spangle tale

Although she wasnt actually present during the transeuropean party conspiracy, its events have had a profound effect on Kate Spanglepants...the following is her dream rendition of the saga.
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Olive Lovespangle sat in her bedroom combing her shiny blonde hair. Tonight it was the party of the year. Something her and her flatmate, Bec had been looking forward to for weeks. Her work pals were coming too, she
was really pleased as she hadn't been working there very long and was looking forward to getting to know them better. One girl in particular, Mir Cat, as she was know to her friends, particularly intrigued Olive. She was a confident girl, 26, so older than Olive, but the age difference
didn't really bother her. Mir Cat had promised Olive that she would bring some eligible men with her, so she was making a special effort tonight, just in case she striked it lucky.

8.00 went by and 9.00 approached. The small flat in Twickenham was
beginning to fill up. Just as well they didn't have any furniture as yet otherwise no-one would fit in. Olive opened her third bottle of Becks. Just as she was doing so, Mir arrived. It was obvious that she had already had a few, she had in her hand a nearly empty bottle of Aftershock - the drink that everyone was talking about. Mir really was a cool chick.

Olive and Mir went into the kitchen and finished off the Aftershock together. Just then they heard the doorbell. Bec scooted off to answer it.
They heard a squeal. "It must be Slut Boy and Jay," said Mir, they always get that kind of
reaction. Wow, thought Olive, that's the guy she was telling me about.Slut Boy's a funny name though, he must have strange parents.

Then into the room the two lads came. Slut Boy was bouncing like a puppy dog and was wearing a silver body-warmer - he looked like he'd arrived from a faraway planet. John could only be described as skipping and had a spangly, shiny top. Mir ran over to them and gave them both a big hug.
They must all be really good friends, thought Olive. I'd love to be mates with them, wouldn't it be fun if there were four of us - we'd all get on so well.

Mir came over and introduced Olive to the boys. Slut Boy was a real looker and gave Olive a kiss on the lips. John flung his arms around her and then around Mir and Slut Boy. What an affection group thought Olive.

For the rest of the evening the four of them spent time together. Sharing drinks, dancing, kissing eachother affectionately. Mir was getting more and more drunk and started kissing Slut Boy quite passionately. Maybe there was something between them? But no, no sooner had this happened that
they were off with other people dancing etc. What a wonderful friendship these people must have, thought Olive.

At about 2.30 am, Olive decided that she'd better chuck Mir out. She was beginning to fall asleep on her bed, and yes she liked the girl, but would prefer to have a man in her bed. Mir didn't seem to notice as she was being bundled out into the street and into a waiting cab outside. She'd
also had to remove Slut Boy from her bedroom a few times. It was funny, but each time he'd been 'talking' to a different girl. What a sociable fellow, he must definitely be in touch with his feminine side to have so
many female friends. As for Jay, he had been bouncing around all night making friends with the entire party and he had such wonderful stories to
tell! To top it all, all three of them loved her voul-a-vents. Slut Boy had even crammed three of them into his mouth to prove it.

The party carried on into the night and everyone had a good time. Olive fell asleep thinking about her new three pals. She couldn't wait to see them all again.

It would be another few weeks before Olive would see her new friends again.
She had broached the subject with Mir Cat but she seemed vague on when they would all meet again. In fact, lately Mir Cat had been acting very strangely. Somewhat distant at work, instead of happily chatting away, she
was constantly tapping away on her keyboard. Answering very abruptly when anyone talked to her, and rushing away at 5.30 pm precisely. This wasn't particularly unusual at The IDM, after all, everyone hated it there, but Olive could see Mir silently counting down the seconds on the minature clock
on the right hand side of her computer screen.

One Friday afternoon Olive received an email from Jay addressed to both her
and Mir - he had got her address from Mir, strange thought Olive I wonder why she hadnt' mentioned it. Jay had invited Olive to a party. He admitted that he didn't know the host very well, his name was Danny Elkin and he had
met him a week earlier at a bar in Soho. But all seemed fine and dandy. Slut Boy and Mir were going and Olive really wanted to see them all again. The party was on Saturday night. Olive must have something new to wear. Mir came
bouncing over suddenly full of life again. Let's go shopping she said and Olive agreed.

