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Meanwhile back at Croft Manor:

Lara looks round at the assembled team thus far...

Lara: Right, so does everyone know what we're looking for?

TTL peeks over top of book at Lude, who begins to giggle.

Lude: ...m..mmm... mo.....

Lara: Yes, a mole, okay, a mole.

TTL and Lude continue to snigger quietly.

DOX: Do we have a starting point to look from?

Lara: Finally! An intelligent question! Well, according to...

Lude: ON HIS FACE!?!

TTL: No, it's escaped from his face. That's why we're on the case.

Lude: You mean it's slipped off or something when he wasn't looking?

TTL: S'pose, moles are notoriously sly ...and cunning.

Lude: You mean as cunning as a fox who was once Professor of Cunning at Oxford University, but has now moved onto better things and is head of Cunning Planning at the UN?

TTL: Could be so cunning you could brush your teeth with it, only that would be unhygenic...

Lara: Lude, why are even asking? you were here...

Lude: Oh no, you don't think it slipped down to...

TTL: Where?

Lude: *leans over and whispers*

TTL: *listens intently* OH THAT'S DISGUSTING!

Lude: You never know....

TTL: Well, I'm not getting it back from down there, someone else can go. More tea?

ALL: NO!

Lara: *rolling eyes skyward* Look, I hate to break this up, but we already have a lead, and it's not related to any tea, or body parts!

Lude: You sure? I could chop parts off, if they had to be... *swings broom handle around light-sabre style*

*DOX, LM and TRchik all duck nervously as the broom handle narrowly misses them.*

TTL: Carbonite! We'd have to freeze it in carbonite, or it'd go off before we got it home.

Lude:*nods sagely in agreement*

TTL: 'minds me of that time when we were in the war together...

Lude: The Clone War?

TTL: No, the other one...

Lude: Over Macho Grande?

TTL: No, I don't think we'll ever be over Macho Grande.

Lude: Not with my drinking problem... *goes to down a beer, and misses, soaking her forehead instead*

Lara: *sigh* *thinking quickly* Oh, erm, ....gracious me, err.... look out, ...Lude, the bakery's on fire! TTL, somebody's left the lid off the tea caddy.

Lude: AGH!!! *leaps off the sofa and belts out the front door*

TTL: Holy Mary Mother of God! *scrambles over the furniture in the direction of the kitchen*

Lara: *noticing a rather worried looking DK* Don't worry, no doughnuts were harmed in the telling of that fib...

Aqua: Is it safe now? *glances nervously around* So, to sum up, we're looking for an ex-Walton's all powerful mole?

Lara: Correct.

LM: Err, why? If it's all powerful, surely the last person we should be giving it to is an ex-Walton! Did no one learn from the re-runs on Channel 4?! *Looks around in desperation at a room full of blank faces*

Kitty: I thought YOU never gave things back anyway?

Donny: Yesss.... and what about that specially commissioned mole pedestal that's already set up in your trophy room?

Lara: I've warned you about sneaking about down there.

*Just then, having advanced the plot no further whatsoever because the author is trying to watch a Derren Brown DVD whilst typing..., the doorbell rings!*