Episode 6

          Previously on Legopolis...the old bags from the corner shop have revealed to Gypsy Jayne the identity of her Monkey's father, a devilish monster lurks in the depths of Legopolis bay and evil LaToya has turned off Milly's life support system!

 It is morning in the hospital reception, and Gypsy is kicking up a stink and demanding to see that naughty gigolo Dr Foxx.

"Good morning, St Fanny's Hospital, may I diagnose you?" chimes Gilly the receptionist.

"Let me see the Father of my Monkey!" demands enraged Gyp.

"Have you got an appointment?" says Gilly.

"Stuff that up your jumper! I want to see him NOW!" screeches the red scarfed harlot.

A few moments pass and Gypsy is shown into the office of Dr Foxx.

"Hello babes!" says he.

"Don't you babes me you black haired bastard! I know full well what you've done to me!"

"So much for donor anonymity." mutters the resentful medical man.

Meanwhile, over at Mansion MacMillan, black-hearted LaToya is playing sympathetic floozy to the bereaved.

"My poor Milly! How will I cope with life without her?" questions Mac.

"Do you mind lifting up your legs so I can hoover?" asks Mrs Mopp tactfully.

"Oh Milly! She used to lift her legs all the time." recalls miserable MacMill.

"Here's an idea!" ruminates LaToya, "Why don't you chuck out all Milly's old crap and let me move in? You'll soon forget all about that old tart once I'm here to amuse you."

 At Fun Hill, "the police station that nicks you with a smile and a wave", Jeffrey's conscience has got the better of him.

"I think you need to speak to Jacques La Poisson!" he burbles. "It was he who stole the Prize Mare and he who cooked her up in a pot and served her with a side salad."

"No-one likes a dirty stinking grass Laddy." notes Rod the Plod.

Back at the hospital, there is drama a go-go! Dr Foxx has had it up to here with Gypsy's mad cap ideas and like a wild giraffe he kicks her out in to the streets where she belongs.

"Get out of here you mad trout and take your filthy Forbes the monkey with you!"

"Aieeee!" rumbles Gyp as she is flung into the gutter like so much trailer trash.

Gyp sobs her way across town to find a sympathetic pair of ears. Luckily Super Shopkeepers Judy and Cornelia won't turn anyone away, even people who birth apes.

"That Dr Foxx has gone too far this time!" snorts Corn. "Come on in petal, we'll take care of you. Dry those tears. You too, Forbes the Monkey."

 Minutes pass like so much wind and Gypo is soon feeling better once she's downed a cup of vodka and tea. Forbes munches a banana merrily.

"That grubby Doctor Foxx is going to rue the day he ever popped into the fertility wing and off-loaded his goods," sobs Gypsy. "I'll sort him out! You see if I don't!"

"That's it dear, you sock it to him. Men are all the same you know. You show them one egg only to find them climbing the ladder of dreams within the illusion." Judy explains.

George and Martha Bush have had a fantastic day at the beach, building castles in the sand.

"I say I could murder a plate of kippers in custard!" exclaims George, eyeing up the Pirates Tavern where food has just started being served.

Before too long, the care-free couple are supping wine and dining like kings. Mrs Mopp polishes the Tavern as is her duty.

Across town at another eatery and things are getting exciting. Whoosh! The Police appear as if from nowhere and swoop in (whoosh!) to snare chef La Poisson.

"You're nicked frog!" screech's Rod the Plod.

"Zit's a fair cop guv, I'll come quietly." huffs the shamed chef in disgrace.

MacMillan meanwhile goes to pick up his crash-damaged car, his skew whiff priorities placing this task above organising any kind of funeral or burial for his poor deceased wife.

"Hello all!" says the widower merrily, before noticing something odd about Butch Flinker the mechanic. "Say what. Why are you wearing a dress Butch lad?"

"It's the latest fashion." points out Butch. "And pink goes with my eyes. You got a problem with that?"

"Oh hello Mr MacMillan." chimes Mel as she returns from her late lunch. "You're looking well. Especially after your wife died in a car crash."

"What are you implying there missy?" asks Mac M cocking an eyebrow.

"I saw you quaffing horsemeat at the Hogg with scheming harpy LaToya!" blurts out wily Mill. "So stitch that."

The toupee'd  tinker is shocked.

As night draws in, George O'Matha finish their tasty morsels. With their tums full and their heads spinning with liquor they gaze out across the waters of Legopolis bay...

Without a care, Martha has foolishly dived into the cool water.

"Come on in, the water's lovely!" she yodels as she splashes around.

From nowhere emerges an evil terror from the deep! 

"Look out Martha, look out!" screams George as the monster closes in on his wonderful wife...

It's one of those endings... how WILL Martha get out of this one? Can MacMillan persuade Mel not to reveal all about his affair? And why has Butch taken to wearing women's clothes?

Visit Legopolis again soon to find out!