"Clark, call Cap'n John and the Scotch Gard to the Bridge", barked Chief Coats. "Gutterman, you've had an Olfa lot to drink I think we better let Colonel Flannnel take control. Aurafil, what's that purple thang in the distance?" "I think it's the Pinmoors Chief" she replied as she deftly aimed the supreme slider into the invisigrip which hurtled the machine into a random orbit through a streak'o'lightening!

Which matched his eyes.

Alas! She is not available because she is too busy finishing her latest mystery quilt. Suddenly, Director Gutterman stumbling along his Drunkard's Path cries out, "it's a BOM!" and sits down to order another red Madeira.

(The stichuation is getting a bit crepe-y. It's time to call in Miss Jane Marbles and see if she can zentangle some of the clues.

at which point in came Colonel Flannel, "It is plaid to see that we have some fibreist issues which have crepe-ed in."

oh no - not Terylene - that has to be the very last resort

"That depends on whether they are prepared to use the old Rayon gun, it should be at the bottom of the cupboard with Terylene."

"I dunno chief" said Clark, "Those Marcus Brothers are difficult to beat, they are way up there in the stratosphere I think it's gonna take agents Anderson and Timms to bring them down".

Chief Coats declared "When we discover where the stash is, Agent Mettler can rip in and retreave the goods! We won't be defeated. We can stack and whack our way through that Drunkard's Path."

"It's hard to believe that these dual-feed-dogs are the Station Chiefs of the SS Isacord" mumbled Gutterman into his rapidly diminishing Madeira.

"Oh, so it's Honey Buns now", she replied. "At least you are no longer making reference to my Fat Quarters."

"Ah, Honey Buns" Coats exclaimed as he came through the door with Clark trailing like a long thin monofilament thread behind him.

Aurafil managed to stagger into the kitchen and prepare some scrumptious jelly rolls and layer cakes for those who had survived the rotary cutting mayhem.