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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!*
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!*
