Right everyone - the summer is upon us, so it's time to start the traditional round of daft YCNet activities! And to start with - who fancies joining in and writing a story?

It's quite simple: we take turns to write a few lines and see what happens! The only rule is that when you write a bit, it has to finish in a way that lets the next person carry it on. Make sense? Good!

 We'll start off:

Never in a million years would Egbert have imagined that things would turn out the way they did. It started off as such a normal Tuesday; just like every other Tuesday, he got up, ate two and a half Weetabix with 140ml of semi-skimmed milk, brushed his teeth for two minutes precisely, put on his freshly ironed clothes and set off to work at the ice cream factory. Just a normal day, Egbert thought to himself as he reported for work at 9:00am - not a minute earlier and not a minute later. He had no way of knowing that, at that very moment, in a small room thousands of miles away.... 

... the dastardly Lord Snugbury was plotting to overrule the ice cream factory, and reclaim his title as King of Dairy Products. He had been dismissed as the greatest ice cream inventor in the world after the chocolate chips in his products turned out to be something very different from chocolate chips, resulting in the hospitalisation of dozens of consumers, and his sidekick Ronnie rat was the prime culprit.

'At last, Ronnie, I can reclaim my title as King of the Dairy Products since being dismissed as the greatest ice cream inventor in the world after my chocolate chips - ' Lord Snugbury cackled, but he was interrupted.

'Er, boss, I think the readers have got that part already,' Ronnie pointed out, eyeing the blueprints Snugbury was pouring over. 'Maybe you should explain your dastardly plot?'

 'Of course!' Snugbury agreed proudly, and he unrolled the enormous sheet of blueprint, scrawled inch-by-inch with his evil plottings. Just then...

Bob Roberts burst in, pulling a rickety old shopping trolley filled with shopping bags.

'I - I got the shopping, boss-sir!' Bob stuttered. 'B-but I'm sorry I took so long, I couldn't decide which tissues to get....I got you your favourite ones, though, boss-sir, the white one with the little puppies on it! I know what you like, don't I boss-sir?'.

Snugbury looked astonished. His old assistant, Bob, was grey and withered.

 'Roberts? I sent you out to the shop eighteen years ago! What have you been doing?' he demanded, looking confused.

 'Well....I said, boss-sir, I couldn't decide whether to get you the toilet paper with the bears on or the one that says "soft, soft, soft!" or the one with the puppies on! I gots the right one, though, innit, though, boss-sir. You loves the one with the puppies on, right, boss-sir? I dids a good job, didn't I boss-sir, eh?' Bob asked, looking hopeful. 'It tooks a while, and the milk might be a few years off, and the fish don't smell too goods no more, but I did yer proud, didn't I boss-sir?'. Snugbury looked angry at first.

 'You spent eighteen years getting toilet - wait, you got the one with the puppies on? Oh, Robert, you wonderful, wonderful....if slightly smelly and illiterate....person! Oh, I haven't had puppy toilet paper in years! Year upon year I have had to make do with newspaper and cheap stuff that rips when you use it - not pleasant, I know - but now you have brought meaning back into my life! I can now be Lord of the Dairy, and have a comfortable time on - if you'll excuse my pun - the throne!'.

Everyone giggled like small children. Meanwhile.....

in the other room, there were a group of people around a big table.Cunningly planning what devious attack to carry out next, to destroy the good witch phoebe. Lately, she had overcome all of their attacks single-handedly and they didnt like it. No-one could as strong as they could be. 'We need to destroy her once and for all! She is too much of a convenience for us. The sooner she is gone the better i say!' stated the man sitting at the head of the table. Being honest he looked really ugly and his face was ohmygod so ugly it made everyone around him not look at him, for fear of being sick. All throughout the room, there were cheers of ' i say, i say' and i agree she must be gone'.

Meanwhile the good witch phoebe.....

Met with a pigeon call Macbeth, Macbeth was an evil evil pigeon he wanted to take of the whole bird population, Macbeth the pigeon held a huge huge secret, it lay heavy on his wings, if this secret was to  get out, cor it would be a messy ordeal.

One day when whizzy woo the sea gull flew past she heard Macbeth muttering to him self, "I must tell my other bird friends I'm really a penguin" The first thing that struck whizzy was.... a penguin?    Flying? She was intrigued & felt it her job to find out more....

She captures Macbeth with a huge net but he spin round & attacks whizzy with his giant penguin flipper "Nooo I will defeat you" says Macbeth says & then Macbeth turns round & pulls out a metal spork & then

Speared poor Whizzy Woo straight through the beak.  She fell to the floor with a thump, her feathery body coming to rest in a field of poppies below.

"Now then, I must get back to Lord Snugbury" said Macbeth to himself, knowing full well how impatient his boss could be, remembering what had happened to the hapless Goppy that time he'd decided to take a scenic detour back from Plymouth that time.  He dismissed all thoughts of the Good Witch Phoebe and her fruitless efforts to keep the world a fluffy, snuggly place even though she had had some successes recently.

Macbeth was confident that he and Lord Snugbury were unstoppable in their quest for dairy domination, that they had moved on from the unfortunate rat droppings incident and that any day now they...............

would have to go through a even more dangerous challenge, walking through a whole field of..... cows!! Phoebe decided that it wasn't really all worth it. putting up her life walking past thousands of cows, just to get to the other side of the field! The man of her dreams may not even show up, so she began to wonder if she should just not go through. It wasn't the fact that cows were dangerous, it was the fact that she was so scared of them she couldnt go anywhere near them.

Meanwhile on the other side a bloke, tall and handsome, with blue eyes, and blonde hair was standing awaiting for phoebe to arrive. he thought he could see a woman on the other side of the field. but that wasnt her surely! she was ugly from what he could see. not what he imagined her to look like at all. He began to wonder....

... what if he had been stood up? What if that woman was a total stranger, standing there waiting for a bus or something? (Not that they'd let her on, with a face like that!) Plus, whowever said the Good Witch Pheobe was beautiful? Nobody. He sighed, turning on his heel, ready to report back to mission control Lord Snugbury.

"YOU WHAT?????????" With the complexion of a rotting tomatoe, Lord S. looked angrily at Jack Jackson, the blue eyes, blonde hair traitor from the cow feild. He grimaced slightly. Lord S. hollered: "YOU WALKED AWAY? WE COULD HAVE CAUGHT BLASTED PHEOBE THEN! WHY, WE WERE SO CLOSE TO OVERULING HER, SO YOU DECIDE TO GO AND FALL IN LOVE WITH..................."

Meanwhile in an ice-cream factory thousands of miles away, at 11:30 precisely, Egbert had just finished making his 150th ice-cream! (an ice-cream a minute) although he only returned to work 4months ago, after having nearly a year in and out of hospital (as he was one of the unlucky patients of the Rat dropping-in ice-cream incident) he was now fully recovered and had got the knack of making ice-creams back! (it took so long because although rat droppings are quite a bit tastier that human droppings, it is a common and well known fact that rat droppings take nearly twice as long to digest!) meanwhile thousands of miles away Lord Snugbury was still very cross…..