"Oh, no," said Kidz, "It's a loud Bing!"
"It's OK," said Marple, "We can use him to escape!"
"What pointlessly-contrived piece of deux ex machina do you have for us today?" sighed joranj.
"His name is Chandler. Chandlers make candles which have wicks; get him to make us two candles and we'll have two wicks, and we all know that there's nothing happier than a dog with two wicks. The joy of having two wicks will make Hefe so happy that he will spontaniously explode, hopefully dropping us softly to the ground less than half a mile from wherever we need to be to advance the plot." She beamed, proudly.
Half an hour later, Miss Marple and her companions breathed fresh air for what seemed like the first time in months. Chuncks of splattered dog festooned the landscape. Fortunately the annoying one from Friends died when he got his head stuck in an exploding dog's spleen.
"I can't believe that worked," said Loweko.
"The more contrived the better," said joranj. "Now, where's TimePie?"
Miss Marple pulled out Mr Day's Penknife. The Temporal Crust Locator attatcment said PING.
"The Temporal Crust Locator says he's close. But the Spondaniously Assembled Army attachment is also..." There was a whir and a clank, and Miss Merple's head fell forward.
"Curses!" said joranj, "she's out of juice again. Now we'll never know what she was about to say about a spontaniously assembled army bearing rapidly down on our location. Oh, well, it probably wasn't important anyway."
Melvin cackled at the head of his spontaniously assembled army - he'd made it out of Lego, and while he found the faces moulded onto their cylindrical heads rather disturbing he still admired the utility of being able to pull them apart and reassemble them into more aesthetically pleasing configurations. There was nothing worse than an army constructed out of children's toys without any sense of haute coiture.
He was off to crush TimePie and at last claim the Marpleverse for his own. Too long he had been a bit-player! Too long as a henchman, existing only for a cheap laugh! Now he had a nightclub, and toughs of his own, and his own fashion label, and Miss Marple and the rest of the TCP were dead and eaten by a giant dog! All he had to do was find and kill his former master, and this world would be his at last.
He allowed himself a small evil cackle before flipping open his PDA. One the 'To Do:' list were two things:
2. Take over world
With quiet satisfaction he ticked off the first line. So hard was he concentrating he quite failed to notice the giant exploding dog in the woods nearby...