And So It Begins...

[tea lady]

render the baskeville sniffers snifferless. It was little know that their inherant weakness in the seemingly impenetrable bank of sleeping dogs was their loathing if feather dusters. All she had to do was toss it in their direction, but first she....

[Black Ned]

had to distract the bare bottomed bikers who had their eye on

[tea lady]

Her delactable knees. "Oh my God! I forgot to over my knees. I hope I can out run these guys" she muttered as she made adash for the bunker tossing the feather duster over her shoulder. The murauding baskerville sniffers did a good job of slowing down the bare bottomed bikers, and our intrepid "misses" Made it into the inner sanctum. Breathing a sigh of relief she tuurne4d triumphant only to be confronted by.....

[Incoming!]

..her own greatest weakness, the actor Alan Rickman (ok - ok, I MAY be personalising the story - just a little). Alan took his time looking her up and down, with that irresistible sneer on his face, as he uttered her name in that hypnotic and mellifluous voice ....

Slap slap! Start again!

to be confronted by ...
... the extraordinary mess left by the bikers. There was a fine old collection of hamburger wrappers, beer bottles, three month old copies of Australian Wood Worker and ...

[fenderbelly]

two copies of well thumbed

[tea lady]

Ralph magazine. "Typical" Muttered the misses, gingerly making her way to the other side of the room. "Now to find Wongo's secret recipe file. It wouldn't be in the obvious place would it. He is a man though. Not very complicated." she thought to herself as she rummaged through the....

[Incoming!]

... pile of unpaid bills marked "Urgent". "Got it!," she cried triumphantly. "Naturally, no one would ever think to look in a pile of Telstra accounts."

The missus jerked at a slight noise from outside the vault. "They mustn't find this recipe! The Country Women's Association Armed Wing will kill me if I don't bring this back safe to them!" Hastily, she secreted the recipe in the most ingenious hiding spot of all, her ...

[fenderbelly]

cavenous handbag witch contained her capsicum spray plus the other thousands of girly aids and the

[Incoming!]

... matchbox containing her husband's brains. She whipped around to confront the intruder and beheld ...

[tea lady]

the remains of a tuna sandwich. "That reminds me. I haven't had lunch yet " she thought, as she hoisted the handbag over her shoulder and made for the window. Half way out with one leg still in the sink, she discovered that...

[Incoming!]

.. the seat of her favourite Prada jeans had been caught up on the flick mixer. "I've lost weight!" she exulted. "My bum ...

[fenderbelly]

is mixing with the wrong

[Incoming!]

...refractory index which distorts the overall effect! So she decamped with Wongo's secret ingredient and ....

[Black Ned]

makes a bee line to the ladies powder room to tidy up and re-spackle her face. Crashing through the door she bumps into

[Incoming!]

.. fenderbelly, who'd previously ratted through her handbag and therefore was intimately acquainted with all of the girly aids contained therein. Now fetchingly adorned with ...