The Quest for Answers in End of Time Street
The Story So Far: the famous quartet, known internationally as The Fearless Four, Ralph Waldo Enderby, Edgar Allan Ponsonby, Olivia Wendell Howsyourfather and James Fenimore Drooper, together with their dog, Dierdre, were last seen entering the Boneyard of Messrs Scilly, Willy and Quilly, by appointment Knackers to HM The Queen of Heligoland, on the corner of Waltzing Way and Backwater Junction, just minutes before a terrible explosion rent the air for £30 a night excluding Breakfast, and have never been seen again; now, 75 years later, Detective Inspector Enn Crusted and Detective Sergeant Olive Major, of Old Scotland Yard are closing in on the dreadful secret hidden beneath the slime and grime of this grisly crime scene! will the daring detective duo solve this centuries-old mystery expunge the fiendish villains? will the burnt bones in a prehistoric sandwich take them closer to their quarry or by ambulance to St George's A&E with food poisoning? is Dierdre the Missing Link in the chain that leads from St Prendergast's ghastly and grisly grimace down through the centuries to Yesterday's Edinburgh Evening News Special on Infamous Scotch Pies and their Gristly Contents – if you have a delicate stomach and an irritable bowel, be warned: This Story Will Cause you Distress, but if you wish to further your knowledge of Espionage, see our latest in the series: Macramé Master-Spies and learn how Double Cross Stitch Fooled The Nasties, with a special supplement on Double Knitting and it's application in the Cool War Era: Read on. . . . .
suddenly, in the Stygian gloom of the New Moon, where they stood stock-still, like waxworks in a painting of Madame Tussaud's by Zeuxis, Detective Sergeant Major's telephone burped, loudly, like a gassy fart, but not too loudly, yet in the utter silence it sounded like a foghorn, and as Major wrestled with it, the howling gale tore it from her flailing fingers and sent it skittering across the cobbles like a calash bonnet caught in a gust of putrid wind, while an unearthly voice boomed out from it, in a strange, rather eerie, yet vaguely familiar voice: "ye are Doomed, Doomed, Thrice Doooooooomed!" to find out what happened next don't miss Episode 4 of this terrifyingly inane tale of squalor, depravity and utter nonsense.