"It may have been a firm fit body before stuffing that muffin - not so sure now!", remarked someone who shall remain nameless in order to preserve life and limb. And umm the soap on a rope was, in all reality (and that's a joke here eh ?), a ladder hanging down from the cockpit of the harrier, still upside down and having arrived above Capps' shower.
Without further ado, or even adon't, Capps grabbed her bathrobe in one hand, the ladder in the other and was hoisted aloft, whereupon they all turned for the rafia landing strip with its little blinking lights, while the Boing, patiently awaiting the arrival of the star-studded crew of the harrier (well, we hit a few comets on the way over ~ Tiger wasn't being too conscientious in reading the altimeter thingy), rumbled in appreciation at the jet's arrival.
By careful placement of Capps' bathrobe ~ she herself was covered in modesty and a choccy cosmos so she didn't need it ~ the harrier finally settled down safely on terra-not-so-firma. Jimbob, Hilli and the rest attacked the underside of the harrier with tinopeners, rescuing the flight crew .... hurray hurray !! Everyone hugged, as ya do when ya meet up, and repaired to a pub while others (stage extras) repaired the jet, rolled it over right way up ...... and repaired it all over again.
At this point, everyone started looking herioc/worried/wossname, depending on their characters ~ what would happen next ?
"We're a long way from Hemel Hempstead!" remarked someone from Herts, when .........
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