A conversation

The main protagonists:

Tuffy Links - amateur surgeon liker. tree-sparrer. young, intelligent and meek.
Mickey Beast - room dentist. chiton trainer. loud, winsome and loyal.
Gnasher Jones - bench muso. Shakespearean dancer. talented, likeable and neat.
The 3 Wildebeest - tuning fork beholder. deep space gleamer. mysterious, bold and fleeting.
Lord Phantom - cafe owner. lux putter greeter. jolly, parlayer of fine tidings.

the conversation begins at a cafe on the roadside somewhere in metropolis.
Tuffy Links and Mickey Beast, best friends of many a year are drinking latte and eating a sundae each. George Phantom, the owner of the cafe and confidant is just joining them as business is slow at this time of morning...

'parlux and warmest greetings to you fine fellows'
'parlux and warmest greetings to you Lord Phantom' chime Tuffy and Mickey.
'how be the order of the day Lord Phantom' asks Tuffy.
'car-transporters and jilly beans all round. parlux for asking. how be the passing of the tides for you?'
'be it good and loyal to me' says Tuffy.
'i be too Lord Phantom' says Mickey. 'i request the air, be this may so?'
'parlux waits' reply Tuffy and Lord Phantom.

'my latest peek tar is apon you...'.
Mickey begins...

"gleaming trilobites ponder beets, but it is the
light of Samson that pokes the pickle jar for forkdom.
hey! Jate! Pigger moons owe the teals more than jowls.
Revving jo-jo cascades across the shadow of giblet say you?
Urbane jamboree is lathed and.
!Hockney spurs"

'my latest peek tar be thus'

'joyous accolades and envy of parlux be i' Lord Phantom shouts.
'beelux and parnay' Tuffy joyously says.

'be not my finest peek tar, but i lay it to the waves'

Along the street The 3 Wildebeest makes his way to our fine parlay. The 3 wildebeest is a joy to the sights and hear of his fancy fellows, yet an enigma bestills his presence with a wondering and slight of ether that makes you wonder if he is of thyne imagination.

'who's there?' Lord Phantom cries. 'nay, answer me. stand and unfold yourself!'
'long live Parlux' shouts The 3 Wildebeest in reply.
'The 3 Wildebeest?' calls Lord Phantom.
'he'

!a short roar of laughter from the fellows ensues.

'byzantine greetings all round to my fine fellows' cheerfully bellows The 3 Wildebeest.
'and unto you' the fine fellows reply.

'had tardis been with you, you would have happened Mickey's fine Peek Tar, The 3 Wildebeest' commented Tuffy. 'it be beelux and parnay'.
'indeed all of and but' included Lord Phantom.

'the way of parlux, did not wish to be it, i am forlorn but content with it's will' replied The 3 Wildebeest.

'what of Captain Klegg be the stirrings?' asks Tuffy.

'Captain Klegg?...be it fine dandy stirrings. a story ensues...' replied The 3 Wildebeest. '..dare i?'

'you dare, you dare!' howled the fellows with merriment.

'then i dare!'

'our colleague of the gin, he of steel buns, taker of fluids, and sphincter jestings, has nowt mis-aligned from parlux but is prodding on its shinings for not all to witness.
five tidings ago from thus, i was in parlay with the good fellow of told, post employ. as so and all we parlayed in great ether footings.
at the hand 30 past the 5 he requested ex-parlay and fleeted foot in the high times, no reason given thus.
same and same continue, curiosity breathing on my nape. musings jest my mind.
why so this be? Sire Klegg is not known for prediliction of the beats of time!
i the 3 Wildebeest wishful of mind and with eye to Anubis, fleeted foot in hidden shadow of Sire known.
Sire Klegg's pounding of the feet take me nae far to the house of light and magic, our destination many a night for the amuse and merriment.
but wait! Sire known not in the house to relax and wonder, nae, he be in employ!
Sire known is swallowed by the machinations of employ, so i being of free mind and beats of time do hereby grant mine with the delight of said house's gain.
be it more delight when happen apon friendly fellows Gnasher Jones, Sirloin Parsnip, Vermouth Tiller and Jane Hamilton.
ensuing amuse be 'Citizen Kane' so bun stove we take. dealy snips display forth. ticular dealy snip be 'Boddington's malt ale'. apon said dealy snip expiring who be this entering amuse space and extro-parlay...

"i like the look of yon Boddingtons...fleet foot me immediately to o'house aqua-ether vendor to delight in said malt ale'?"

be it no more than Sire Klegg of his own being!!'

Howling Jinn of raucous merriment ensue from the fellows Tuffy Links, Mickey Beast and Lord Phantom.

'be this not our Sire Klegg?' roars Lord Phantom in jest.

'by parlux do i swear so!' replies The 3 Wildebeest, '...be it so'.

'thyne mind cannot parlay the image of said Sire as extro-parlay tender. however it came forth from tongue of trusted and exhalted self, therefore i am in belief!' said Lord Phantom to The 3 Wildebeest.

'our fine fellow and chum of many a parlay is indeed an ethernaut of the extreme, i salute Sire Klegg!' exclaimed Tuffy links.

'be so' Lord Phantom and The 3 Wildebeest echoed.

enter Gnasher Jones, who arrives by trusty steed.

'fine greetings and parlux be with you one and all' exclaims Gnasher.

'parlux and dandy mightings to you'
'parlux and warm greetings'
'by the hammer of Thor we welcome you' say Tuffy, Lord Phantom and The 3 Wildebeest respectively.

'sense i have missed tardis, thyne faces are alight with musings' said Gnasher.

'indeed you have Sire Gnasher. a Peek Tar of fine style happened by Sire Beast and a jolly mono-parlux by Sire Wildebeest did pass. a great pity on thyne self we share' Lord Phantom replied.

'many a more we shall parlay in presence of all, i await time and happen' said Gnasher.

t.b.c..