On a dark, cold night in December, the Kilahara Library of Spanking Fiction was burgled. Some dastardly intruder broke in through the lavatory window, and scared the pants off Mr
Blimp, who was busy minding his own business. They then ransacked the staff offices and made off with three bottles of sherry, a
bluepencil, a
flopsy bunny, and the
Pink Angel off the top of the Christmas tree.
City police were very busy having their toenails buffed, so
Corporal turned up instead and began to investigate.
"Look at these footprints,
Guys! I suspect this crime was perpetrated by a
barefootamateur. Discipline is
SorelyNeeded and shall be administered as soon as she is caught."
"Do you have any other suspects?" asked
Linda, anxious for the return of the sherry.
"Yes.
Sebastian said his
AuntCarla saw a
tallguy24
tiptoppering about on the roof, next to a red-arsed
CrimsonKid and a
flowerchild wearing
pinkfluff. In their haste to get away, they dropped a swagbag which went
rollin down the hill, where it was apprehended by
TheEnglishMaster waving his
swishswitch."
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