A Christmas Carol

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Use the button above to begin this sad but happy tale of a miserly old mog named Scrooge, who thought more of his money than his Twitter pals.

The classic Dickensian yarn features a cast of anipals from Twitter and has been painstakingly retold in pictures and rhyme for those of you with good taste and a sophisticated sense of humour.  Although if you are crass and unsophisticated, you’re welcome too.  As it’s Christmas. x

The Cast

Scrooge @Cat_Weasel
Bob Cratchit @Mia_Manu
Jacob Marley @mnummy_maggot
The Ghost of Christmas Past @Thor_Selfies
The Ghost of Christmas Present @MrMoustacheCat
The Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come @BarbaraBpiwetz
Tiny Tim @Lazlovely
Mr & Mrs Fezziwig @The_Tardis_Toms
Fred @BeansyKitty
Mrs Cratchit @SantasCat
Belle @Mia_Manu
Narrator @Mr_Pie

Gold Rush

It was a fine start to the day when @The_Tardis_Toms crash landed in a puff of steam and smoke, in their Tardis, ready to take all our twitter pals on the #GoldRush day out. We all had our gear to pan for gold, shovels, picks,Whisky pans and plenty of baked beans to keep us all regular from getting hungry.

Entering the Tardis was like stepping back in time as the Toms had redecorated the inside like a real wild west dump saloon. Before long we were drunk off on our adventure, with the hopes of finding another saloon gold in them thar hills.

As we arrived the atmosphere was smelly electric, so much so, that we could hardly contain ourselves from throwing up opening the doors before we had landed. Thanks to Puddy and his Health & Safety rubbish advice we arrived without any accidents and bored ridged keen to race off for the loo gold.

The race was off with *Karen and the Freaky ferrets* leading the race, closely followed by a drunken mob *The Mouscateers*. At the back was *DebsDonna Mogs*, crawling racing along like a slug greyhounds after a tortoise hare. Before long, The *Mouscateers* were in the lead, ready to stake their claim to the best bit of swamp land that they could find.

Most of our twitter idiots pals worked like moles, digging away like mad things bulldozers in search of gold nuggets. @Mr_Pie seemed to find huge amounts of gold, as if by magic, just after he arrived back from robbing the bank. He claims to have opened an account. with the help of a gun.

What a jolly day we all had and what a lot of fools gold we found. Yet another ridiculous wonderful #mogbus trip to forget remember. I’m dreading looking forward to next years #jollydayout as I’m sure you all are too.
#goldrush This is the gallery so far.

#EasterPawrade 2015

BatmanRhonda

BatmanRhonda

Mous

Mous

Marie

Marie

Nancy

Nancy

LazBob

LazBob

JulieRutter

JulieRutter

Kalicat

Kalicat

ppd

ppd

Basil

Basil

Diego

Diego

BarleChazz

BarleChazz

MurphyJr_00

MurphyJr_00

Chazz

Chazz

FurryEmma

FurryEmma

ChickenHead

ChickenHead

Barley

Barley

BennyFancy

BennyFancy

Barny

Barny

Cinnamon

Cinnamon

ClaudiaFreddie

ClaudiaFreddie

DK

DK

Duchess

Duchess

Dumpling

Dumpling

EsterThePig

EsterThePig

FreddieCharlie

FreddieCharlie

Gina

Gina

Gobbers

Gobbers

Harley

Harley

Harry

Harry

Jaffa

Jaffa

jeffdahkillah

jeffdahkillah

 

Jeffy

Jeffy

JShwartz

JShwartz

Lee

Lee

Mandu

Mandu

MidnightFF

MidnightFF

Oliver

Oliver

MiaManu

MiaManu

Mittens

Mittens

MollyCat7

MollyCat7

Molly

Molly

 

