Episode 11

          Previously on Legopolis... innocent and wild Police Officer Tommy Jean Temple has unwittingly brought a bomb into the cop shop, while the Gents of Legopolis are all at sea on a mission to slay a fishy fiend. Meanwhile Gypsy Jane prepares to detonate her device...

 But what's this? In the nick of time, two friendly old biddy's happen by and hail the behatted loon in the tree.

"Stop in the name of love! Before you break our hearts! What are you doing up their you luckless wench?"

Before Gyp can utter a contrivance, the wily dames have lured her down for a soothing chat and some carefree sex. Thank goodness for that, Legopolis is saved!

The very next day, Mrs Mopp is heading off on her high horse to reveal to her employers that the tables have topped, the worm has turned and the pants have come tumbling down. She is as rich as nine pence. No longer will she scrub their pans and polish their bog.

"I'm richer than you or your fancy family!" she mugs at her former-paymasters.

"It's not going to change me," she notes. "Now get on your knees and clean this floor till it shines like the top of the Chrisler Building! Follow that you bitches!"

Not for the first time that morning, LaToya prepares to get down on her knees and scrub for her keep.

"Very well you sour faced old crone, but I swear to you this, you may have the most money at this moment in time, but the takings of the Horsey wedding will barter me back my wealth!"

"But where are they?" sighs a nation.

 The takings are currently out at sea having a whizzo time on the waves with the Shark Hunting Extravaganza. 

"Steady she goes!" cries Commodore 64 as the good ship Trudy Goodwin cuts it's way through the murky depths of the Quilted Pattern Sea.

"Ay, shiver me timbers, a bottle 'o rum and a merry fine sea shanty me hearties!" coos Jock McHook, the mad-as-cheese Captain of the vessel.

But unbeknownst to the crew, while they've been watching ahead their prey has crept up on them and prepares to take Trudy Goodwin from behind. 

Back on the mainland, Melly Mel MacMill is crusin' for a brusin' on her merry little way. She's on route to get her fungal foot infection seen to at St Fanny's. But while Felicity the Foot Nurse patiently waits, the Long Arm of the Law has spotted monstrous Mel. And the silly dame isn't wearing a helmet. That's against the law you know.

 "Nina Nana!" wails the sirens of time as PC World pursues the pretty dame on her cycle so red.

"I'm a stranger to a shiny helmet," she admits. "It's a fair cop guv. Send me down!" 

Meanwhile there is high drama on the high seas! Trudy Goodwin is rocked from all angles as the Deadly Shark sweeps in for the kill! It's sunk it's deathly fangs into Trudy's bottom, and the sturdy craft is taking in water! Flee, flee you goons!

MacMillian clings on to the hull for dear life but he is unable to stop his purse slipping into the silky waters. It is this purse that houses all the profits from the Horse Wedding. What will LaT: Boz do now?

It may be a moot point... the sweet ballad of MacMee looks to be singing from the final page of its swanky songbook... the Sharks close in and all seem doomed!!

As the afternoon wears on, PC World marches Melly into the Cop Shop to give her a thorough pumping in the questioning room.

Upstairs, Tommy Temple is supping from his camp tea mug when a cry for help crackles over his radio.

"Trudy Goodwin's going down and we've copped a leak!" says the voice.

"You could do with a big Chopper to winch you to safety!" cries Temp. 

Downstairs there is trouble brewing. "Ello, ello, what's this bomb like device?" queries PC World.

"Great jumping dildos! Don't touch that you fool!" cries Mel but it is too late baby now it's too late....

Much

much

too

late... 

Outside, the sun is shining and the weather is sweet. All is bright and merry in the tranquil coastal town of Legopolis.