Not even the threat of having to go for the weekly shop with his Mum could ruin Cliff’s afternoon as he had his rather dapper new Walkman with all his favourite songs on one cassette. Aha were massaging Cliff’s ears as he patiently followed his Mum by reading his fave music and TV magazine Have a gawp.
The comic strip Mucker’s luck was engrossing Cliff as Grabber had challenged Mucker to a daring trolley race. Cliff closed his eyes as Mucker’s trolley with it’s wobbly wheel was whizzing past the corner. Oh how he wished he could be like Mucker. A cheeky good hearted rascal who was loved by all the girls.
A huge pencil drawn hand emerged out of the cauliflowers and tapped a startled Cliff on the shoulder. It’s finger beckoned Cliff to follow as he jumped into the chest freezer of fish fingers. Suddenly Cliff was a pencil drawing himself although his t-shirt was admittedly tight as it showed off his manly beer gut.
That was forgotten about as Mucker gave Cliff a cheeky wink as the pair danced merrily away although Cliff had all the moves of a awkward Uncle at the family wedding. However the big race was on with the dastardly Grabber hunting high and low for Cliff and Mucker as they legged it around the corners of the cartoon frame.
It was perfect timing as they jumped into the next frame with Cliff squeezed into the trolley with a gasping Mucker jumping on top as the gun started. As the trolley’s raced around the corner Grabber stupidly tried to barge Cliff and Mucker off the road. The weight of Cliff saw Grabber crash off the road with Cliff letting a huge chuckle as they came first in the race.
Poor old Mucker fell out as a yelling Cliff couldn’t stop the trolley as it hit a rock sending a flying Cliff soaring into the air and out of the pages.
There was a huge scream as the Citizen Cliff family spluttered on their tea with Granny almost fainting as Cliff flew out headfirst of the television.
‘You stupid boy,’ Cliff’s Dad yelled. ‘You’ve scared the living daylights out of your Mum and Granny.’
‘But the son always shines on TV,’ Cliff gurned.
Cliff’s Dad smiled like a medieval torturer as he lightly tapped the demon slipper against the palm of his hand. ‘Something else will be shining boy,’ and with that a sobbing Cliff was given ten of the best before being sent to his room.