McPhiz [The ace countryside ranger and the case of the vanishing eggs!!] McPhiz: “Hi! I’m McPhiz and this is Gloria my assistant … and Spud the squirrel.” Spud: “Hi! I’m just NUTS aboot this job.” McPhiz: … Continue reading Clatter.
The Coo pat slinger. [Night! And oor hero and Malkie Fu expert is oot and aboot … hunting the phantom coopat slinger. Accompanied by his trusty companion – THE DOCTOR.] The doctor: “Aye weel, it’s a … Continue reading Stammer.
Dee ye forest reenger polis o the purse. Lickspittles tae the siller rich wha cheaply boucht oor earth, ahn quick tae own an fell an profit oot o trees no yet cam o age, leavin but … Continue reading Scrogs.
Ahm frae the Sooth ahn the Sooth’s whaur the suffering’s sair ahn weary langtime frae global warming. Floods, fire, famine, landslides, heat, drought and death. The carbon footprint generated by the siller-gruppit North is a hunner … Continue reading Sooth.
The chiel’s a tumshieheid gomach monoglot o a trow o the warst kind. Burst his pan tap ahn skooshed a biled bilein o rotten neep oer the ceilin. Frae lookin at his browsin history and choice … Continue reading Trow.
Yiv glisk’d at that an glisk’d at thon, glisk’d here an glisk’d there. Yiv glisk’d like a stervin loon. Yer fidgin fain tae be at, what, ye dinni ken, but yir at nithin, nithin’s where yer … Continue reading Glisk.
Yiv done it again wi yer stookie! That’s why naebuddy’ll sign it. Yer wife’s gonna be much mair radge than I wiz yon last time. I widni be surprised if she braks yir ither airm when … Continue reading Stookie.
It’s irrelevant that ye sprauchle up a tree cos ye hae a gastrous dreid o cats ya munce ye. Trees is oor second hame. How dae ye no know that? Onywye what cat’s gonna disreul itsell … Continue reading Sprauchle.
He’s been converted tae electric for years but took tae feuchin tae compensate. His feuchie habit means I hae tae tak a pipe aff him at iviry station. He disni like it. He misses his lum … Continue reading Feuch.
Dinni whissle. He’s left that life o wark n sair trauchle wi the yowes ahint ‘imsell noo. Ahn yer heid’ll be richt aff yer shoulders here n noo wi the Royal Blade if he suspects ye … Continue reading Whissle.