Bromford's Ark - Part 24 - 12:22 a.m.

Apartment 3 - Second Floor - left hand side … and we walk all night.

'This was the most exciting story we have ever heard', Camilla and Charles Camel say in a most aristocrat way. 'Too sad, that we did not hear all of it.'

'That story was rubbish!'

Kylie makes her way down the stairs pushing beings, male or female, to the side.

'How dare you bringing Nigel's father Jason into this? And why do you tell them we were married? That is nonsense.'

'And I am neither a painter nor a king nor blessed by the Flying Spaghetti Monster', Nigel says.

'He was just using our names for a silly joke story', the llama says. 'By the way, you still know what it means when you speak out my name aloud?'

A curse, I think, it's like a curse, while the llama is kissing me on the cheeks.

'And where is the promised adventure?' the llama wants to know. 'I didn't bring my pouch for no reason. And no, I don't think that walking down the stairs in the middle of the night is an adventure.'

'And who are all these people?' Nigel wants to know.

'Yes', Kylie adds, 'they are certainly not our neighbours and owners of the apartments in this building.'

'And yet, there is kind of an illusional enchantment on them', the llama says. 'Something is hiding their real form. Fortunately, I am still student at MixMax, the Institute for Wizardcraft and Witchery, and I know the exact spell to end all of this.'

The llama opens its pouch. Tension is rising in the air.

'REVELIO!' the animal shouts out loud swinging a wooden wand above its head.

But nothing happens at all …

And way down we go …

"Bromford Mean Time"

Crooked man down a crooked mile
Crooked backbone, crossed out smile
Crooked cat, crooked mouse
We live together in a crooked little house

We're all fine, we're all fine
We fit together like worms on a line
We're so good, we're so nice
We stick together like dirty horse flies

Crooked eyes, crooked tooth
Crooked mind bending back the truth
A crooked road on a crooked town
Looking down at the crumbs on the ground

We're all fine, we're all fine
We fit together like nickles on a dime
We're so good, we're so nice
We talk the mumbo jumbo Bromford Mean Time

We're all fine, we're all fine
We fit together like nickles on a dime
We're so good, we're so nice
We talk the mumbo jumbo Bromford Mean Time