Batastrophe!

I am sorry to have to tell you all that the scourge of Europe has returned from his holiday. Mister Squeaky came back this evening in a very foul mood indeed, apparently they had tried to detain him at the animal reception centre at Heathrow and one of the animal handers is currently in isolation at Porton Down believed to being treated for exposure to seven really nasty infections that you can get from Giant Rubber Goth Bats. In addition customs and excise have seized his bottle of turnip brandy and have demanded that he pay the duty for one litre of super unleaded rocket propellant.
Deep in the Carpathians they are now breathing a deep sigh of relief and unboarding all the windows....