Post by Cushing4eva on Dec 12, 2016 6:58:29 GMT
[The following is presented as the first installment of an ongoing adventure that I will be posting in this thread. It follows on from my previous short work, Return in Silver.]
And now the welcome return of television's favorite tramp in a new series of The Pigbin Josh Adventures...
Episode One
Sir Roland Huffington-Smythe was a man who appreciated order. Every aspect of his life was meticulously prepared, structured and accounted for and he certainly did not appreciate anything unusual be it in his home, garden or courtroom. This morning however had not conformed to those expectations.
He had first noticed hints of something strange in the morning as he heard what sounded like the pitter-patter of raindrops on the windows of his courtroom in spite of it being a bright, sunny day. Then the strangely helmeted figures appeared at the back of the gallery, holding what looked suspiciously like some sort of hi-tech weaponry.
He was about to get up to try to ascertain precisely what they were doing there when a most peculiar man stepped forward, laid a bright yellow briefcase on the table and unclipped it. Moments later a man appeared at the table for the defense, placing a black briefcase of near-identical design down. Then the two men turned to speak to each other in hushed tones before the first man decided to step forward.
“I suppose you may be wondering what is going on in your courtroom,” he began, clutching at the brightly-colored lapels of his jacket, “Well, I can assure you that we will try to take as little of your time as possible. Today you will be hearing a case of galactic importance and so, accordingly, we felt it necessary to remove your courtroom from its usual place and time to a more - remote location.”
Sir Roland looked indignant at the man, “Excuse me sir, are you drunk?”
“I am not inebriated in the slightest, my good man!”
Sir Roland shook his head, “Well, I only have one case on the docket today and while I am sure it will be of great importance to Mister,” he paused, to look down at his notes, “Josh, I struggle to conceive how it may be of ‘galactic importance’ as you suggest.”
At this the second man sneered and turned to face the first, “I told you this was a waste of time and effort. These humans are quite incapable of understanding the scope of what we are here to discuss. If you had just let me contact The Inquisitor -”
Sir Roland had decided he had suffered through enough and slammed his gavel down hard, causing both men to turn again to face him.
“I confess I do not see how this case could be of such great importance but it is my sworn duty to hear it. Now, I take it that you,” he gestured to the Doctor, “will be arguing the case for the defense while you, Mister?”
“Valeyard.”
“Mister Valeyard - will be arguing for the prosecution.”
The Doctor spoke quickly, “Our apologies m’lord. We assumed these seats out of force of habit but it appears we are misplaced. You see, I am the man who will be leading the prosecution of Mister Pigbin Josh.”
And now the welcome return of television's favorite tramp in a new series of The Pigbin Josh Adventures...
Episode One
Sir Roland Huffington-Smythe was a man who appreciated order. Every aspect of his life was meticulously prepared, structured and accounted for and he certainly did not appreciate anything unusual be it in his home, garden or courtroom. This morning however had not conformed to those expectations.
He had first noticed hints of something strange in the morning as he heard what sounded like the pitter-patter of raindrops on the windows of his courtroom in spite of it being a bright, sunny day. Then the strangely helmeted figures appeared at the back of the gallery, holding what looked suspiciously like some sort of hi-tech weaponry.
He was about to get up to try to ascertain precisely what they were doing there when a most peculiar man stepped forward, laid a bright yellow briefcase on the table and unclipped it. Moments later a man appeared at the table for the defense, placing a black briefcase of near-identical design down. Then the two men turned to speak to each other in hushed tones before the first man decided to step forward.
“I suppose you may be wondering what is going on in your courtroom,” he began, clutching at the brightly-colored lapels of his jacket, “Well, I can assure you that we will try to take as little of your time as possible. Today you will be hearing a case of galactic importance and so, accordingly, we felt it necessary to remove your courtroom from its usual place and time to a more - remote location.”
Sir Roland looked indignant at the man, “Excuse me sir, are you drunk?”
“I am not inebriated in the slightest, my good man!”
Sir Roland shook his head, “Well, I only have one case on the docket today and while I am sure it will be of great importance to Mister,” he paused, to look down at his notes, “Josh, I struggle to conceive how it may be of ‘galactic importance’ as you suggest.”
At this the second man sneered and turned to face the first, “I told you this was a waste of time and effort. These humans are quite incapable of understanding the scope of what we are here to discuss. If you had just let me contact The Inquisitor -”
Sir Roland had decided he had suffered through enough and slammed his gavel down hard, causing both men to turn again to face him.
“I confess I do not see how this case could be of such great importance but it is my sworn duty to hear it. Now, I take it that you,” he gestured to the Doctor, “will be arguing the case for the defense while you, Mister?”
“Valeyard.”
“Mister Valeyard - will be arguing for the prosecution.”
The Doctor spoke quickly, “Our apologies m’lord. We assumed these seats out of force of habit but it appears we are misplaced. You see, I am the man who will be leading the prosecution of Mister Pigbin Josh.”