Part 1: Washed oot booty!!!

Several weeks ago the terrific three took off for a long overdue "boot" & breakfast in the City of Inverness. Milk picked me up in his shiny new Zeppelin and within minutes we had collected Plum-Tomato and took to the skies. We sped towards Inverness with no notice of speed limits! "Speed Cameras be damned!!!" is Milk's new motto!

I was seated at the back of the cockpit while Plum and Milk sat in the front discussing reality TV and Scat Parties. Black clouds were looming but Milk thought he could see sunshine in the distance, soon we were nearing the booty but .... !!! Parking could be an issue!!!

Not wanting any untermensch to park near his sparkling new German built Rocket-Ship Milk dropped us off and went in search of a descent landing strip. It was of the utmost importance to avoid door dings!!!

Tomato and I wandered around the boot-sale, it was a miserable affair, not many cars, and as the rain pelted down most of the goods were covered by plastic sheets, black bin liners and blankets!?!

Milk eventually turned up but was surprised that it was raining in Scotland, he hid neath the spreading chestnut tree and was soon joined by Plum and my good self. We made small talk for a while, Plum took off to make an offer on a jar of rusty screws, he returned in a furious mood at the ridiculous price of said jar of rusting pointlessness.

"To the Rocket-Ship, chums!" Said I (the voice of reason) and within seconds (several minutes) we were speeding towards Planet Morrisons to partake a hearty breakfast! Hurrraahhh!!!