That Saturday Mir and Olive spent the day together, wandering round the shops in Richmond. They had lunch and chatted about the evening ahead. It
really felt like they were bonding. Mir said she would meet Olive at Ealing Train Station at 8.30, which was where Slut Boy and Jay would be.

8.30 arrived and Olive was duly waiting at the station. Mir still hadn't arrived at 9.00 and Olive was beginning to worry. Jay turned up at around 9.15 and explained that he had told Slut Boy 3.30 pm so he was bound to arrive pretty soon. Mir finally showed her face at 9.30 looking out of breath.

'It was Danny', she said to John, 'you know what he's like, I couldnt' get him of the phone. He's reallly looking forward to meeting you Olive.'

How nice, thought Olive.

3 days later Slut Boy arrived at the station, the others were about to go without him but had decided to give him 5 more minutes. They had tried him on his phone but just couldn't get through.

The party was about 10 minutes from the station, and it was by now in full swing. It was now Tuesday evening. Not that anyone cared, what were jobs when you had friends like this? Olive had never thought like this before,
but her new friends were beginning to have a strong effect on her.

'You're just going to love Danny,' squealed Jay. 'Since first meeting him,my life's changed completely - I've now got a full wardrobe of Hawaiin shirts.'

Olive wasn't sure that she wanted to swap her wardrobe for Hawaiin shirts - she had noticed that both times she'd met Slut Boy he'd been wearing his, in fact it was beginning to look rather mouldy. In fact, now she'd come to
think of it, Mir had a Hawaiin pattern on her skirt. Something struck her as a bit strange in all of this. It was beginning to make her feel quite uncomfortable. Hawaiin patterns just wouldn't match her blonde hair.

Slut Boy pushed the doorbell, now there was no turning back. A small blonde fellow opened the door with a huge grin on this face. He was wearing a pink and blue Hawaiin shirt.

'Slut Boy! Jay! Mir! And you must be Olive! So good to meet you at last, I've heard so much about you!! And where's Flat Eric?'

'He's coming along later, replied Slut Boy, 'He couldn't decide what shirt to wear and I was late already - I've left him my car so he probably be here soon.'

Flat Eric, thought Olive, it can't be. Isn't he a yellow puppet with a
fettish for jeans and fizzy drinks? Maybe it's just a nickname. She didn't want to pursue this as it might bring up even weirder goings on than she
could deal with.

'I'm Danny, welcome to my family, come on in, there's cocktails waiting for you all - and Olive, I've got special surprise for you.' As he grinned, his
eyes seemed to flash red, but no, it must be Olive's imagination. She
shouldn't have had that Aftershock shot before she left this evening.

The four of them entered into Danny's house, Mir had begun to giggle uncontrollably and Slut Boy had begun dancing in the middle of the living room with other Hawaiin shirted people. Jay had raced to the kitchen to find the cocktails. It left just her and Danny.

'Would you like to come and find your surprise Olive? I've been putting it together for two weeks now. I knew you'd come eventually, my family always bring the most delightful people to meet me. I'd very much like you to be
one of our family Olive.'

'I'd like to grab a drink first if you don't mind,' she stuttered. She
managed to slip past Danny and made her way into the kitchen hoping to find Mir. She glanced into the living room as she made he way, catching a glimpse
of Slut Boy breakdancing with a yellow puppet. Flat Eric must have arrived she thought.

She entered the kitchen to find Jay preaching to a group of 5 people. Mir was holding his microphone steady as his hands swayed in the air, he seemed
to be calling for magpies. One girl in particular seemed to be crying uncontrollably, but she couldn't quite place her because mascara had stained
her face and made her skin blotchy and swollen. She looked really familiar,yes that's right, it was that girl called Laura from Marketing at The IDM.
She kept opening her mouth trying to sing.

'Shut Up!' Shrieked Mir, 'I will not have another rendition of Summer Time.'

Olive grabbed the nearest drink and drank it down in one. What on earth had she uncovered here? Mir looked over and smiled at Olive.

'Don't worry,' she said, 'It's always weird the first time,' You'll see what a loving, affectionate crowd we can be later on.'

