THE TRUTH IS A LEMON MERINGUE!
Shabba me whiskers This is barking bonkers… Well, that old roo-de-lally Mr Gum and the hideous Billy William the Third are once more mucking things up for everyone. They’re a-schemin’ and a-hatchin’ an’ making their bad plans up on Goblin Mountain. Can the wise old man Friday O’Leary and the small girl Polly make it past the Three Impossible Challenges of Goblin Mountain and save the town from a fate worse than something very bad indeed? In an epic tale of courage, valour and plain idiocy only one thing is sure: The truth is a lemon meringue!
‘GETT THEM!’ commanded Captain Ankles and at this the goblins advanced, eyes wide and claws glinting wickedly.
‘The poor rabbit!’ cried Polly. ‘This isn’t no place for you, little one,’ she said, scooping it up in her arms and carrying it to a safe place underneath a bush. You see, that was just the sort of girl Polly was – she always looked out for people smaller than herself, especially if they were rabbits.
‘Right,’ said Friday. ‘Now leave the rest to me!’ And he reached for his broadsword, the legendary Lord Champion. It was made from the strongest steel known to man and it shone like a Flaming Star of Justice and nothing could defeat it in battle and it was lying on Friday’s sofa in his secret cottage next to an empty yogurt pot.
‘Brummigans!’ cursed Friday. ‘Forgot the broadsword.’