Little nagging brains

The mind reader had led us all astray. Here we all were in the back of a little Noddy car shouting at bubbles made of spam. Giddy from shouting at little goblin pokers I decided to fall asleep and forget I was made of tea. Gingerly a gingerbread man slapped me in the face and I knew it was to be the beginning of a very long hour.

Slipshod we crept down the stairs and felt our way through the darkness to what we assumed to be a goal. Bright of the joys of bubble delight we sat awaiting out commands and as if by magic we set sail for custard and creamed delights.