Olive poured herself another drink, she was in for a very long night.

Upstairs in the front bedroom Danny was preparing his surprise. He had nearly finished embroidering the hawaiin tree on the red pair or socks he
had knitted for Olive. He liked his children to have different types of clothing from eachother, it gave them their individuality.

Unfortunately for Olive, she was one of his last disciples before the day of reckoning, so between a choice of socks and Y-Fronts he had decided to go for the former. When he had managed to get the socks on to her, he would
glue them on, therefore sealing her fate. He was yet to secure Jay's and Emma's Hawaiin items of clothing on them. They had somehow managed to wriggle away when he had got out his tube of glue. But Slut Boy had been so taken with his stories of Marketing success that he had stuck his shirt on
well and truly without Slut Boy even uttering a word. In fact, Slut Boy hadn't mentioned it since. Maybe he hadn't even tried to remove the shirt in
the past three weeks.

Flat Eric had been easy - Danny had simply offered to buy him a new pair of sneakers. Flat Eric was so taken aback with his generosity that he was
willing to put aside his trendy image for once and wear the hawaiin
patterned shoes that Danny had painted onto a pair of cheap Tesco replica Nikes.

And as for Laura, she was the easiest of all. Danny had set up one of his disciples Thomas to lavish her with affection. Knowing that she would lap it
up, Thomas was told to give her a Hawaiin polyester scarf and ask her to wear it always around her neck, like a brownie scarf with a woggle, to keep it in place.

Danny smiled, with his second in command, Keeley's help, this could all end tonight. He was getting weary, and he knew that all good things had to come to an end. If he could just stick them all together with this flammable
glue, they could all leave this earth and live on his hawaiin island in the sky. He pushed the socks down the front of his trousers and went down to
join the party.

Mr was at the bottom of the stairs, 'My, my Danny, is that a pair of socks in your trousers or are you just pleased to see me?' She had that look in her eye. But Danny couldn't stop, he was on a mission, her eyes always
hypnotised him though, well okay then, maybe. It was too late, their eyes had met. Maybe Danny could use this to his advantage. He felt the pocket in
his shirt. Yes, the tube of glue was there. Danny took Mir's hand and led her upstairs.

Meanwhile Keeley came in from the garden into the kitchen. She had been pruning the palm trees at the end of the garden. She'd got so involved that she'd forgotten they were having a party. She felt her trouser pocket. Yes,
the tube of glue was there, she had been told by Danny that Jay needed sticking. So a sticking he would get!

'... Summertime and the living is easy ...'

'Shut the fuck up,' squealed Keeley. She looked across the kitchen and saw Jay with his hands waving rapidy in the air. His hawaiin shirt was flapping
loosely in the wind. Keely sauntered over.

'Jay, I've got some magpies upstairs. They've been storing shiny things in their nests, do you want to see?'

Jay's eyes lit up, he followed Keeley upstairs leaving Olive in the kitchen about to fill her glass with more Aftershock.

Noticing that the party was rapidly disappearing upstairs, Olive wandered into the living room. There were about 5 more people in here dancing away
with Slut Boy and Flat Eric. Slut Boy's shirt had begun to congeal on his body but he didn't seem to notice as he acted out his new line dancing routine. Bite marks had appeared on his neck and some purple bruising was emerging at a rapid rate. One girl called Camilla had something red dripping
from her mouth, maybe she had come in fancy dress as a vampire?

Slut Boy saw Olive in the corner of the room and beckoned her over.

'Where are Jay and Mir?' he asked while kicking his heel and slapping his thigh. 'I don't know where Mir's gone, but Jay's studying magpies with Keeley
upstairs.' 'Slut Boy - have you looked at yourself in the mirror? Your shirt, it's stuck to your body, and you've got bruises all over you.' 'Ah? What?' Slut Boy looked confused and dazed. He looked down at himself and screamed. He hadn't noticed his shirt in weeks. Everytime he had gone to change it, he'd lost concentration and gone to do something else. Now it
looked like it was too late.

'Come upstairs,' said Olive, 'Let's see if we can get this off you.'

Meanwhile upstairs, glue guns had been drawn. Jay had been held up against the wall - Keeley was holding the gun to his head. Mir was in the front bedroom wrestling with Danny who was trying his hardest to squirt the glue
up her skirt.

