Me: You look exhausted.
Nell: I am. The helicopter just left Dartmoor with everyone on board.
Me: You mean Horst and Henry?
Nell: All bugs have been evacuated.
Me: All?
Nell: There was a terrible battle. Cakes were thrown and wool was unravelled.
Me: Gosh.
Nell: Cardigans were torn and knitted waistcoats ripped to shreds.
Me: How did it start?
Nell: When Susan approached Sven Gully he tried to hypnotise her. Fortunately Bob the buzzard spotted him and swooped in.
Me: Good bird.
Nell: In the ensuing fight Horst bravely jumped into Susan’s feathers. Unfortunately Gully started screaming and the Beefies attacked them.
Me: No.
Nell: Owl Pacino and the Royal Owl Force retaliated and bugs were scattered everywhere as the Beefies flew towards the hotel.
Me: Our hotel?
Nell: Yes. Poppy was already brandishing her sword. She and Knitwear Wolf were on high alert as soon as they heard the screaming.
Me: Go Poppy.
Nell: The Cat, David and Harriet took off their berets and started gathering up as many bugs as they could.
Me: Good thinking.
Nell: Alejandro and Gladys tried distracting the Beefies with an impromptu performance. It was touch and go until the Welsh Corgi choir and the Whippets Institute arrived with cakes.
Me: Surely nobody was hungry?
Nell: Not to eat, to throw. Rock cakes and cream horns. The Beefies were immobilised. They hate cream in their feathers.
Me: What happened next?
Nell: Knitwear Wolf ushered everyone into the chinook. The Beefies soon scattered when Poppy took off.
Me: And now they’re on their way home?
Nell: Yes, and thanks to Horst we know their plan.
Me: We do?
Nell: They want to capture The Great Mutliano at his Halloween special.
Me: But they are not invited.
Nell: That isn’t the point.
Me: No. Sorry.
