On The Run
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14 October 1994 - ON THE RUN
My sweetster, female prisoner RF Fresker, has escaped from jail, and we're now on the run from the law.
We've holed-up in a massive novelty Photo Me booth. Our cover story is that we're a pair of hired joddlers, whose task it is to prepare the booth for the inevitable onrush of foreign animals.
15 October 1994 - ON THE RUN
It's no fun being on the run with my squeeze, female prisoner RF Fresker. I had no idea she'd been convicted for stealing masks from a joke shop.
Now all she wants to do is hijack "mask wagons" on the A1. It's ridiculous - most drivers are trained to bark really loud. My ears hurt!
17 October 1994 - ON THE RUN
RF Fresker has gone and piped me up like some human whistle. If I travel below 33mph, I'll blow. Hee hee!
So far I've managed to keep my speed up by writing short stories about motor racing. I'll never maintain the pace - Dr Splits is coming round to examine my "lion bar".
18 October 1994 - ON THE RUN
I'm running for my life! If my speed drops below a set speed, I blow up.
A crack policeman is attempting to defuse the bomb by hanging from my tum-tum, but boy, am I bushed.
I've been diverted towards the village green, where a squad of sailors have mysteriously gathered.
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