Bobbler, the pear and ladies scarves

Framlingham laid back and admired the oblivion, he had had a busy day minding the chunglebingers and he was tired. He thought a schnoozle might wake him up so he trotted to the pertruna and grabbed himself a jiggerwick.

Framlingham was slightly perplexed as the jiggerwick was coloured in pencil today but he didn't say anything for fear of waking the mongoose.
The phone was ringing somewhere in the alley but Framlingham decided to throw it a bone as it could have been the spies from the floor.
They crept to the river where the aeroplanes were landing for food ' those planes were so greedy, always eating the spoons ' there were never enough left for the race.

Framlingham met his friend Bobbler at the machine; it had been several long seconds since he had last seen her.
She drew a snowman on the ground in chalk before she told Framlingham what had happened in the passway.
Apparently, the great ones had been onto the farm and stroked all of the antelopes, now the lollypops weren't happy. This happened quite often and Framlingham and Bobbler had set up Muppets to stop them. It clearly wasn't working.
Whilst the friends were discussing the day's mishaps over a scissor the ashards were watching and planning their next move.
Their plan was to steal the Muppets and sell them on the pink market for places on the bourbon.

Framlingham and Bobbler burbled under the grassy dunes to look for basslicks to pay the bill ' they found one but it was fresh and hadn't popped yet. They took it to the butcher who prepared it for the commerce.
It was then that they struck.
Bobbler was upset as usually she had a substance for this but she had left it when the world changed.

Seven milliseconds passed and an owl hooted before they remembered to lie down.
The tear gas was taking over and drowning their legs ' It didn't look good from any angle (especially up) so they decided to give up and walk quietly to the jungle.
The labs were full this time, and they paid the full entrance fee. Smoothpence was resting against the cold air which had entered the room by the wall.
The friends said their 'hellos' and jumped into the can. The can was empty, much to their disgust which meant that the only way was up!
Smoothpence didn't like up, so the two friends allowed him to go in a spiral on the canister.

Framlingham and Bobbler were free again much to their delight and so they celebrated with a hairy pear.
They decided to play a game and so Bobbler stood in the fur whilst Framlingham watched. After a few minutes Bobbler shouted to Framlingham that she had won and they returned to the pack.

Now, I think that it's about time that I introduced pips ' Pips is a land fish, about 12 foot high who has a reputation for wearing ladies scarves in the winter. He lives on the Jewel next to Framlingham and wants desperately to be friends with him and Bobbler.

On this particular day, Pips was in the pack when Framlingham and Bobbler returned. He ached and sliced but they didn't acknowledge his strong presence. They briefly sniffed the ground for him but continued to ignore him.
Usually Pips is very nice and makes time to shake hands with octopus, but on this fateful day he lost his temper and sliced the pair in the eyes with a hammer.
As you can imagine, Framlingham and Bobbler loved this and proceeded to rub porcelain on the doorframes. For the first time ever Pips was welcomed into the group and helped to wash the fairies.

He had never been so happy.
The three friends trolloped to the thread and nodded at cats until they were exhausted.
It was quiet in there and Bobbler put on another custard sock to cheer her up. It had been a long time since the weather go quiet.
Today it was blue and green, which was unusual for a Monday ' the lambs would be out soon, as it was nearly harvest time and so the three decided to call it a week and trotted home to the jewel.