...if he had the time. 'Only if you have the money' replied the ever-jocular beagle. Just then, The Fleeg's current girlfriend, Jennifer Aniston arrived and announced......
"It's over. I'm going walkies with Marley." Fleegle stomped into the sunset and was never heard of again. The sexy Nawog looked at the assembled throng (thong??!) of pharmacy's finest and realised there was only one good enough to twang braces with, being of course...
Watford Gap and civilisation. At Newport Pagnell services Nawog stopped for a hitchhiker who turned out to be Fleegle's identical twin. Together they chugged up the M1 before realising they had forgotten...
...Fleegle. Together, they chugged back down the M1, where Fleegle was waiting patiently outside the shop which sells samosas. With both Fleegle and his identical twin now on board, Nawog headed north again, towards......
The Yellow Brick Road, the Theatre of Dreams, yes towards Old Trafford. As our gallant crew approached Matt Busby Way the excitement was intense, though why Fleegle had erected a tent in the confines of a Fiat Uno only Nikolai knew. Nawog stood in the Stretford End while Fleegle opened a stall and sold...
...Glasgow Rangers scarves to fans of the opposition. Sir Matt turned a few times in his grave but to no avail..the match was lost. Nawog and the Fleegles had no option but to head further north to the point of no return..Glasgow..where they......
...in a similar manner to RPSGB, who have been asleep for at least ten years. A new day dawned, so the Fleegles headed off for breakfast, leaving Nawog to account for the fact that....
he had scoffed all the taties, leaving the Fleegles only congealed globules of tepid porridge. Unsurprising they ate the lot, all the while remarking on how tasty Scottish cooking is. Fully revived our gallant crew packed the tent and continued on their journey, north towards...
An beagle le dearcadh
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