Please, please can I just go HOME now?!

Italics) WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*Lands on the ground.*

Phoebe) The transformers didn't help, then?

(Read the new blog by Gwithian. There's a link on Wombats Web.)

Italics) No.

Hope) We'll just have to get the plane, then.

Glory) I'm afraid of heights!!

Hope) Don't you ever stop complaining??

Phoebe) Hush you two.Now, we need to get money for the tickets.

Italics) Who said we needed tickets?! Or a plane in the first place?! You forget that I have a code that can pull us into any blog setting!!

Phoebe) Of course!! Enter it and lets go...

BLOG SURFING!!!!!!!!!!!

*Awkward silence.*

Italics) ANYWAY, Phoebe, hands on my shoulders, and hold tight. Gerbils, get in Phoebe's pockets.

*They do this. Italics enters a code on Phoebe's hand held computer.*

WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH!!!!!

*They appear to be flying through a world of computer data, with half finished sentences and blog titles floating randomly around them.*

Phoebe) *Shouting over the whooshing sound* WE NEED A BLOG IN CONNECTION WITH GERBILZZZZ!!!

Italics) *Also shouting* I KNOW, BUT IT CAN TAKE A WHILE TO-- AH HA!! BLOG BEAR!!!

Glory) LETS GO! I HAVE A HEADACHE!

Hope) I DON'T NORMALLY COMPLAIN BUT ME TOO!!

Italics) LETS GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO...........................

Italics) Will we get back to England?! Will we be able to jump links and get back to Phoebe's house?! I don't know, and neither does anyone else, but right now we are being sucked into the Blog Bear vortex!! WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

Action Stations!!

*The reporter and director are in a film camp. The reporter is doing something to the tape.*

Reporter) (To director) That's it. The tape is now ready to go.

Director) Good. This will be the scoop of the century. We'll be rich!!

Phoebe) (From bushes to Glory) Oh Lord. This had better work.

Hope) (Through) Walkie-talkie) Operation Moldy Kipper is underway! We are in position! How about you?

Glory) We're creeping towards position A. And don't call it Moldy Kipper!!

Hope) Sorry, sorry...

Phoebe) That dip in the sea really did the job for those walkie-talkies didn't it?!

Italics) It sure did!

Hope) We have reached position C!!

Ele) You can practically hear the James Bond music!!

*Pause*













*All look at Italics*

*He is holding a radio. Out of it is coming the distinct sound of 'Mission Impossible.'

Italics) Sorry guys, it was too tempting.

Phoebe) We have reached position A!!

Hope) Ok!!

All) GO GO GO!!!!


*Phoebe runs forward and rugby-tackles the director. What seems like the entire rodent population of Hawaii is streaming out of the bushes and onto the reporter. The tape flies out of his hand. It stays still on the ground for a few seconds before picking its self up and running for cover. There are about 15 mice under and around it carrying it. Ele, Hope and Glory have gone beserk. A cat comes running from a tent. It regrets it. Badly. The camera then starts running after the tape. The director is legging it across the beach. Very wise.*

Phoebe) We've done it!! Lets GO!!

*The whole thing has taken about 3 seconds. Everyone has vanished, leaving the reporter on the ground trying to work out what just happened.*

Italics) We did it! We did it!! I LOVE Hawaii!!!! *Does a strange victory dance* Oh YEAH!!!

I'm living in a hole, I havn't had a bath in days, and the only thing to eat are pinapples. I love Hawaii.

Phoebe) *Groan* How are we gonna get outa here?

Hope) You can probably go out. You're not a talking rodent whom people wanna cut up.

Phoebe) But they know I'm with you.

Hope) Good point.

Glory) Everyone settling in all right?

Phoebe) It's all right for you. You're used to living in a hole.

Italics) Yeah.

Hope) Look, where else could we go?!

Italics) A place without pineapples growing through the ceiling?

Hope and Glory) *Sigh*

Ele) Hey! Hows the hole? No more cave ins I hope!

All) No, no more cave ins.

Phoebe) This is Ele. She's an escaped gerbil who's living with some rabbits. Ele means black in Hawaii and guess what colour she is? White.

Ele) I'm black on the inside!

Phoebe) Other than Glory, you have to be the cuddliest gerbil I have ever seen.

Ele) You didn't know me when I was in captivity.

Hope) She has a point y'know.

Phoebe) No matter how long I live with them, I don't think I will ever get used to the weird ways their minds work.

Hope) Anyways, we need a plan. That reporter filmed us talking. We need to get the camra so he can't broadcast it tomorrow.

Glory) We have a plan, we just have to put it into action!!

Hope) That moldy kipper of an idea isn't a plan Glory!

Phoebe) Look this moldy kipper is the best chance we've got lets just do it!!

Carla) Whats this about moldy kippers?

Herbert) Moldy kippers?! They are disgusting!! We must get them out!!

Phoebe) Look, there are no moldy kippers.

Carla) But Hope said-

Phoebe) NEVER MIND!!!

Ele) I think the health agency should be called if there are moldy kippers about!!

Hope, Glory and Phoebe) *Groan*

Italics) Lets just go with the plan, what ever it smells like.

Phoebe) Ok, at first light we begin!!

Hope) Phoebe, it was first light hours ago.

Phoebe) Then lets go!!!!

Italics) Kippers? Plans? Confused?! I know I am!! Next thing you know, off cucumbers will be taking over the world!! You'd better watch this space or you'll miss the next post! Goodbye!