[Growltigga]

and fails to notice that Growltigga is holding an invisibilty-disapparatation field which stops Gryphin's invisibility mode working, adroitly avoiding the acme tacks, the whole hunting posse turns and faces the now visibile Gryphin who, natuarally, faced with such a ravaning horde, cacks his pants...

"Parp" and "twoot" canbe heard eminating from the Gryphin's jollies as he turns and runs off... only inches ahead of the hunt and disturbingly close to Barry's fangs and Growltigga's executive tickler