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

*inside Trin's sweetie jar*

*munchchompsuck*

If only he had a packet of Werther's I'd be able to hear his useful thinks.

I was expecting a squire summons there I was all ready to saddle up ponywithnoname and head off into sweetie battle *salutes*

Instead of which...

I think *chomp* I've got this *scoffle* one licked *munch* myself.

Well, maybe we can replenish my sweetie store from Wilma's. She's just unlatched it

I know, ain't it lovely that she trusts us? The fool.

*rummagescoffrummagechomp*

Have you got a bag to carry the ... ah. You're right. Let's just take the cupboard.

Okey-dokey

Heeeeeeeeee-yup!

Oooooo - 's heavy

Which is a good thing!

Y'alright there?

*chompsMiniEggs*

I'd help but I'm *munch* keeping on the look out.

Gnnnngggnnnnnngghhhhhhquiterightquiterightgnnngggnnnngggnnnnnhhhhh...

Is it much further?

It's funny, but it seems to get a little bit lighter with every step

Only a little bit though... ggggnnngggnnngggghhhhh...

Really? How can that have happened?

I'll just check inside it. Hold still a sec'.

*clambers onto Trin's shoulders and opens cupboard*

It's safe, it's okay. Knee knockers can't reach all the way up here.

I think Smikey must have been in here. *chompchompscoff* It's almost empt ... *lickylicky* No, it's completely bare.

Oooo.

Whoahwhoahwhoah! *bang*

*meanwhile, out in the garden*


*The lovely Wilma is dead-heading dandelions and ripping daisies up by the roots*

Footie!

Curse that nearly spherical greedy guts Smikey!

Best get some bandages and thermometers - we could ask that garde...

Hello Wilma

*Hides cupboard behind back*

*frantically wipes choccy stained face, gives up and hides in cupboard feeling perplexed at Trin's body shape*

Has she spotted us?

Don't know... ssshhh!

*Reaches out left arm to full extent to scratch corner of tum*

*readreadreadreadreadreadread*



Regurgipilfersweetietreatssharesies or I'm tellin' Wilma.

Can't. Smikey ate 'em all, apparently Just ask groany tummyachey choc-covered Footie if you don't believe me.

*raises head out of bucket to nod*

And where is Smikey now

*Shakes head* Dunno 'E scarpered *handsinpockets* 'Parrently *sniff*

I've not seen him since he raided your fridge for yoghurts again.

*pokey*

Lo Willers!

Have I told you recently how much you smell?