Olive took Slut Boy into the bathroom to examine the shirt. The glue had turned a rank grey colour and was beginning to smell of bad eggs. Olive held her nose and began picking at the shirt. It wasn't coming away from the
skin. Slut Boy's eyes filled with tears. Was the shirt stuck to him
forever? How would he ever get his marketing agency career of the ground now? No-one would want him like this. Maybe he'd have to become a creative!!

'Keep calm, let me think' said Olive. She thought back to the days when she was a little girl and used to watch Blue Peter. What happened when they got glue stuck to their fingers. What did they do? She looked at Slut Boy. Jump
into bed? No, that wasn't it. Snog? No, that wouldn't help. Then it came to her. They must all emerge themselves in warm water and fairy liquid before
it was too late!

Olive rushed downstairs and turned the taps on full. She shut all doors and windows and turned on the washing machine and dish washer leaving the doors
open. She rushed upstairs and did the same. Soon the house was slowly
filling with warm soapy water.

Gradually the whole house was emmersed in water. Danny and Keeley shrieked as they saw the water seeping through the bedroom doors.

'No!' Shouted Danny, 'Yes!' shouted Mir. 'Summertime!' shouted Laura. 'Shut Up' Shrieked the entire house.

Mir managed to kick Danny in the nuts as he turned to look at the water. He screamed and fell to the floor, sinking into the soapy water. Mir ran from the room. Jay had managed to grab Keeley by the neck and flung her out of
the window. He also made his escape.

Slut Boy was floating in the water, the shirt was gradually coming away from his body. Olive rubbed and rubbed until it came away completely.

'Run!!!' She shouted. They all tore down the stairs and opened the front door. Water poured out on to the streets. The four friends ran to the end of
the road and collapsed on someone's front lawn. The nightmare was over.

The following day the paper reported that two young girls and a yellow puppet had been found dead in a house in Ealing. The police weren't treating
it as suspcious, it looked like a glue sniffing party that had got out of hand. They had released a photofit of a young man dressed in a hawaiin shirt and blonde hair seen leaving the house in the early hours of the
morning.....

THE END!


