Starsky and Hutch are sitting in Bay City Police Station. 'Hey Starsky. Haven't you noticed that since the Teletubbie affair we haven't had any good cases?' 'Yeah Hutch. Things are kinda getting dull in here. There's nothing exciting going on in this town anymore.' 'Yeah, I know what you mean.' A silence. 'STARSKY! HUTCH! GET IN HERE NOW!' 'Looks like our luck has just changed,' said Hutch. 'So, what's up chief? Have the Tweenies broken free of house arrest again?' 'My God Hutch, you got it in one. They have escaped house arrest and they appear to be planning to invade Clifford's island.' 'Not Clifford the Big Red Dog's island?' 'The very same Starsky.' 'Oh God,' whimpered Starsky, 'But what about Little Emily? Jeez, can you give me a moment? Come on Hutch.' The duo go to the toilets. 'Jeez Hutch, I love that dog, I can't bear to think what those multicoloured freaks are going to do to them.' 'Come on. Dry your eyes mate. We are going to go there and save that big cuddly dog, for yours and Final Fantasy 1000's sake.' 'Who's he?' 'Only the Wilkoman's favourite reviewer on ' 'Ah, come on, you're kidding me.' 'No' 'Seriously?' 'Yeah' 'Wow'
Starsky and Hutch go back into the office. 'So, are you two ready to go? You fly out to London Tomorrow.' 'Yeah, but I hope those pro Teletubby lobbyists aren't there again'. 'Starsky, you worry too much.' 'Hutch, you're the one who should be worried. You were the one who was attacked by a three year old. What was it that happened to you? Wasn't it...getting kicked in the balls?' 'Yeah, and it still hurts.' 'Get out of my office and get on that plane, before I kick you so hard you won't need it!'
On the plane...
'Hey mister, you killed the Teletubbies! Take this!' 'Owww. Not again. Oh no, my voice is getting higher! Starsky! Starsky! It's happened again!'
On the Tarmac at Heathrow airport. It's raining.
'Well, Hutch, here we are in Sunny England.' 'Oh, shut up you, we're going to miss our bus to Dover.'
What will happen next? Find out in Chapter 2!