Bumsy resumed work on the rocket and fortunately hadn't been disturbed for a long time. The Teletubbies were at a table nearby eating tubby toast and bowls of tubby custard. The fat S.O.B.s soon finished and walked away with their dirty plates. When they were out of sight Bumsy went over to the machine and examined it,

and soon operated it. Out of the machine soared three pieces of toast. It made sounds somewhat like this as it exited the machine:Wheew! Wheew!Wheeew! and

ended in three Splat! sounds as it hit the table upon where the tubbies had just eaten.

"What kind of toast is this?" Bumsy muttered very quietly. It was a very strange type of toast. It looked like sliced pieces of gingerbread with icing on it in the shape

of a smiley face on it and it always made a splattering sound like something one could get from a sound effects generator on the internet whenever it hit something.

Normal toast, or real toast,for that matter, never does that. What was even stranger than that was the fact that the tubby toast seemed to change in quality from time

to time. The same thing could be said about the tubby custard. Sometimes the custard looked like yogurt, sometimes it looked like pudding. The most frequent

change was the color.

Bumsy then decided he would take the food and the machine down to one of the chemists and have it analyzed. He ran over to the teletubbies before they exited the

building to inform them of what he was going to do.

"Uh, guys, there's some problems with your machine, so I'm going to take it down to see if I can get it fixed."

"Ok," they said.

Then he delivered the food and the machine to a small group of chemists. After that he resumed working on the rocket again for what

might have been the 3rd or 4th time and then, remembering the tubby toast on the table, decided to give it a try.

He tasted it and- It was actually pretty good! But that was not much of a surprise. The teletubbies had machines they obviously did not create to do the work for them because they were too lazy to do anything on their own.

After a few hours of undisturbed work one of Bumsy's best chemists, Dr. Gold, came over to him with news.

''Uh,Sir, we've analysed that-that-tubby toast stuff and we still can't find out what it's made of," he said. "And we still don't know what causes that splatter sound it

made when it hit the counter, it's one of the strangest things we've ever seen. We've also apllied one of the mechanics to the machine and were having just as much

trouble with that."

Bumsy rubbed his chin in thought as he tried to remember what he wanted to ask the chemist about. "What's to say about the tubby custard?" he inquired.

"Oh, that stuff? That was just some yogurt mix with some with some food coloring, some alchahol, and a good sized portion of drugs like heroin and meth."

"It figures," Bumsy groaned.

It made perfect sense. The tubby custard was the only thing made by the tubbies, and their cooking skills were very primitive. He remembered when Tinky Winky

put banannas and Reeses cups in a blender to "see what it would taste like" as Tinky Winky put it in his own words. Then he remebered with a certain degree of

discomfort the time after they had all watched a war movie full of bombings and gas tank explosions. Once they knew how such things were done they tried to

emulate the deeds by putting a load of firecrackers next to a can of toxic waste after putting a plate full of hot dogs next to it because cooking them on a stove

"took too long'' as they had all said. Then Bumsy came out of this uncomfortable reverie and began speaking to Dr.Gold about a different subject.

"Boy, I'm glad we all combined our wits to make that intelligence serum. Before that they could say little more than sounds like 'Eh-Oh' and use some horribly

broken english. Now they can talk in complete sentences, they're toilet trained, and they can clean up messes! Well, they can,but they just don't want to.

They've improved in a lot of ways but they could get better.They've still got a lot to learn."

Just then dissonant sounds of drunken laughter and all other sorts of other drunken behavior filled resonated throughout the corridors. The teletubbies were back.

"Hurry, get back to the rocket, they're coming back," Dr. Gold advised.

Bumsy hastened over and sat down by the rocket as the teletubbies thundered into the room.

End of Chapter 3. Chapter 4 coming soon!