The Spangle spin on the party Although she wasnt actually present during the transeuropean party conspiracy, its events have had a profound effect on Kate Spanglepants...the following is her dream rendition of the saga. **************************** Olive Lovespangle sat in her bedroom combing her shiny blonde hair. Tonight it was the party of the year. Something her and her flatmate, Bec had been looking forward to for weeks. Her work pals were coming too, she was really pleased as she hadn't been working there very long and was looking forward to getting to know them better. One girl in particular, Mir Cat, as she was know to her friends, particularly intrigued Olive. She was a confident girl, 26, so older than Olive, but the age difference didn't really bother her. Mir Cat had promised Olive that she would bring some eligible men with her, so she was making a special effort tonight, just in case she striked it lucky. 8.00 went by and 9.00 approached. The small flat in Twickenham was beginning to fill up. Just as well they didn't have any furniture as yet otherwise no-one would fit in. Olive opened her third bottle of Becks. Just as she was doing so, Mir arrived. It was obvious that she had already had a few, she had in her hand a nearly empty bottle of Aftershock - the drink that everyone was talking about. Mir really was a cool chick. Olive and Mir went into the kitchen and finished off the Aftershock together. Just then they heard the doorbell. Bec scooted off to answer it. They heard a squeal. "It must be Slut Boy and Jay," said Mir, they always get that kind of reaction. Wow, thought Olive, that's the guy she was telling me about.Slut Boy's a funny name though, he must have strange parents. Then into the room the two lads came. Slut Boy was bouncing like a puppy dog and was wearing a silver body-warmer - he looked like he'd arrived from a faraway planet. John could only be described as skipping and had a spangly, shiny top. Mir ran over to them and gave them both a big hug. They must all be really good friends, thought Olive. I'd love to be mates with them, wouldn't it be fun if there were four of us - we'd all get on so well. Mir came over and introduced Olive to the boys. Slut Boy was a real looker and gave Olive a kiss on the lips. John flung his arms around her and then around Mir and Slut Boy. What an affection group thought Olive. For the rest of the evening the four of them spent time together. Sharing drinks, dancing, kissing eachother affectionately. Mir was getting more and more drunk and started kissing Slut Boy quite passionately. Maybe there was something between them? But no, no sooner had this happened that they were off with other people dancing etc. What a wonderful friendship these people must have, thought Olive. At about 2.30 am, Olive decided that she'd better chuck Mir out. She was beginning to fall asleep on her bed, and yes she liked the girl, but would prefer to have a man in her bed. Mir didn't seem to notice as she was being bundled out into the street and into a waiting cab outside. She'd also had to remove Slut Boy from her bedroom a few times. It was funny, but each time he'd been 'talking' to a different girl. What a sociable fellow, he must definitely be in touch with his feminine side to have so many female friends. As for Jay, he had been bouncing around all night making friends with the entire party and he had such wonderful stories to tell! To top it all, all three of them loved her voul-a-vents. Slut Boy had even crammed three of them into his mouth to prove it. The party carried on into the night and everyone had a good time. Olive fell asleep thinking about her new three pals. She couldn't wait to see them all again. It would be another few weeks before Olive would see her new friends again. She had broached the subject with Mir Cat but she seemed vague on when they would all meet again. In fact, lately Mir Cat had been acting very strangely. Somewhat distant at work, instead of happily chatting away, she was constantly tapping away on her keyboard. Answering very abruptly when anyone talked to her, and rushing away at 5.30 pm precisely. This wasn't particularly unusual at The IDM, after all, everyone hated it there, but Olive could see Mir silently counting down the seconds on the minature clock on the right hand side of her computer screen. One Friday afternoon Olive received an email from Jay addressed to both her and Mir - he had got her address from Mir, strange thought Olive I wonder why she hadnt' mentioned it. Jay had invited Olive to a party. He admitted that he didn't know the host very well, his name was Danny Elkin and he had met him a week earlier at a bar in Soho. But all seemed fine and dandy. Slut Boy and Mir were going and Olive really wanted to see them all again. The party was on Saturday night. Olive must have something new to wear. Mir came bouncing over suddenly full of life again. Let's go shopping she said and Olive agreed. That Saturday Mir and Olive spent the day together, wandering round the shops in Richmond. They had lunch and chatted about the evening ahead. It really felt like they were bonding. Mir said she would meet Olive at Ealing Train Station at 8.30, which was where Slut Boy and Jay would be. 8.30 arrived and Olive was duly waiting at the station. Mir still hadn't arrived at 9.00 and Olive was beginning to worry. Jay turned up at around 9.15 and explained that he had told Slut Boy 3.30 pm so he was bound to arrive pretty soon. Mir finally showed her face at 9.30 looking out of breath. 