Eventually the laughter subsided. It was ascertained that Mary had meant to say 'Jus de banane' and not 'jeu de banane'. She was really not that sort of a girl, after all.
Cascanne suggested they all went into the courtyard to play a new version of Swine Whoopee, but as scaffolding was still a feature of the way modern builders chose to work on the outside of buildings, it was voted down, and the seagull formally know (not formerly known) as Fulmar No. 14 produced his pinball certificate for general perusal.
'Gont naught ginniad flaxen bubbers,' remarked Cheld, miming a special little olive language at the congregated guppy squad-cars.
The Filton narks came down hard on him for that one.
By the light of the silvery milk, maverick sleuth Corny Titbins, a tightly-quiffed but delicate map-defiler, rutted his mumps coyly, and Boney Sue purpled in a kind of happy.
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