The sun is shining and the weather is sweet. All is bright and merry in the tranquil coastal town of Legopolis. That is until LaToya King wakes up....
"Ooh Jeffrey," says the Riding School Queen, LaToya King. "I'd really love to come into a bit of money. Sometimes I get tired of all my cash going to keep these ruddy horses. Life ain't no fun as a stable manager."
"I know sweetie, life's a bitch ain't it? Don't worry pet, I'm sure some meaty hunk will whisk you off your feet any day now."
Just then, a swish car pulls up. It's none other than millionaire tycoon Mac MacMillian and his pretty wife, the lovely Milly.
"Hello there. My pretty wife, the lovely Milly MacMillian would very much like to ride one of your stallions for the day!"
"Wouldn't we all petal" murmurs Jeff, with a saucy wink.
Milly rides off, guided by the handsome stable lad Jeffrey.
"I like your moustache, handsome." cooes LaToya to MacMillian.
"Thank you dear, I made it myself. Worked here long have you?"
"You might say I've been around a bit yes. This is just a temporary thing though. One day I'll find my destiny." LaToya giggles. "Fancy popping down the 'Hungary Hog' tonight for a meal duckie?"
Later that day and across town at the Bargain Store, two old hags Judy and Cornelia are busy as usual, gossiping about the residents of Legopolis and waiting for customers.
"And then she said, he said, she said, I said...." cackles Judy.
"Well I never!" exclaims Cornelia as she sips her tea so daintily.
"ding ding!" goes the door as Jeffrey Stables the Stable Boy camps his way in.
"Afternoon chuck." says Judy.
"I've come for some horse bran," claims he.
"Well you've come to the right place! We sell everything here! It's all out the back so just ask for it if you can't see it." explains the bespectacled beauty.
"How's business then young Jeffrey? Have you managed to net yourself a nubile young wench yet?"
"Ooooh you know me ducky, you're the only nubile young wench I want. Ere, I was just talking to the boss, Mrs King. Business isn't good over at the Stables, another horse has gone missing."
"Well cover me with treacle and bake me for tea," says Cornelia. "Thank goodness for the prize Mare laddie. Without that well-tackled beauty, the business would indeed be up the shitter."
Darkness falls over Legopolis and over in the MacMillian's well appointed town house, Milly makes good with the preparations for the evening meal while Gladys MacMopp is sweeping away to her heart's content.
"The hiiiills are aliiiive with the sound of muussssiiiiccc!" she sings as she works.
"No dinner for me darling, I have to pop out and see Adrian the accountant. I'll be back before bedtime." says MacMillian, shiftily.
"Oh but darling I was making your favourite meal. Roast duck with stewed peaches!"
"Maybe I'll come back when Mrs Mopp has finished her cleaning and her tuneless singing." grumbles the MacGrump.
Meanwhile over at "The Hungry Hogg" restuarant, French master chef from France and ladies man Jaques Le Poisson is preparing another winning feast. "Oooh la la, zis is a most wanderful meal." says he.
"We're running out of specials!" reports Bob Anobb the willing waiter. "Your special of the day has gone down like a prossy's drawers tonight!"
"Ah, zis is tres fantastic!" mumbles Jaques. "Oh oui, oui! I shall get onto my special contact about another delivery of ze special meaty ingredients"...
A short while later and Bob the waiter is hard at work serving MacMillian and LaToya. He stops to chat to local lesbians and pillars of society Sandy and Melanie. Over on the next table, LaToya and MacM are hugamuggger in deep conversation.
"Jolly nice of you to invite me out for a meal." says MacMillan.
"I hope your wife didn't mind you being wined and dined by another lady, especially one with such a nice muff." says LaToya
"What the old horse doesn't know won't hurt her." whispers MacM.
"You're a man after my own heart darling," coos the horsey temptress as dessert is ordered. "I'm not a big eater so feel free to help out with my melons"
"oh corks!" mumbles MacMillian between mouthfuls...
After his jaunty trip to the local store, Jeffrey Stables returns to the LaToya King Horse School to feed Prize Mare her Bran.
"Soon have you fit as a champion." he thinks to himself as he makes his way up the path.
But gasp! When he gets to the stable, young Jeff is aghast to discover that the prize winning horse is no longer at home. Where can it be? Can someone have stolen the beauteous beast?
"ooh eck!" says Jeff. "I'm in trouble now!"
What has happened to LaToya's Prize Mare? Will the devious MacMillan's nocturnal dining fraternising be discovered? And will Jaques the French Chef be able to sustain demand for his meaty specials?
Visit Legopolis again soon to find out!