'It was Danny', she said to John, 'you know what he's like, I couldnt' get him of the phone. He's reallly looking forward to meeting you Olive.' How nice, thought Olive. 3 days later Slut Boy arrived at the station, the others were about to go without him but had decided to give him 5 more minutes. They had tried him on his phone but just couldn't get through. The party was about 10 minutes from the station, and it was by now in full swing. It was now Tuesday evening. Not that anyone cared, what were jobs when you had friends like this? Olive had never thought like this before, but her new friends were beginning to have a strong effect on her. 'You're just going to love Danny,' squealed Jay. 'Since first meeting him,my life's changed completely - I've now got a full wardrobe of Hawaiin shirts.' Olive wasn't sure that she wanted to swap her wardrobe for Hawaiin shirts - she had noticed that both times she'd met Slut Boy he'd been wearing his, in fact it was beginning to look rather mouldy. In fact, now she'd come to think of it, Mir had a Hawaiin pattern on her skirt. Something struck her as a bit strange in all of this. It was beginning to make her feel quite uncomfortable. Hawaiin patterns just wouldn't match her blonde hair. Slut Boy pushed the doorbell, now there was no turning back. A small blonde fellow opened the door with a huge grin on this face. He was wearing a pink and blue Hawaiin shirt. 'Slut Boy! Jay! Mir! And you must be Olive! So good to meet you at last, I've heard so much about you!! And where's Flat Eric?' 'He's coming along later, replied Slut Boy, 'He couldn't decide what shirt to wear and I was late already - I've left him my car so he probably be here soon.' Flat Eric, thought Olive, it can't be. Isn't he a yellow puppet with a fettish for jeans and fizzy drinks? Maybe it's just a nickname. She didn't want to pursue this as it might bring up even weirder goings on than she could deal with. 'I'm Danny, welcome to my family, come on in, there's cocktails waiting for you all - and Olive, I've got special surprise for you.' As he grinned, his eyes seemed to flash red, but no, it must be Olive's imagination. She shouldn't have had that Aftershock shot before she left this evening. The four of them entered into Danny's house, Mir had begun to giggle uncontrollably and Slut Boy had begun dancing in the middle of the living room with other Hawaiin shirted people. Jay had raced to the kitchen to find the cocktails. It left just her and Danny. 'Would you like to come and find your surprise Olive? I've been putting it together for two weeks now. I knew you'd come eventually, my family always bring the most delightful people to meet me. I'd very much like you to be one of our family Olive.' 'I'd like to grab a drink first if you don't mind,' she stuttered. She managed to slip past Danny and made her way into the kitchen hoping to find Mir. She glanced into the living room as she made he way, catching a glimpse of Slut Boy breakdancing with a yellow puppet. Flat Eric must have arrived she thought. She entered the kitchen to find Jay preaching to a group of 5 people. Mir was holding his microphone steady as his hands swayed in the air, he seemed to be calling for magpies. One girl in particular seemed to be crying uncontrollably, but she couldn't quite place her because mascara had stained her face and made her skin blotchy and swollen. She looked really familiar,yes that's right, it was that girl called Laura from Marketing at The IDM. She kept opening her mouth trying to sing. 'Shut Up!' Shrieked Mir, 'I will not have another rendition of Summer Time.' Olive grabbed the nearest drink and drank it down in one. What on earth had she uncovered here? Mir looked over and smiled at Olive. 'Don't worry,' she said, 'It's always weird the first time,' You'll see what a loving, affectionate crowd we can be later on.' Olive poured herself another drink, she was in for a very long night. Upstairs in the front bedroom Danny was preparing his surprise. He had nearly finished embroidering the hawaiin tree on the red pair or socks he had knitted for Olive. He liked his children to have different types of clothing from eachother, it gave them their individuality. Unfortunately for Olive, she was one of his last disciples before the day of reckoning, so between a choice of socks and Y-Fronts he had decided to go for the former. When he had managed to get the socks on to her, he would glue them on, therefore sealing her fate. He was yet to secure Jay's and Emma's Hawaiin items of clothing on them. They had somehow managed to wriggle away when he had got out his tube of glue. But Slut Boy had been so taken with his stories of Marketing success that he had stuck his shirt on well and truly without Slut Boy even uttering a word. In fact, Slut Boy hadn't mentioned it since. Maybe he hadn't even tried to remove the shirt in the past three weeks. Flat Eric had been easy - Danny had simply offered to buy him a new pair of sneakers. Flat Eric was so taken aback with his generosity that he was willing to put aside his trendy image for once and wear the hawaiin patterned shoes that Danny had painted onto a pair of cheap Tesco replica Nikes. And as for Laura, she was the easiest of all. Danny had set up one of his disciples Thomas to lavish her with affection. Knowing that she would lap it up, Thomas was told to give her a Hawaiin polyester scarf and ask her to wear it always around her neck, like