''as 'e fainted?' Camille asked.
'He always does when you mention pirate sheep,' Bertha replied. 'That's why I wanted to be the first to tell him.'
'But it seems too ludicrous to be true!'
'Honestly,' Bertha mooed, 'every time.'
'No,' Camille corrected, 'I mean about the pirate sheep.'
'Oh, I see!' Bertha replied. 'But,' and here she took a crude drawing from under her hat, 'if you take that director chappie, remove his beret and monocle and add a speech bubble saying 'Har! Har! Har!'.'
'Mon dieu!' Camille exclaimed. 'Flossie!!!!'
'The self same,' Bertha replied. 'The disguise was almost foolproof and none of us need feel in the least bit embarrassed that we failed to realise who it was at an earlier point in time.'
'Agreed!' Camille agreed. 'Just curious but....do you think there's any chance that ma little students will still get paid for their excellent cinematic acting?'
'I very much doubt it,' Bertha said.
'Then we must unleash all hell upon these despicable wool covered swashbucklers!' Camille mooed.
'You're welcome to join in,' Bertha offered.
'I will 'it them with ma 'andbag and ma little students will bite their ankles....they do 'ave ankles I presume?'
'Can't say I checked,' Bertha replied. 'Now, we must hurry. They've already got a considerable head start on us. They could be miles away by now.'
'Will you carry the brave Capitaine Bile or shall I?' Camille asked.
And after brief consideration they decided to take it in turns.
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