Mister Whippy

There's a very strange noise coming from the street outside and it's taken me more than a few minutes to realise that it's an ice cream van. The main reason for not instantly recognising it as the universal call for summertime salmonella is that it's clearly a gabba ice cream van as the tune is being played at about 300 bpm, either that or he's been supplementing the cornettos with a bit of sulphate on the side.
Oh hang on a minute - there's a very guilty looking Giant Rubber Goth Bat sneaking through the open window with a screwdriver in his mouth and a box of flakes clutched in his feet. And he'd so told me he was going to be good during solstice week too...