Ringo went mongo in cognitive learning of the source of all that has been steam dried in the mouth of a bearded pig. This would include a club biscuit and a trio... caramel fill with a biscuit wafer. Fair enough.
The sheep travelled to Windsor on a boat on wheels. It used the wind to quite literally sail along the motorised 25 using slipstreams. Real days of thunder stuff. It had been taught how to do this at a day centre in Cardiff. None other than Joseph Barnacle, the giver of all that is bad in the world, was responsible. He'd sent the Sheep to Windsor to pick up some new Crayola Crayons, he was writing a book on humming and had run out.
Meanwhile, Bon Bon Bangoni was up to something. He's been to Spain and built up a really great tan and was boasting to his neighbours. He'd also made some bog standard sand castles, which he'd taken pictures of and was busy making postcards on his very own personalised computer. His plan was to open a shop selling these cards, he was sure people would like them.