... The story so far...

Biggies, Algy and Ginger, have entered an acrobatic contest. A combination of skill, guts, and sheer determination has seen them through to the final round - Wing Walking. At this point, however, they realise that the opposition is something to be reckoned with! Now read on...
'I say, Chief,' Algy espostulated, 'Look at what those chaps are up to!'
'Bloody Oiks,' said Ginger. 'From Hornchurch or some such outlandish place.'
'Careful, Ginger,' said Biggies, nonchalantly tapping out his pipe on the propeller of his Sopwith Camel, 'Hornchurch has got a damned fine pedigree - served there myself in the last bash.'
'Well, maybe, Guv'nor, but just look at them, leaping about on the wings of their kite without a care in the world. And what's the idea of the bells on their legs and the girly handkerchiefs?'
'Actually, Ginger, They're Morris dancers,' said Biggies. 'Fine upstanding body of men, don't y'know. I say, just look at what the daring blighters are up to now...'
As Biggies spoke, the two Morris dancers atop their Tiger Moth executed a graceful full caper just as their aircraft swooped low over the airfield, plumes of blue and yellow smoke billowing from its tail.

'Gosh, Chief,' gasped Algy, 'we don't stand a chance against those rotters!'
'All's not lost, my fine friends,' said Biggies, a twinkle in his steely blue eyes. 'I just happen to have a copy
of "The Boys' Own Book of Morris Dancing" in the pocket of my flying suit. We can beat them yet, I'll be bound.'
So saying, Biggies gesticulated to Algy to join him as he clambered gracefully onto the top of the plane's upper wing.
'Right Ho, Ginger!' Biggies cried exultantly, 'Take her up!'
'But Chief,' Ginger protested, 'you haven't even got the anchor straps on your feet yet.'
'Never mind all that nonsense. Are we, men or mice? Now come on, Ginger, Tally Ho, what?'
'Jolly good, Guv'nor. Off we go then.'
Ginger gunned the throttle and the Sopwith hurtled along the runway with Biggies resolutely standing atop its wing whilst calmly thumbing through his Boys' Own Book of Morris Dancing.
'Here we are, Algy old bean,' shouted Biggies above the rush of the wind and the roar of the mighty engine, 'I've got just the dance here to put us one up on those stinkers from Hornchurch. Now simply do exactly as I say.'
So saying, Biggies took Algy through a series of complex manoeuvres embracing galleys, single, double and full capers, all to cheers and gasps of admiration from the awestruck spectators below.
'Right ho, Algy, nearly through. Now for the last figure. Pay close attention because this one's a particularly tricky little swine.'
'Jolly good, Chief. By the way, what's the name of this dance?' 'Something called "Glorishears", it says here. Now the last figure involves a leapfrog so bend over, old chum.'
So saying. Biggies placed his hands atop his companion's arched back and launched himself into space...
'Oh shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit,' said Biggies surprisedly.
Can Biggies survive his daring leap into space?
Can the chums still win the contest?
Don't miss next week's episode to find out...
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