The monster munched his way through the disco until he chipped his sticks and couldn’t hula hoop to his favourite golden wonders any more. One crisp morning he got ready and shaked his head, for he had seen a pack of walkers frying the French! ‘McCoy!’ he cried. ‘Open the kettle, for there is a quaver passing over me for what I have just seen!’ McCoy went into the kitchen and prepared a cup, tea bag and spoon – you know, the usual nik naks. ‘Thank you McCoy’ said the monster munch. ‘Those squares have tato for brains, thinking those French were space raiders.’
James Sullivan addition:
This story, wotsits about? Monster munch got himself in a bit of a state. His head must have been full of frazzles. I wonder, were the teabags triangles or squares?