The Last of the Summer Whine

By Goldenrod Lockhart

Me: Hello. 'Tis me again and welcome to the second Chapter in this fic. As I had said Before, I do not own "Last of the summer wine". The BBC and Roy Clarke Does...OH! And if you don't like to see the characters OOC (Out of character), I strongly recommend you don't really read this. I have a feeling It will have lots of OOCness. Now here's the story!

After refusing to pull Clegg from the River to the point where he got so frustrated that he started crying, Truly and Clegg (He had decided to help him) decided to go to the White Monkey pub for a pint. First, Clegg wanted to stop by his house.

"Why?" Asked Truly Surprised.

"So I can get out of these soaking wet things! What else?" Answered Clegg.

"No." Truly simply said. Clegg Raised an eyebrow.

"Why not? I'll catch cold in these things!" He said.

"But I don't want you to change out of your suit!" Whined Truly before he had a chance to stop himself. Clegg's eyebrow raise so high, it could have disappeared into his hair line.

"WHY?" He asked incredulously. Perhaps Truly shouldn't have said anything.

"Well..." He said looking for an answer, "I...I really like when you wear it...AND I DON'T MEAN WHAT YOU THINK I MEAN!" Truly yelled when he saw Clegg's eyes grow tothe size of Saucers.

Clegg shook his head to try to get it together. "All right. I admit I DO look handsome in this suit." He said, finding his chance to brag. He even did a little model-esque pose, "But you have to understand, I'll catch cold in these clothes." Truly shook his head "No" Mainly for two reasons: 1) To see if it would actually work and 2) To annoy Clegg. Mainly 2. "Truly, is it customary for men of the yard to walk around in soaking wet clothes?" He asked.

"Yes. It is." Truly lied. Clegg sighed and moved for the door anyway.

"Well, I'm sorry to disappoint you, Truly, but I really need to change. I'll put them back on when It dries. OK?" He said.

"OK." Said Truly laughing. He didn't really care if Clegg kept it on or not. Clegg unlocked the front Door and started to go in. "And Cleggy?" asked Truly. Clegg turned around.

"Yes, Truly?" He said.

"Put one hand on your nose." Said Truly. Clegg looked confused but did. "Now raise your left arm." Clegg did so. "Now stand on your right Foot."

"Why am I doing this?" He asked.

"So you can-" Began Truly then snatched Clegg's cap and ran off.

"TRULY!" Shouted Clegg annoyed. He attempted to chase after him but only wobbled on one leg. "Hey!" He wobbled again but couldn't go anywhere. "Truly...Would you get off! WOULD YOU STOP THIS!" Only he seemed to be screaming this towards the screen as if whoever watching immobilized him. "STOP IT!" He shouted again. "HELP!" Clegg shouted once again as the screen faded out. What sounded like sobbing came out as the last sound. The words "To be continued." Appeared.

Well, another chapter in the bag. Please review so you can see what happens next in this crazy story.