h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

Piffe Paffe Pouffe (How did that piece of furniture get in here?)

ahhhh... -that's much better.....He-he - bet they won't find that one in a hurry.

So many thorns to arrange today. So little time.

::clips off the ugly flower heads with gastly shears::

*pushes pouffe to one side*

CLIVE!!!!!!!!!

*gets out the fireworks, the big timpani, brass fanfares and smoke*

This will be a big spell...

*rolls up sleeves*

KAZAAAAAAAAAM!!!!









*passes out*

*temporarily revives*

Someone say ?

*passes out again*

Wow. I feel all sort of...weird ...hello down there... well yes I'm my normal shape again...only one real snag that I can see, one miniscule oversight I'm eight and half feet tall!

* Clive, uses penknife to open barrel of *

Well, be glad you're an ostrich again...

*collapses once again... THUD*

How are we ever going to tango again?

I'll have to have Lurch as a dance partner.


oh dear.

Perhaps if I ..........*loads Clive into washing machine* Now remember what happened to that jumper Thing gave you for Xmas.....

Hmmmm. This does not look good at all! How does one control shrinkage in a washing machine?

Fine, no one revive me... *pout*

*has a very odd mental image of an eight and a half foot tall ostrich being loaded into a dryer...

*shrinks to a perfect size.*

*also receives a sever concussion - and thus remebers nothing of the previous half- hour's antics.*



ooooh *stagger* Caramea? *thud*

*pours for Amy & frantically tries to remember if she knows any hunky male - leans against the washing machine as it goes onto spin cycle*

*thinks: spin cycle?*

arrrrrrrrrgghhhh......


*thud* *thump* *bounce* *thwap* *thunk* *thud* *Dompf* *pound* eep-oo-arg! *clang* f'nar *crack* mummy....

Darling, why are you such a lovely shade of mauve?

*stuffs purple towel behind back*