THE FAMOUS THREE GO TO A HIPPIE FESTIVAL

Summer holidays were here again and Donna and Jim and their faithful car Sunny were off to a hippie festival in New Zealand.

'It will be jolly good fun,' said Donna

'We've now listened to our Famous Five CD,' said Jim, 'so we now have a better understanding of how to write a parody of it. It shouldn't be too hard. All it needs is a weak storyline, lots of badly drawn out characters and a smattering of borderline racist stereotypes.'

'Golly,' said Donna, 'that sounds easy. So what does a hippie festival entail?'

'It is just like a normal festival,' said Jim, 'but without any of the entertainment or things to do.'

'Gee whizz,' said Donna, 'I can't wait.'

But wait they did have to.

After driving in Sunny for ages, they got to the local town to the festival.

'We should get some money out of the ATM,' said Jim, 'because we don't have any.'

'That is a good idea,' said Donna, 'shal we ask this local where we can get some money.'

But, oh dear, the silly little New Zealand town they were in didn't have a single ATM.

'Not even one,' said Jim, 'I wonder how these locals get their money out.'

'I suspect they are all smugglers and criminals.' said Donna. And they were.

'But this means we have to drive 100 kilometers back the way we came to the town we just came from,' said Jim, 'Oh bother and I was so looking forward to that first beer of the festival,'

'Don't worry,' said Donna, 'clever Sunny can take us back there in no time. And I can drive and you can have your beer and start getting drunk.'

Donna was always such a thoughtful girl.

And so they drove all the way back again and got some money and then came back to the festival. By this time Jim was feeling quite merry and was singing along to the new CD they had bought.

'I like this CD,' said Jim

'I know,' said Donna, ' you have been singing along quite loudly.'

And so finally they arrived at the festival and were all excited. But oh no, what's this? Another setback. There is a Nazi working on the gate who won't let them in.

Typical Nazi.

'Why won't you let us in?' asked Donna.

'Because I don't want to,' said the Nazi, 'this is a self sufficient festival and you have to bring everything that you need for the entire weekend because you cannot buy anything here.'

'Not even a cup of tea?' asked Donna.

'Especially not a cup of tea,' said the Nazi, 'And you need to bring at least ten litres of water per person. As you only have five litres, go away and don't come back until you have bought far too much water that you won't use.'

'Do we have to?' asked Donna, 'it doesn't really seem in the spirit of happy, hippie festivals to be turning people away just because we don't have too much water that we won't use.'

'Ah' said the Nazi, 'you might have thought that I would turn you away from the festival because you had a boot full of glass bottled beer or perhaps you would have thought I would have turned you away because you are both wearing feather boas (which, if you had read the website, is strictly prohibited) but, no, I have decided to make a big deal of that fact that I can turn you away if, I deem you have not brought enough water, which in my infinite wisdom, I have decided you don't have.'

'Oh bother,' said Donna,' I cannot argue with that. Oh Sunny, back to that town full of smugglers and criminals to buy a large amount of water we won't use. Oh this is a fun adventure.'

Quite some time later, Donna, Jim and Sunny, having gone and got some more water, finally was allowed into the festival and set up their tent.

'So what is there to do at a hippie festival with no entertainment and nothing to do?' asked Donna.

'We could sit here and work out what we are now going to do with the small reservoir amount of water taking up all of the space in Sunny,' said Jim, 'Or we could drink lots of beer and and go and hang out by the river.'

'Jolly good,' said Donna.

Later, when they had drunk lots of beer and wandered down to the river.

'Oh my gosh,' said Donna, 'there really is a lot of people without any clothes on. I never imagined a hippie festival with nothing to do would inspire so many people to get naked.'

'Yes,' said Jim, 'Look at that man with his thingy all hanging out.'

'Never mind him,' said Donna, 'look at that women over there with her wibbly bits all a wobbling. What a frightful sight.'

'Pass me my sunglasses.' said Jim

'Why?' asked Donna.

'So I can have a better look without them all noticing I am staring,' said Jim

'Quite,' said Donna, 'You wouldn't get this in England. What is Johnny foreigner like. Pass me my sunglasses so I can have a better look while being subtle.'

'Should we do the same?' asked Jim. 'After all, we do want to fit in.'

'That is a good idea,' said Donna,' but how about if you take all your clothes off and fit in and I'll stay here and take photos.'

'Jolly good,' said Jim

THE END

'That wasn't a very good story,' said Donna

'Well then, it is just like a real Famous Five adventure,' said Jim