Don't worry - all sorted out in a darkened room.

Went over to Badfort this morning to sort out this Badgertown Council Election mess.

"Why is it so dark in here?' I asked Beaver, as Hitmouse showed me into the ramshackle hall of the Badfort Crowd's castle.

"The King of the Badgers cut off our electricity didn't he! Miserable git was moaning about us not paying our bill!'

Hitmouse lit some Scob oil lamps, as Hootman handed out the cigars.

"So Unc, can you get some of his dwarfs on side?' declared Beaver.

I nodded "Yes, that should be no problem. I have promised them a couple of skyscrapers with luxury apartments - and a diamond mining concession. What about his badgers?"

'No sweat mate - quite a few of them are after some Scob fishing permits. Keen anglers, apparently, who like to while away their weekends messing about in boats." smirked Beaver.

"Enough, to swing it our way?'

"Oh yeah, easy."

I consulted my diary. "I can fit in being Mayor on Tuesdays and Fridays."

"O.K. Unc, I'll do Wednesdays and Thursdays and every other Monday. That suit you?'

Having sorted out the number of councillors we needed I returned to the Town Hall where Badger Macaroon had ensconced himself in the Mayoral Office.

Needless to say, I gave him a good kicking up.

After all, can't have a greasy little oik like that in charge of Badgertown can we?