As you have seen on telly, I haven't got my hands on that Dec's nips shirt yet. But I say, he looks really hot in that shirt.
Later on, Ali called the Scotland Yard (oh you canny lass) and my girlfriend Anne-Marie had to pick me up from the nearest police station. The police really seems interested in my break-in plan though, and some of them even asked me for the autograph and a picture.
The following morning, I rose to fame (again) because I made it to the front page of every paper in England (again). Now everyone looked at me in a different perspective: not a drunk driver, not a TV presenter, not one half of the Ant & Dec but a skilled traceur. (That word means a person who takes part in the activity of parkour or free running. You can thank me later for the definition)
Maybe I really should quit being a TV presenter and start doing more parkour. I'll start with telling Dec about this.
What's the time? 11pm. Perfect! Now where's that ninja costume? Have you seen it anywhere, love?
Gotta run. Really need to tell Dec this urgent news. (Really hope I won't have to deal with those flirty policewomen again if Ali call the Scotland Yard)
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FanfictionUpdate: PLSS I WROTE THIS WHEN I WAS 12?!? im keeping it here cuz of the nostalgia lmfao *** Guess what happened in 2018? #Decsnips WENT TRENDING ON TWITTER! So this year I, Anthony David McPartlin, have decided to bring it back! But how hard is it...
