Norah looked up to see Waffle and Heather approaching. “We must get on” she said “he’s coming round”. All five of them tripped down the stairs to the dungeon. Heather gave Friar Tuck a cold look but made no comment.
“I hope he’s secure” said Heather to Norah, “you should never have left him – you know his nickname used to be Houdini Jack”.
Norah curled her lip and said “I don’t think you need to worry”. She took out the large key from her pocket and slipped it in the steel lock in the thick wooden door. Inside “Chitty Chitty Bang Bang” could be heard on the TV. Norah entered the room and gasped. Heather quickly pushed past her. Two pairs of handcuffs were dangling from the radiators but there was no sign of LJS. Bobble let out a tiny sigh and fainted.
on 13 December 2004 at 23:53
Oh crap. Sorry chaps – I appear to have buggered up.
PS when I curled my lip, was it like Elvis? It was like Elvis, wasn’t it? Was it? It was. I knew it. Uh huh huh.
on 13 December 2004 at 23:55
By way of apology for underestimating Houdini J. 1
on 14 December 2004 at 16:45
* Secretly rejoicing that he’s the only man left in the castle *
on 14 December 2004 at 23:05
Bobble, you’re right, as discussed. Norah, of course. And another sweetie, cool. Thanks. FT, well, that’s what you think.
on 15 December 2004 at 00:30
Oh, so I see how it works around here! You have to fall prostrate on the floor while howling to get your way.
on 15 December 2004 at 21:48
FT, well spotted.
on 16 December 2004 at 12:45
Norah’s dead good at the lip curling …
on 16 December 2004 at 22:52
Well pog, you have your eyebrows.