a brownie scarf with a woggle, to keep it in place. Danny smiled, with his second in command, Keeley's help, this could all end tonight. He was getting weary, and he knew that all good things had to come to an end. If he could just stick them all together with this flammable glue, they could all leave this earth and live on his hawaiin island in the sky. He pushed the socks down the front of his trousers and went down to join the party. Mr was at the bottom of the stairs, 'My, my Danny, is that a pair of socks in your trousers or are you just pleased to see me?' She had that look in her eye. But Danny couldn't stop, he was on a mission, her eyes always hypnotised him though, well okay then, maybe. It was too late, their eyes had met. Maybe Danny could use this to his advantage. He felt the pocket in his shirt. Yes, the tube of glue was there. Danny took Mir's hand and led her upstairs. Meanwhile Keeley came in from the garden into the kitchen. She had been pruning the palm trees at the end of the garden. She'd got so involved that she'd forgotten they were having a party. She felt her trouser pocket. Yes, the tube of glue was there, she had been told by Danny that Jay needed sticking. So a sticking he would get! '... Summertime and the living is easy ...' 'Shut the fuck up,' squealed Keeley. She looked across the kitchen and saw Jay with his hands waving rapidy in the air. His hawaiin shirt was flapping loosely in the wind. Keely sauntered over. 'Jay, I've got some magpies upstairs. They've been storing shiny things in their nests, do you want to see?' Jay's eyes lit up, he followed Keeley upstairs leaving Olive in the kitchen about to fill her glass with more Aftershock. Noticing that the party was rapidly disappearing upstairs, Olive wandered into the living room. There were about 5 more people in here dancing away with Slut Boy and Flat Eric. Slut Boy's shirt had begun to congeal on his body but he didn't seem to notice as he acted out his new line dancing routine. Bite marks had appeared on his neck and some purple bruising was emerging at a rapid rate. One girl called Camilla had something red dripping from her mouth, maybe she had come in fancy dress as a vampire? Slut Boy saw Olive in the corner of the room and beckoned her over. 'Where are Jay and Mir?' he asked while kicking his heel and slapping his thigh. 'I don't know where Mir's gone, but Jay's studying magpies with Keeley upstairs.' 'Slut Boy - have you looked at yourself in the mirror? Your shirt, it's stuck to your body, and you've got bruises all over you.' 'Ah? What?' Slut Boy looked confused and dazed. He looked down at himself and screamed. He hadn't noticed his shirt in weeks. Everytime he had gone to change it, he'd lost concentration and gone to do something else. Now it looked like it was too late. 'Come upstairs,' said Olive, 'Let's see if we can get this off you.' Meanwhile upstairs, glue guns had been drawn. Jay had been held up against the wall - Keeley was holding the gun to his head. Mir was in the front bedroom wrestling with Danny who was trying his hardest to squirt the glue up her skirt. Olive took Slut Boy into the bathroom to examine the shirt. The glue had turned a rank grey colour and was beginning to smell of bad eggs. Olive held her nose and began picking at the shirt. It wasn't coming away from the skin. Slut Boy's eyes filled with tears. Was the shirt stuck to him forever? How would he ever get his marketing agency career of the ground now? No-one would want him like this. Maybe he'd have to become a creative!! 'Keep calm, let me think' said Olive. She thought back to the days when she was a little girl and used to watch Blue Peter. What happened when they got glue stuck to their fingers. What did they do? She looked at Slut Boy. Jump into bed? No, that wasn't it. Snog? No, that wouldn't help. Then it came to her. They must all emerge themselves in warm water and fairy liquid before it was too late! Olive rushed downstairs and turned the taps on full. She shut all doors and windows and turned on the washing machine and dish washer leaving the doors open. She rushed upstairs and did the same. Soon the house was slowly filling with warm soapy water. Gradually the whole house was emmersed in water. Danny and Keeley shrieked as they saw the water seeping through the bedroom doors. 'No!' Shouted Danny, 'Yes!' shouted Mir. 'Summertime!' shouted Laura. 'Shut Up' Shrieked the entire house. Mir managed to kick Danny in the nuts as he turned to look at the water. He screamed and fell to the floor, sinking into the soapy water. Mir ran from the room. Jay had managed to grab Keeley by the neck and flung her out of the window. He also made his escape. Slut Boy was floating in the water, the shirt was gradually coming away from his body. Olive rubbed and rubbed until it came away completely. 'Run!!!' She shouted. They all tore down the stairs and opened the front door. Water poured out on to the streets. The four friends ran to the end of the road and collapsed on someone's front lawn. The nightmare was over. The following day the paper reported that two young girls and a yellow puppet had been found dead in a house in Ealing. The police weren't treating it as suspcious, it looked like a glue sniffing party that had got out of hand. They had released a photofit of a young man dressed in a hawaiin shirt and blonde hair seen leaving the house in the early hours of the morning..... THE END!




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