CHAPTER 20

Father McKenzie bought a ticket to ride, he didn't care where he was going, and this was probably better, it would make his movements unpredictable. When you reached McKenzies age your it was quite easy to make your movements unpredictable, so a random train ticket ought to do the trick.

He'd dragged his knapsack to this deserted train station as darkness descended. Carrying his newly bought newspaper under one arm.

He'd pinched the newspaper since he had no money to pay for it, then asked the lord to forgive him. Untrained in the art of stealth he simply yelled to the newsagent, "LOOK OVER THERE!" and pointed as he grabbed the paper and hobbled away as quick as he could dragging his napsack. A napsack that had gotten heavier and heavier as his journey continued.

Apon opening the napsack the sight which greeted him nearly made him wet himself. He forced himself to put the bucket of water he was holding onto down and pay attention to the situation he was in.

"Nice bucket of water", Evil Pop chimed with a chesire cat grin.

"Nice suntan", McKenzie chimed back.

"Sorry to hear about Ms Rigby", Pop half whispered, replacing the grin with a pretend look of sadness.

McKenzie shrugged, he hadn't known her very well.

"Well", Pop began to look distracted and irritated, "I must be off, I have an important meeting to attend...it's all falling into place you know?"

"Don't you want to kill me?", McKenzie looked confused.

Pop shrugged his shoulders, and sauntered away with a laugh. "Too much time on the sun", McKenzie muttered to himself, and had a little giggle to himself.

CHAPTER 21

Gus waited as instructed by the No 4 Bin outside the bus terminal on Bragoot Street, and was promptly clobbered over the head and kneed in the groin. He was then set on fire, put out, and set on fire again. And put out again.

He was then chained and dragged 800 yards, attacked by four angry German Shephards and clobbered once more.

Four masked heavyset men threw him into a waiting van which sped off. While in the van he was repeatedly strangled, tickled and punched.

Upon arriving at it's destination the men threw him out of the van, whereby he was attacked once again by the four German Shephards, then chained and dragged for 900 yards this time. He was set on fire once more and put out again.

Then he was left alone for a bit, to rest.

When Gus eventually came to he found himself lying outside an old run-down shack in a swampy type area. A note had been left on the door - "Ring the Bell"

He did this, the bell making a pleasent ding-dong noise which was a little out of place for a run-down shack. John Lennon answered the door.

"OH MY GOD...YOU'RE JOHN LENNON!!!!", Gus screamed. Not a second passed before someone with a camera popped up over a hedge and snapped a picture of the two of them.

"Twenty one fucking years!", John snapped, "Twenty one years and some idiot butler goes and breaks my cover, thanks a lot dimwit!"

"I thought you'd be much nicer in person", Gus said, standing his ground, affirming his right to scream when thought-to-be-dead celebrities sprung up out of shacks.

"Get in here now!", John said urgently, "and sorry about the rough treatment, we had to make sure you didn't remember which way you came, or who brought you." He grabbed Gus and pulled him inside.

CHAPTER 22

At the "Boogaboo to you!" coffee shop Nyartholep looked at The Great MbBlenzy with scorn. Why was this guy so great? All covered in mud and soaking wet, with a bloody lip. All sad and teary, he had a look of guilt and failure that was unmistakeable. It was only when the tears came again that Nyar put away his scornfull look and pretended to comfort the soggy midget.

"There, there." It was all he could think of. He patted MbBlenzy on the head and wiped his hand on his waistcoat. It was alright since it was a gift from his evil brother, and he never gave very nice gifts. In fact, the mud made it look a little better.

"Nice waistcoat." MbBlenzy said, trying to get the conversation into more comfortable areas.

"Thankyou. It was a gift from my brother." Nyartholep smiled his false smile and looked at his watch.

"Would you mind buying me a lollypop?" MbBlenzy uneasily asked.

"What!?" Nyar could hardly believe his ears, but MbBlenzy had no chance to answer. In strode Evil Iggy Pop.

"Hey guys, I'm bored, lets send this race...away...far away...in space and time", Iggy had arrived. Nyartholep closed his eyes and rested his forehead on his hands. Mr Pop was also completely nude.

"What did I tell you about walking around nude in coffee shops?", Nyar daringly asked.

"Hey man, not tonight, tonight is my night, tonight I do things my way." Immediately after saying this Pop was being escorted to the door, Nyartholep had to intervene with one of his hypnotic mind spells to stop him being ejected and arrested.

"Things are a lot more easy going on the sun y'know?", Pop said sneeringly. "Anyway, I knew I could count on you Nyar, I knew you still had the right stuff. Now where's Mr MbBlenzy?"

"errr...The Great MbBlenzy actually", MbBlenzy said quietly.

Pop looked him up and down. "It's gonna be a hard days night boys."

Water which is too pure has no fish
TS'AI KEN T'AN