WHEN REINCARNATION GOES WRONG

The wounded youma fled down the darkened alley,
glancing desperately behind for a sight of its pursuer. Too
late in noticed the four figures looming out of the mist
ahead, each in gleaming white except for one item in their
signature colour; a blue dress, an orange sweater, a green
t-shirt and a red kerchief. With a low moan it tried to turn
back just in time to hear the words it had been dreading.
"Roon Rearling Escwaraeshun!" and the blinding light
swept the darkness away.

"Jinkies!  It was Mr Smith, the owner of the old
amusement park all along."
"Good going Sailor Scoob!"
Somewhere across town a figure in a tuxedo shuddered
and cried into his beer.

Next time (ie. never!): Here�s Scrappy Moon!

Man, I�ve been studying too hard. Scuse me if this has been
done before, I just had to get it off my chest.


                                              Ross Gilbertson

"It seems to me that the flaw in this scheme of yours, Jeeves,
 is that its going to litter the garden with mangled corpses."
                                             -Right Ho, Jeeves