Mr Meep 3 - Mr Meep’s Summer Holiday

“Welcome to Paradise; the holiday planet of your dreams”, said a smiley Robo holiday rep as Mr Meep and Doris Didcott came down the gangplank of a star-cruise liner together.

“Ooh! There’s nothing to beat Blackpool in the Summer”, said Doris, Mr Meep’s near sighted old
Landlady, looking round and seeing a rather blurry Northern English seaside town instead of a distant, tropical alien planet.

“Meep!”, agreed the blue furry alien, looking around himself but through the lenses of a snazzy pair of gold rimmed aviator sunglasses which he thought made him look quite glamorous.

“And look”, said Doris pointing to a large Space rocket that was standing upright on a launchpad, “There’s the tower. Ooh! I do think we should go up there, Mr Meep. I haven’t been to the top of the Blackpool tower since I was a little nipper”.

“Meep!”, said Mr Meep, anxiously steering Doris away from the space rocket for fear that she might get blasted off into space.

But Mr Meep needn’t have worried, for then his landlady saw something else that made her even more excitable and cried out, “Donkey! Ooh, I’ve always wanted to ride on a donkey along the beach”.

“Meep?”, asked Mr Meep, looking round just in time to see Doris climb on the back of a mule like, four legged alien tourist who wasn’t at all pleased about being ridden upon by the overweight Mrs Didcott.

“Meep!”, cried Mr Meep, shaking his head in exasperation as the four legged alien creature galloped around, braying angrily and bucking like a rodeo horse, frantically trying to shake Mr Meep’s happily giggling landlady off of its back.

Fortunately for the Horse like creature, Doris soon tired of her donkey ride when she saw what, to her looked like an even more exciting and enormous fairground ride.

“Hee-hee!”, she laughed, running towards it, “That ride looks like a lot of fun”.

Sadly for Mr Meep, it was not a fairground ride at all but a rather angry looking octopus – like, alien sea monster that, as soon as it saw Doris, snatched her up in a giant tentacle and so, while all the other sunbathing alien tourists were abandoning their deckchairs and sun loungers and running, screaming for their lives, Mr Meep had to fly up and rescue his landlady from the giant, multi-tentacled monster.

“Whee!”, screamed Doris, happily oblivious to the danger she was in as a giant, green tentacle whirled her around, “This IS a good ride, isn’t it Mr Meep?”.

“Meep!”, cried Mr Meep, desperately as, seeing him flying towards it, the titanic octopus snatched him up in another of its gigantic arms and might well have gobbled him up if Mr Meep had not remembered something, an enormously powerful tranquiliser, that always put him to sleep and might put the octopus creature to sleep aswell.

“Meep!”, he called out to his Landlady.

“What? You want to hear about my life? When I was a little girl?”, asked Doris, puzzled as to why Mr Meep should be so eager to hear about her childhood in the middle of a thrilling fairground ride.

Nevertheless, Doris was always keen to talk at length about her life and so, starting at the very beginning when a little baby Doris first came into the world, she began to recount the entire history of her existence in every minute detail and it wasn’t long before the giant Octopus was snoring loudly and sleeping peacefully, resting its bulbous, blubbery green head upon the alien shore.

“There’s that funny sound again”, said Doris as Mr Meep unhooked her from the snoring octopus’s grasp and, taking hold of her, flew her safely to the ground, “The one I always hear when I’m talking about my life, like someone sawing on a great big plank of wood”.

“Meep!”, sighed Mr Meep, mopping the sweat from his furry brow; a quiet, peaceful holiday in Blackpool beginning to sound rather nice.