Smithers my old sausage. Finally you have thrown your ring into the ring! What what!

Tis awfully fab to see you here at last. The TMT warmly welcomes you with open arms

Now the serious stuff what what!

I am on a fact finding mission in the Indian ocean for the next 2 weeks, tracking the diabolical hun and their wolf pack through the tropical waters. It is a filthy job I know, but this one came straight from the one and only K.C! And as one of his closest cohorts I accepted the mission with the raise of a glass of Dandelion & Burdock and jolly robust HURRAH!

Whilst I am Wolf tracking, your team needs you to be on the sharpest of sharp look outs for any kind of Hun infiltration, which they may try through the Alpha Zulu Quadrant. It is dispicable I know, but the Hun may think that the TMT defenses are down. It's up to you Smithers old boy.

I have left a Narf Grommit Sniffer in the secret location along with several flange grenades and a dozen belts of danglebeery 0.50 ammunition. If you still have the Bazooka Joe, you could always use that if pushed, but I still don't trust that damned yankee tin thing! What what.

Smithers, the TMT are proud to have you aboard, defend it's honour with the greatest priority possible. Because without the TMT being on the highest of all high things from highville alert, the beloved "Sqaudron" could come under attack. And I for one do not want to face the Wrath of the Squadron Leader and Krud Simpleton. I have total faith in your levels of honour, integrity and derring doo. Go give to the Hun young Smithers, as the old saying goes..... Attack is often the best form of defense! What what!

For the Squadron, for Queen & Commonwealth, for Wagon Wheels and all other Burton Biscuits! HURRAH!!!! And a quadruplet of hurrah's HURRAH HURRAH HURRAH HURRAH!

Chocks........awaaaaaaaaaay!