[Growltigga]

Trajan, I mounted Barry with a ladder..

and mounted in the sense of riding him rather than any smutty disney-esque connotations you are coming up with young man...

anyway... must dash, HAALLLLOOOOOOOO

a terrified Ragnarok, still with mouseketeer ears on, sprints from the kitchen out onto the patio, only seconds ahead of the snarling hullaballoo of frenzied tigers, which have now been joined by the killer mongoose pack GT had been keeping in the kitchen, closely followed by the chinese stir-fry chef, the Swedish commis-chef and the Morroccan snake-charmer who was sorting out 'that' problem with the dish washer, all chased by myriad cartoon characters, the chorus girls and for some strange reason, the whole Brazilian 1998 world cup squad and associated samba band, and of course, Growltigga in his hunting pinks riding on armour plated Barry the T Rex brings up the rear, blowing his horn for Britian

HALLLLLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO