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General Category => Fun Stuff => Topic started by: Alsatian on February 04, 2012, 06:05:22 PM
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"Look out, there's three Fokkers on our tail!" cried Ginger, causing Algy to snigger.
"A Fokker is a type of aeroplane," explained Biggles, patiently.
"Yes, but these Fokkers are Messerschmidts!" screamed a frightened Ginger from the rear. A machine gun chattered as he let one go.
"Pooh" said Algy.
"Look out Algernon," quavered Biggles as a Messerschmidt ME109 howled past the wing tip of the battered old bi-plane and loosed off another deadly stream of red hot lead.
"I think I need to go wee," yelled Biggles. He put the biplane into a steep dive. About 100 feet above the ground he pulled the stick back, making the plane perform a graceful `U'.
"Wheeeeeeeeeeeee!" cried Biggles.
"I don't think I can hold it Biggles," cried Algy, his voice now coming in short gasps.
"Well, perhaps if you started off by just touching it ..." suggested Biggles, "... and maybe the occasional stroke. You can always graduate onto a full fledged hold a little bit later on."
"He's cracked," thought Algy. How do I know he was thinking that? Easy. He said it to Ginger.
"What's going on up here?" growled Ginger as he brusquely barged into the bi-planes cramped cockpit.
"Its Biggles Ginger ..." replied Algy. "... I ... I think he's cracking."
"I think you're pretty spiffing yourself," quipped Biggles.