Jim woke as quick as an ejaculation to find that his body was as moist as an eel owing to the re-occuring nightmare about McDonald's closing. "Phew!", thought the foghorned one. Outside, Jim could hear persistent brushing so got up to take a look. Out back was Petar 'Oliver Twist' Misjlen who was cleaning the chimney of the Eccles Topaz that Perrottington had brought from local socialite Pablo G. Griffeiths. Jim made his way downstairs for a spot of lunch but an evil act had occured. J.M.Lane had 'popped in' for a bite to eat...the cupboard were as bare as the gifted one's kraneum whilst swiftly running. Patty Twist consoled Ham over what had happened whilst they jet-washed the drive but they were inturrupted when the steady beat of 1970's acid jazz bass drowned their thoughts. "alright?", asked Pelmut as he got out of his A reg Austin Allegro, dated 1979. Pelmut liked the 70's, and the 70's liked him. His brown cardigan noticed the space in the wardrobe to multiply... "I've just heard that there's a disco in the making, it's out at the moontower, full kegs, everyone's gonna be there. You should come along", stated the herring that is Peeelmit. "Na", I'm off down Jock's house later" said Jimile. Pat noticed the balloon of hair was unwashed, perhaps due to an all-night disco the night before. How correct he was. Later,Don Timtiminy Collinio III was polishing his Merc for a 'special trip' later that night when Pex popped in. He looked sheepish. "you awright my son?" asked the Godfather reaching for his golf club. " I've...I've...run..." stuttered Pexualle, "Spit it aat boy!", Urged the Timmeister as he disliked patience. "I've run out of conditioner, factor 7!!!", Tim realised that he had pushed Pex over the edge...no one dared to speak and they were left with their thoughts, only glancing at the terror float as it went past at a steady 9 mph. Destination -Croespenman, Purpose of visit - Wreak terror upon Bron y Maen.
