The Never Ending Story

..the eyeball dropped right out......

..Revealing a ghastly..

..revealing a ghastly secret.

Who should emerge from Slarti's spotted fur comforter but the Riverland lass looking ever so sheepish and suddenly exposed to the the ................

...the concept that the Riverland lass fits into glove puppet!?! :ah_oh::confused:

"Oh dear dear!" stuttered McLoch in astonishment. :raise_eyebrow::ah_oh: "This certainly could alter the flow in an embarrassing way and lead to further questions" i_dunno...

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The chooks in the Aunt's garden may have been over fed.

..revealing a ghastly secret.Who should emerge from Slarti's spotted fur comforter but the Riverland lass looking ever so sheepish and suddenly exposed to the the ................

"I am not the Riverland Lass" she explained "I am her twin sister, and my Nanna's favourite grand-daughter, the Glove-Puppet Lass .......... and don't worry, slarti, as your secret is safe with me ..... but I have to say that what we did together overhead Rylstone once you were on cruise, had the Cheetah all balanced, we were clear of the tiger-country and your mind turned to the "usual" on your way to Mudgee, was just fantastic (darling)."

"Is that in the Regs?" asked Tubb "I'll have a chat with CASA about that, who do it a bit themselves".

"I'll let all of the NES readers in on a little secret" replied the Lass "I have a cute button nose too, one of my eyes fell out because Ross has worn through the thread (from the inside), and that wasn't a salty tear that you saw in post # 1725, either"

"Does this mean that slartiglovepuppet is a banker?" asked .........

"Does this mean that slartiglovepuppet is a banker?" asked .........

Tomo.........

You know it's probably true to! 'cause he fly's a cheettaaarrr (ain't that what some bankers do?)

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Well I'm not gonna be with you again today... will be another late night probably? 10.45pm last night!!! That's a big day when you don't stop at all!:big_grin:

Well let's get this show on the road ...errr... in the air! shall we............

Once upon a time, on a farm/town far away there was this banker who had a Cheetah. He was known around the world as Slartiabitfast but he had not much stamina and soon ran out of puff, so he called up his O'l mate Tubbz who happened to have a bit of Turbo in him, which as Turbo's usually do it got him back up to breathing real fast... soon he was leaving the Le Creppe behind chewing his slip stream and bits of red paint:keen:.... and we better not forget good old Avahlocks, who are...mmmm....came onto the radio demanding that he was getting woken up from his afternoon sleep because some hooligans where out screeming around in there jabiru powered machines making a heck of not much noise... (some people just can't see the fun side of things some time can they?...)

Then just when they think it was all over, Tomo busts through with speed slower than sound with his tow...nah...two stroke rotoryaxe at full steam, comes in from behind, lines up.... and...........................

...splatt! cops one behind the ear from King Rat! who clearly has the fastest Jab in town....

...splatt! cops one behind the ear from King Rat! who clearly has the fastest Jab in town....

Now Dotdash is really confused.......:confused: King Rat has the fasted Jab in town, but still only manages to hit "behind" the ear....!

...........anyway, the splatt behind the ear did the trick, and down I went.... only to awaken about 50ft off the ground. Coming quickly to my senses I kill the engine, slowly pulling out of the high speed dive, and with only inches to spare between the ground and the rubber circles... pphewww.... thought oneself that was close!

but joy of the King was only short lived because.............

...Like a cane toad in a sock, DotDash bounced along the tarmac in a series of erratic leaps and then hurled himself into the air.

"Come back here and fight like a man el Ratto!" he roared as he gunned the two pot screamer to a shrieking cacophony....

........ getting a climb rate of 1500ft/mn he soon had El Ratto in sight, doing continuos climbing loops (can be done in a Drifter, Believe it or not...! the aerobatic one though)

I loaded me spud gun with a nice juicy rotten spud, did a dive on top of El Ratto and fired................................

I loaded me spud gun with a nice juicy rotten spud, did a dive on top of El Ratto and fired................................

.....and missed because although he had been flying in and out of the trees yesterday he hadn't yet learned what skid and slip meant.

****!!!, he said as the branch of a Coolibah....

....punctured a neat row of dots down the side of the drifter.

"... .... .. " cried our intrepid spuddy shooter regretting that he had already fired off his quota of dashes and couldn't therefore quite spit out the required terminal (aviation term) character.

He now had as well as the plastic parrot patrol the green tree brigade after him with malice and .........

.....they hated the rag and bone brigade. "Those hang glider types are all the same" said Mary Beth, who'd tied herself top many a tree. "they never take their rubbish home either.

"Dot, dot dot" said Tomo, which was all he could say because he'd run out of dashes.....

.....they hated the rag and bone brigade. "Those hang glider types are all the same" said Mary Beth, who'd tied herself top many a tree. "they never take their rubbish home either.

"Dot, dot dot" said Tomo, which was all he could say because he'd run out of dashes.....

