December 2011
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MWAHAHAHAHAHA! We have them.
This is a very brief, and hopefully offensive, message to anybody who has been following this adventures of spunky young Timmy and his cretinous brother. They have not found their frog. In fact, we have captured them, and they are in our deepest, darkest, grimiest, filthiest, smelliest, most horrible dungeon, and we are going to treat them absolutely appallingly, for a very, very long time, and we...
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Remember the noise I heard? The one that caused me to abruptly stop blogging? Well, it was nothing. The wind.
Not that that matters, not now.
We were ready. We had our plan, we had our kit, we were all ready. The Dark Citadel was less than a mile away.
We took a deep breath.
We stormed towards it…
And there was no-one there.
Nope.
No-one.
Just a note.
I really don’t know...
November 2011
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Breather!
Finally we can rest. And there’s Wi-Fi here! I can’t believe our good luck. Timmy has informed me that ‘Fortune is smiling upon us.’
Hmm.
So we arrived in this weird other dimension, whose name we can’t pronounce, late Friday night (or early Saturday morning) and quickly realised that we weren’t anywhere near where the Hunchmen have taken Clyde. Our guide...
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We're OK! So Far!
I don’t have long! Timmy and I are all right. It’s been a fairly gobsmacking few days, but we’re alive and in one piece. Just about.
It’s not safe to write much at the moment, hopefully tomorrow we’ll be able to stop for longer and…
Uh-oh!
Time to go!
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Wish Us Luck!
So we’re about to leave. Timmy has spent the last two days meticulously planning and preparing. We have weapons (one sword, one rolling pin, one saucepan), food supplies (several loaves of bread, one jar of jam, one jar of peanut butter, one jar of Marmite, a bag of carrots, a jumbo bag of Skittles and two litre bottles of Vimto) and other supplies (one tent, one Thunderbirds sleeping bag,...
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WE'VE FOUND HIM! Sort Of.
Timmy has found Clyde, or at least a Facebook page masquerading as Clyde - http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100003192097459
Not sure if that will work, but anyway. On the Facebook page was a note.
“Dear Timmy
I have been kidnapped by a species called the Hunchmen. They are a particularly disgusting, squashed, slimy half-slug half-man creature, and they live by sucking the...
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Frustration
No developments today. Timmy has barely left his office. Dad’s Edinburgh Gateaux now fills most of the first floor of our house.
If it starts to come up the stairs, I’m going to move out and live in the shed.
Only three days until Saturday…
I hope Clyde is all right.
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The Plot Thickens... Again
Another post from the mysterious blogger. This time there was a picture of Clyde. Have a look - http://qoooqoooq.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post.html
It’s got Timmy pretty worried. Me too, to be honest. At least this person seems like they’re a friend, but it’s somewhat on the cryptic side. They say we only have until Saturday… what does that mean?
They haven’t hurt...
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The Last Song
Song number four of four is up at http://qoooqoooq.blogspot.com/
Once again, I am baffled. Timmy keeps stroking his chin like some bearded child genius, and he nodded as though the new song made some kind of sense. However, he wouldn’t explain it to me and went and locked himself back in his room.
So. We have Magic Moments, My Patch, Chopin’s Minute Waltz and now Unsquare Dance. Not...
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Back. More Confusion.
Well that was fun. Timmy literally didn’t speak for the whole trip. Whether he was sulking, plotting or trying to work out the mystery of Clyde’s disappearance, I don’t know. All I know is that I spent ten hours in Dad’s car on the way to Edinburgh, listening to Dad explain the secret of really great marzipan. I then sat in the car for the rest of the evening while Dad...
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Another Clue?
So in came Timmy, waking me up by leaping up and down on my stomach. I didn’t even hear him leave the room this morning. ‘Number two is up!’ he yelled. ‘Number two is up!’
We went to http://qoooqoooq.blogspot.com/ and sure enough, a new entry. Have a look for yourselves.
We have just as little idea of what this new song could mean as Magic Moments. Although they do...
Frustration
Timmy came in to ask how I was doing with my sword. I told him, truthfully, that it was going nowhere. He was cross.
‘Fine,’ I said, getting a bit cross myself. ‘How are you doing decoding Magic Moments, genius?’
‘Not too well,’ said Timmy. ‘The song references Halloween, hay rides, sleigh rides, teams, touchdowns, prizes, disguises… I think...
A Clue?
Timmy just ran in to show me something. A new post popped up on that weird blog we got sent to earlier. A song. Have a look - http://qoooqoooq.blogspot.com/
What does it mean? Why the number 1/4? Timmy thinks it means there are going to be three more songs, and that there’ll be clues in them.
What clues could there possibly be in Magic Moments? Timmy’s certainly had plenty of magic...
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The Plot Thickens...
This morning a card arrived for Timmy in the post. It had this on the front.
I wondered if it was just some mean person rubbing salt in the wound, but then Timmy showed me that there was something written inside.
Just this - “http://qoooqoooq.blogspot.com”
We followed the link, and it worked, but we’re none the wiser. Timmy has returned to his office to mull it over, and...
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The Plan That Cannot Fail
Timmy just marched into my room and gave me this.
The masterplan involves our little sister (aged 5) going around the back of the evil castle on a skateboard, with a ghetto blaster pumping out Justin Bieber songs as a distraction. While this is going on, Timmy goes round the front of the castle with a ladder attached to a pogo stick and retrieves Clyde from the top of the tower.
I pointed out...
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A Clue?
Timmy has just informed me that the lightbulb is dead. He seems to think this could prove important. He’s also told me to leave him alone until this evening, as he’s working on a plan of some kind.
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The Case of the Black Marker Pen, and Where It Led...
Timmy woke me up at seven, desperate to start investigating. I told him I definitely, one hundred per cent could not be seen to get up before ten, otherwise Mum and Dad would start making me do chores early in the morning. He dutifully went back to his room and carried on devising his master plan, and came back at five to ten. This time he wouldn’t take no for an answer.
There are three...
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