Deep in the Henchmen's quarters of castle Wroggle a choir of snores filled the inky night air, whistling, beeping, grumbling snores. Fat man snores, skinny man snores. Sniffling snores. The two night guards stood facing away from each other staring silently into the black.
There was a rush of warm air then, followed by a pale green flash that broke into a fine dust. The guards hardly had time to notice what was happening when they slumped down onto the cold concrete and were soon snoring along with the rest of the choir. Nothing happened for a few minutes. The dust evaporated into night.

There was no change in the choir's song when a lanky shape moved across the quarters like a breeze. It stopped at two or three members of the henchmen's chorus and moved on - jerked back, and moved on again. Finally it stalled at a short, stumpy figure cuddled up against an bundle of bulky weapons.One of the night guards coughed, and mumbled "Henriett..a-a,Henriett..a-a" and fell back into snoring. There wasn't much time. A pale green fog enveloped the slumbering little fat henchman and there was another, much more spectacular, green burst of light that woke the guards and a couple of the henchmen who saw, or thought they saw a swirl of weapons and chainmail whisk up into the air and then into nothing. There was a glimpse of a face on top of the long grey shape, watery saucer shaped eyes on a frowning rather worried looking face. The face too swirled and vanished .

One of the night guards was awake now, he slapped his face, spat on the floor and cursed. He fumbled for a large battery opperated lamp and switched it on.

"Figgy?" one man said. "What in Great Moon would anyone want with Figgy?"

"Figgy?" said another "What was he doing here? He's been trying to get his official royal henchman's licence for years now."

"Agh! You know! He was visiting, wasn't he!" The other night guard was speaking now, massaging the back of his head with his fist. "You know what he's like, comes to visit us borrows arms and things off of us and likes to sleep with them, likes to sleep with his teddy bears! " He let out a great roar of a laugh. The others joined in, all awake now - even those who didn't know what was going on. A new tuneless choir of noisy laughter now filled the dirty yellowish light of the battery lamps.

"Fine lot of use he'll be to whoever that was - him and his teddy bears! Figgy and his teddy bears! Figgy and his teddy bears!"

The choir roared laughing, this time in almost perfect harmony.