Dear Sir Percy,

I do believe at some point you made the offer of letting me hear you on the 'glass harmonica' in all it's wonderous glory. I was rather bored and thought perhaps, if you were not busy, I could bring my saxephone and I can hear you play. I would be most interested.

Sincerely,
Count Duckula

The inside of the Rani's TARDIS was an unholy mess.

( Universal catastrophe imminent )

Dear Park Residents!

I am looking for people who can play instruments! Instruments that would fit well with a rock band! If you do, and have access to said instruments, or know someone who does, send me a letter!

Signed,

The Angel of VirtueIt had taken him hours to come up with a good name. He had to keep his identity secret to keep the band ( Read more... )

Willow got back to her feet, hand up over her eyes, wincing at the blazing brightness of the light--it had been dark just a couple of minutes ago, and her head didn't hurt like it should if something had knocked her out again... What was going on ( Read more... )

mood: restless

I am pleased to announce the opening of Fell's Tea and Sundries in the Cafe Orleans, located near the Pirates of the Carribbean ride in New Orleans Square. All park residents are invited to stop by and refresh themselves any time they like.

Cordially,

E. Fell

( It seemed a shame to let the pleasant little cafe sit unused, after all... )

Duckula had a good feeling about today, he really did. For once, he might strike it lucky, be famous, something. People might actually listen when he played, rather than be those uneducated philistines that ran at the thought of him singing. It wasn't like he was bad. In fact, he was FABULOUS. It's just nobody ever listened ( Read more... )

Duckula sent these invitations to everyone in the park, in hope that whilst he was here, he might just fulfill his dream of becoming famous. Maybe.

Count Duckula cordially invites you to...

Jazz and Juggling Extravaganza I!!!!Hosted by Count Duckula! Starring...Count Duckula! Produced by Count Duckula ( Read more... )

With the final solder put in place, Brain raises his welding mask up from his face and puts down the Bic lighter. Wiping sweat from his brow he stands back and looks at his newest invention.

"So Brain." comes a high pitched voice from behind a stack of wires, "What are we gunna do tonight?"

"The same thing we do every night, Pinky. Try to take over ( Read more... )

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( Letters to Duzell, Tim Drake, Skaffen-Amtiskaw, Pippi Longstocking, Michael, Jeliza-Rose, Superboy, Richard Foley, Sara and Fred Weasley )

An aged man comes tottering up to the gates, dressed in battered leather armor and carrying a slightly bent lance from which flies a shabby pennant. His white-bearded face, clearly designed for scholarly gentleness and dignity, has somehow acquired an expression of fanatical confusion. A sword hangs off-kilter at his side, and upon his head is ( Read more... )