‘Wait!’
A man had appeared. A very manly sort of man. A manly sort of man with a manly coat that flapped out behind him. A manly sort of man with a manly coat that was holding a manly gun. A very large manly gun.
It was the sort of gun, with its size and shape, that would have had made Freud’s monocle pop out in sheer surprise. That is, of course, if the good psychologist had ever really taken to wearing monocles, which he never did. But if he had, and had been there at that moment in time, the monocle would have popped out. Probably. Possibly. Maybe.
The giant pepper pots’ eyestalks swiveled round, only to be greeted by a very broad and very cheesy grin from the very manly man. Their screeches stopped immediately, stymied by this man’s. Bela gasped in a womanly sort of way.
Oh, he did not sparkle like dear Edwood, or have the same chiseled perfection, but she was glad all the same to be rescued. But he would only be rewarded by a chaste kiss on the cheek, though nevertheless it was more than the two penguins would be getting. Bela had very sensitive teeth to the cold.
‘Captain Screwdriver!’ she exclaimed happily.
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