I heard a sound the other day while tucking into my special Christmas lurkey with snotlumps (think deformed, wart-covered turkey-like beast with sprout-sized lumps of green snot on the side) kindly laid on by the monsters as a festive “treat”. Footsteps from the passage…
I picked up an overcooked schnozzlepap to defend myself should it turn out to be a Festering Humdungle again.
Imagine my surprise when I found this small urchin wandering the caves clutching a smart new Loon On The Moon poster. GO ON – IMAGINE IT!
To her delight I signed it and sent her on her way with a lukewarm snotlump. I hope she made it – I was sure I heard a festery, humdungly-ish snuffling and drooling as I went back to my feast….
Anyway, the whole episode made me think that perhaps I should offer up some posters and the like in a competition of sorts.
To that end I shall put together a goodie bag of Loontastic treats for someone to win early in the New Year. Full details to follow, but the package is likely to contain such delights as: a signed and framed poster, two different signed posters, a stack of postcards signed and dedicated to the peep of your choice, a Loon hardback book similarly signed and dedicated, an exclusive, handwritten copy of an unpublished poem, possibly a Zoom With A Boom t-shirt, maybe the first-ever CD recording of the Loon On The Moon song, perhaps an all-expenses paid trip to the moon, a talking seagull in a top hat and tails, an angry banana, the entire Pacific Ocean, Simon Cowell’s hair and last but not least a tiny ball of blue fluff that no-one can explain. (NB Not all of those are definitely true).
In any case, I shall firm up the details and get back to you soon. The book and associated stuff may be a bit young for you but it will be ideal for a smaller relative and give you MAJOR kudos in the eyes of your mumsicle and dadron.
Have an outstandingly fandinkydoodle New Year!
I’ll be back…
Chae

01/01/2011 at 10:38 am Permalink
Don’t do a competition. Just give them to meeeeeeee.
06/01/2011 at 12:06 am Permalink
Tell you what, Ali, I’ll keep the banana and the fluff aside just for you.
Don’t say I’m not good to you.