Dreams

Rough Types and a Duck I'm living at mum and dad's and I have my old bedroom. I go out one night and encounter a number of 'rough' types hanging around. They seem to be friends of Carl's. I get home and go to bed. The next day, I go out again, but when I come home everything in my bedroom has been stolen, including the sheets and pillow cases off my bed. I'm frantic. It's finally happened: what will I do without all my 'companions'? I tell mum and dad, and suggestions are made. I'm very sure it's the rough types I saw the night before who did it. Although it's late, I decide to ring the cops. Problem is, I keep ringing the wrong number. The scene shifts and I'm being escorted around this very green, very tropical kind of island in search of a certain duck - yes, a duck! I tell my guide the duck can do a special dance, and the guide runs off and brings back a duck he says does the dance. But I say no, the duck I'm looking for also can play the harmonica. My guide then has an insight and says that he knows exactly who I'm looking for. There's a duck who fits the bill (yuk, yuk!) on another island. In order to get there he enlists the help of a crew of pirates who have a ship. When I meet the pirates I realise they're the roughs who stole the stuff from my bedroom.