippy
would retire quietly and although after spending a few
years “chilling” after his rather eventful time in the
rainbow house, the siege, and the war many years
before that, zippy decided to return to his spiritual
home; London, England.
He worked as a “private investigator” a slight change
from his previous two occupations but it suited him
well.
And then one day zippy was called for by Buckingham
Palace he had no idea what it was about as he imagined
he had been forgotten about as the brave prime minister
and TV personality, but one woman had not forgotten
his heroics, that woman was indeed the Queen; knowing
Zippy’s past she offered him a job as the new head of
MI5, he eagerly excepted her offer and is now the head
of this countries security service.
And that brings us up to date with this great
figure of history; leader of a victorious country at
war; one of the greatest entertainers ever born;
clever planner and instigator of the most dramatic
military operations ever carried out; and later the
head of one of the most secretive intelligence
gathering government agencies in history.
Not bad considering he had only one arm and a
zip-up-able mouth.
And so even as most of this country has no knowledge
of it zippy is looking after Britain’s security and
preparing for the next adventure, the next chapter in
his saga, the next selfless feat, the next medal to
be pined on his fur.
And one day zippy will return…
George
Following biding farewell to zippy George returned to his homeland a forgotten man, no one recognised him not even his old socialist friends, the years had not been kind to this pink hippo and a lot had changed.
For a while in the mid-nineties George lived a simple life as a poor quality wine salesman, his wage was small as was his council flat. George found it hard being just another Italian, he craved recognition, he needed attention. Soon he got it, George had always been extravagant in rainbow, and in the war before that he had never been a hippo who accepted mundane life.
He became a national icon, a true emblem of his new found job.
George became the greatest stunt artist his country had seen and to this day he can be found lobbin' himself off the tallest buildings in Italy just for the sake of it. After his biggest feat, hurling himself off of the top of the leaning tower of Pisa he modestly greeted his audience with the words "f**k that was fun better than being in a house with that f***ing boring bungle... I hate him I do...and that Geoffrey what was his problem? I hate Italy too and that thing...what's his name?.... Zippo or something he's a twat too"
It is thought George had maybe lost the plot by this time. Perhaps this was what he really thought or perhaps it was just an adrenaline overdose.
who knows?
But what is for sure is that this hippopotamus was and still is a frustrated genius, a genius without direction.
George can be seen performing his daredevil feats every Sunday at 12 'o'clock at the Tall building, Italy. Admission free except for blue peter badge winners who have to pay 400 quid.
Bungle
So bungle narrowley escaped the rainbow break-up. twice.
and in doing so luckily avoided zippys ongoing quest to have his head.
george hated him and the rest of the world resented him.
what is a bear to do in such a situation?
hide? fight? kill himself? have a intimate relationship with a pop star and live a recluded life in most outer-LA? or..... flee to the middle east and.... well read the bung-laden bit(it ain't that bad). Bung-Laden
