IT'S A POD UNGLULATE FROM THE PLANET MARS!!!
It would seem that sightings of the Loch Ness Camel (from outer space) have been in short supply as it's been away on holiday to distant galaxies¹ visiting relatives.
As ever, it returned from it's Summer hols on Saturday night, via it's Flying Saucer which was unfortunately seen by them there witnesses tanked up on whiskey and haggis.
Naturally, when space monsters invade, everyone comes out - Police, Coastguard, Lifeboats and the RAF in their Search and
Of course, they put out the now obligatory "It were a balloon. Or a hang-glider. Or a microlite. But not a pleasure you saw us from the Pleiades star system. 'onest, Guv!"
And quelle Febreeze - not a trace of balloon, hang-gliding microliters. No sign of "anything untoward" due to the transperambulation of pseudo-cosmic antimatter (precipitating a flexi-tagenital spatial interflux within the symbiotic parameters) invoking the Kingony cloacking device.
Still, if they can't spot a great big feck off pod plesiosaur from the planet Mars in a large expanse of scotchland watery depths, what chance have they of locating an invasionary force of dromedaries of the deep in big blue spacecraft that become invisibubble in the deep blue waters of the Loch?
¹ WHICH ONE OF THEM WAS IT THIS TIME? i'M GLAD THEY DON'T KNOW ABOUT THIS PLACE, THE GREEDY FAT CHOCOLATE THIEVING FUCKERS!
