It's just never what it was of stars and suns

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“Weee wish yoooooo a merry Eeeesterr, weee wish yoooooo a merry Eeeesterr, weee wish yoooo a merry Eeeesterr, and a happyyyyyyyy Honnooookar!”     

  “It isn’t Easter, you incompetent bungler” Pedro sighed.  George frowned and threw the bottle of rum at the termite; however Pedro ducked from the glistening bottle allowing it to make a beeline for Fitzwilliam Darby, who let out a petrifying yelp.  “Aha, I win!  Remove that Anorak, Randall!” Sebastian cried.  Randall the Beetle scowled and slipped off the anorak, tossing it into the large pile in front of him.

  “I feel rather bare without my anorak” the beetle announced, eyeing the pinstriped red and blue fabric.  “Yes, well I feel rather bare without my trousers on, but as Neddie Kelly once said, Such is Life” Pedro exclaimed as Mr Rhino pulled the bowtie away from his neck.  Sebastian rolled his eyes, and placed down his card- a king of spades.

  “SNAP!!!

  The arm of a beetle reached forward to collect the pile of cards he had just won.  George scowled as the remaining animals pulled of random items of clothing- socks, suspenders, a purple hat complete with a stuffed llama on top, and top part of a glittering yellow and green bikini from Sebastian.

  “I’m afraid I must pull out of the game my dear fellows, as it appears I am out of clothing items” Pedro explained, throwing his pile of Spongebob Squarepants cards to the side.  “Pity” Mr Rhino said. 

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A half hour and two piles of clothing later, Sebastian, George, Randall and Mr Rhino heard a scream with the ability to rival that of a small child being told that there really was no Santa Claus- which is absolute bullocks, seeing as there is no-one as real as the great Father Christmas himself.

  “By George, what was that?” Mr Rhino asked.  As if out of thin air, a terribly distraught Pedro appeared, running as fast as his pathetic little termite legs could possibly carry him.  “Good golly Pedro, whatever is the matter?” Sebastian asked.  Pedro sniffed. 

  “My bright yellow Lamborghini… it’s… it’s been…”

  “For the love of the great Lord Armadillo, spit it out you fool.”

  “It has been STOLEN!!!

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