Boris hauled himself to a party.
Wore his police helmet and hi vis jacket (no mask, as per).
He spluttered through a cigar shaped whistle and insisted everyone go home.
Curled up in the corner and awaited the big arrival.
Cumslap revved up the driveway, threw his ABBA cassette at Boris and told him to spin up the stereo.
Invited Groovy and the lads over to celebrate the acquisition.