.. and was running short of dots, too.

So he pulled the Drifter around into a 60 degree, 5 G turn, only to find that the Rodent's J was still out-turning him.

It was then that the Piper's Son acknowledged what a fine machine he was matched again.

"They are a damn fine machine" he said, "And damn you too, El Ratto" he muttered as he reached down between his legs to grab another spud, in a vein attempt to reload "If only you had a SportSzara I could catch you and zot you (I told you he was just about out of dots) .......... and as it turned out, that wasn't a wrinkled spud he had grabbed, either. It was his ..........

It was his ..........

.......Mandarin I had spared for smoko....... never the mind, It'll leave it's marks all the better on El Ratto's windscreen, and if I'm lucky, it may even go through:thumb_up:

So noticing that the Rat was still out turning me, I pulled into a 90degree turn, and soon got the Roag back into me sights, this time I had a double dose of petrol in the end of the spud gun, (the right end to I should add!) that with a push of the button, the shot was gone..........................

So noticing that the Rat was still out turning me, I pulled into a 90degree turn, and soon got the Roag back into me sights, this time I had a double dose of petrol in the end of the spud gun, (the right end to I should add!) that with a push of the button, the shot was gone..........................

.... and so was half the right wing. Tomo suddenly got his mother's message about not playing with petrol. Frantically he flapped his right hand, and this seemed to improve the aerodynamics considerably, but this meant he couldn't operate the throttle, which was jammed wide open....

.... and so was half the right wing. Tomo suddenly got his mother's message about not playing with petrol. Frantically he flapped his right hand, and this seemed to improve the aerodynamics considerably, but this meant he couldn't operate the throttle, which was jammed wide open....

.. "Thank goodness I have had so much practice with that hand" he thought.

And with one wing hanging limp, and the other struggling for flight, TomTom heard that sound that every drifter driver hates.

"Pinggggggg" went one of his wires.

Then PINGGG ........ but it wasn't another stay wire.

"What the ... --.- .--. --... was that?" thought Tomo "Oh heck, I've also popped my thong, and my .........

and my .........

Blood vessel in the right eye... Man... now I'm not gonna look real good for Bigpete's birthday party (just noticed I'd forgotten you Pete in our sitting on the edge of your seat story that's actually flowing reasonably well...! although Le Creepe is trying to drift off a bit;))

But while I'm frantically coaxing my two pot screamer back to earth, the mandarin actually hit it's target right on the spot... so now...................

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Ps. What the heck does OQP7 suppose to stand for Mr RAT?

Ps. What the heck does OQP7 suppose to stand for Mr RAT?

"We can only assume that Tomo's morse was poor due to the pickle he was in with his one remaining wing, his spiralling downward flight and his good hand pounding away" said Ahlow "And I don't blame him for getting it wrong, on this occasion, as he would have had his other hand on the stick, and another on the throttle, while his other was holding the Morse key while his other tapped out a message."

"Tomo sounds like my type of Forum member" said .................

Avlovaks who had been looking over his shoulder while talking on the radio to First Officer Brenton Purpose. He took another look, then SPLAT......the spinning drifter clipped him with it's good wing ad the flying rivet flicked into a spin......

Avlovaks who had been looking over his shoulder while talking on the radio to First Officer Brenton Purpose. He took another look, then SPLAT......the spinning drifter clipped him with it's good wing ad the flying rivet flicked into a spin......

.... with his head hitting the canopy, his sunscreen levitating in his cockpit and his crystal Pinot glass getting loose in it's wineglass holder.

Thank goodness his innate (or is it innane?) piloting skills kicked in to save the day, when he added power (tee hee) from his instantly responsive (tee hee) Axe, kicked in rudder from those peddle things in the front, banked to the left and accelerated (tee hee) away from trouble.

"Where's my helmet" he thought "Ah, there it is. Now where is my glove puppet?" as he .....

..caught sight of the barrel of a huge spud gun pointed in his direction, and the evil eyes of a dotless dash, who apparently half way through this flight had reached solos status officially, but appeared to be lurching all over the sky, which made aiming difficult....

...especially with a wing tip missing....! "maybe I should try and land this thing thought the dotlessdash?? all I've got to worry about now is that wide open spud gun that is pointing this way.......

"He'll never catch me, 'cuz I'm slicker than pig snot" :yuk: (current affairs reference)Snorted Teflonloch as he flipped through the regulations (dig at Turbz reference :devil:) that had been loaded into the GPS (anti luddite reference i_dunno) "There's got to be an extent practicable to get out of this situation"

"Hah Got one!" McTeflon triumphed ( no, it's not a motorbike reference el ratto i_dunno) "All turns within the circuit area will be made to left.....(physics reference)

Will the dalby dacron dirt dart driver, DashDot, decipher how (Bugga! run out of D words) this is so?.....

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McLock quickly runs to the work truck and racks off, for he knows there would be incoming....