MrPie

MrPie

MrPilchard

MrPilchard

MrsTinncat

MrsTinncat

Muggles

Muggles

NancyKF

NancyKF

Nancy

Nancy

Nutmeg

Nutmeg

Oliver

Oliver

Ollie

Ollie

Otto

Otto

Pookie

Pookie

Pickle

Pickle

MsPudding

MsPudding

Purbot

RascKobe

RascKobe

Rocky

Rocky

RosieRose

RosieRose

Puddy

Puddy

RoxieAnnie

RoxieAnnie

Rudy

Rudy

Sadie

Sadie

SC

SC

SirenBlack

SirenBlack

Smurge

Tiger

Tiger

Squirt

Squirt

Tango

Tango

Taz

Taz

Tia

Tia

Titi

Titi

Vinnie

Vinnie

Yoshi

Yoshi

Zeke

Zeke

Zoby

Zoby

KaliKat

KaliKat

ChickenHead

ChickenHead

Basil

Basil

JudgeKaren

JudgeKaren

JudgeClyde

JudgeClyde

JudgeSqueakyElvis

JudgeSqueakyElvis

JudgeWildThingFoxyLady

JudgeWildThingFoxyLady

Bo

Bo

Bootsie

Bootsie

Cassy

Cassy

Catweasel

Catweasel

CherylChow

CherylChow

Mogbus Annual Jolly Day Out 2014

This years annual Mogbus  trip took us to Scarborough on the Yorkshire coast. It was an early start and our driver, (HA!) Goblin, was up with the slugs birds, polishing the bus. He did us proud by cheating passing his driving test, enabling us all to have a terrifying lovely ride. The test examiners Weasal and Barnabas were so mortified impressed by his driving, that they decided to join us as they had passed out on our journey.

Jaffa the conductor, collected the backhanders tickets to get on the bus and Puddy our Health and Safety bore specialist, examined the wreck bus to make sure it was safe. (Hahaha!)

“Are we there yet”? was frequently shouted at the driver, who had a few hand signals of his own that I don’t recall seeing in the Highway Code. It took a surprisingly long time to get there, dew to the number of pit stops along the way, but we did eventually arrive and an excited bus load of anipals rushed to the beach, embarrassing charming all the locals with their rude gestures delightful behaviour. Here are a few ridiculous lovely pictures for you to laugh at enjoy over a nice bottle of gin cup of tea.

 

 

Our Wonderful Postcard Gallery

#PowWow 2014

*Peace on the Prairie*

 

There was a strange sort of calm across the prairie and the moon  was full and bright. You could hear the sound of buffaloes parping grazing and coyotes  howling in the distance, a perfect evening for revitalising the soul.

Totum

 

Fortunately anipals, don’t care about things like that, so when the cranky  WildThingFoxyLady arrived gal lumping galloping across to the camp fire, they had with them a vat pan of baked beans specially thrown together prepared with any old rubbish tender beans in a radioactive tomato sauce. Everyone enjoyed a huge plateful and some folks Mr Pie and Jaffa went back for seconds. From then on, they was a rootin and a tootin all night. Almost put the fire out.

 

It was the annual #powwow 2014 gathering of anipals all dressed as idiots cowboys and Indian coming together as fellow brethren, for a right good knees up cultural get together. Dogs, cats, turtles, birds, no end of peculiar lovely anipals getting drunk breaking bread and wind with each other and passing the nip pipe of  peace around.

Songs were sung, games were played and in the nearby saloon a few folks joined in a game of strip poker. The Sheriff and his men were useless excellent at keeping the peace, being drunk watchful all evening and taking it in turns to read the good book to those unconscious folks in need.

The camp settled down to a good nights snoring & parping sleep all gathered around the camp fire, ending another ridiculous wonderful annual Powwow adventure.

Powwow  Gallery

In Search of the Golden Tankard

All aboard! All aboard! shouted the captain of *The Scab*. The cut-throat crew staggered rushed onto the ship, fighting for a place at the bar front of the ship. The first one to spot Barnacle Bills island gets a knuckle sandwich bag of gold, shouted the first mate and first drink from the golden tankard.

The Scab

The Scab

The Golden Tankard was known to have the magical power of never running dry of rum and beer, which was the dream of every old soak sea-dog that had sailed the seven seas. Most of the crew had only been on a pedalo cargo boat, delivering coal fine goods around the world, so this was the adventure of a lifetime and a chance to get plastered rich.

Vast amounts of food and drink were hoisted aboard and within the hour, The Scab set sail with a soft and useless fierce and manly crew. The Scab sailed out of the harbour and everyone threw up started to sing in a nautical way and dance Ha! the sailors hornpipe.

Twas on the second day that someone shouted are we there yet? “There she be” and the crew jumped into the lifeboats and headed for shore,trying not to listen to the mercats racket songs and the snapping crocodiles. As the boats landed, dozens of sad old pirates stormed the island and fought their way to the cave full of old washing. There they found the Golden Tankard on top of a pile of treasure. A jolly good party was had by all, with many a Yo-Ho-Hos and several dozen bottles of rum.

Bacardi

GALLERY OF PIRATES