Day 12, Venom.

The final step. Mr A clearly reckoned without Fox and his crack fighting chaps. The maze barely slowed us down, thanks to that old bit of advice I remember about the Aitch-Cee - don't keep going one way or the other or you'll come to grief or the centre, I forget which. The old Ess-Bee-Cee-Ay-Esses were ridiculously easy pickings for chaps versed in the secret technique, and the big cheese wasn't any trickier. Then it was a leisurely stroll back to the hangar where, finally working with one accord, Peppy, Falco and I took Slippy round the back and kicked his face off and broth. Crossword and bed.