|During their holiday, the children spent all day,|
every day in the creche...
|Whilst their parents sailed...|
|...and played tennis.|
|By night, the children were put to bed...|
|and left alone.|
|Whilst their parents dined...|
|and got jiggy.|
|A sticker book to read...|
|...and a sofa to play on? Alone.|
|Despite 'regularly checking'...|
|...a wicked, swarthy abductor hid in the shadows.|
|And during one of her checks...|
|...the mother found an empty bed...|
|and smashed, broken, jemmied shutters.|
|(Rewind - the shutters were undamaged)|
|The child had vanished.|
|'They've taken her' she screamed... from the balcony? flat? restaurant?|
|And while the staff, residents and holidaymakers|
searched high and low for the little girl...
|the parents and their friends stayed in the apartment...|
|...deleted their messages and made phone calls.|
|Where was the child? She had simply vanished.|
|The 'wider agenda' made a swift appearance.|
|Command Centre was drafted.|
|Those pesky posters.|
|And that damn disgraceful cop.|
It's time to face the music
It's time to make it right.
Go on - if the Muppets can do it, then what's the problem?