Mr. Ketchup was ready and waiting for the first tram to run to the Burgh Street airport. It had been years of utter chaos with all the road works and the endless track being laid on every road in Butterworth town. ‘About time too - my feet are killing me’ said Ketchup. ‘Yes,' answered a bleary eyed Haggis. ‘Oh I do wish that these people would stop shoveling’ snapped Ketchup. ‘Be patient otherwise we’ll all land up on the floor’ said Haggis. ‘It’s hardly surprising, look at everyone all packed in like sardines.’ groaned Ketchup. ‘Oh Mr Ketchup why do you have to complain about the least wee thing? Torn-face Tomato frowned.
The tram took ages before reaching the first station, and poor old Ketchup was desperate for a cold drink. He certainly looked annoyed in fact he seemed like he'd pass out at any second. No one could get moving and soon it would be time for the journey to end. But oh dear Mr. Ketchup felt dizzy and stars were floating in front of his eyes. Slowly he lost his balance and landed on the next lot of passengers, knocking them to the floor. Haggis looked like he’d seen a ghost. Well as you can imagine it wasn't a good experience for Mr Ketchup and his friends. The conductor stopped the tram while the other passengers got off in disgust making complaints to the conductor. Mr Ketchup slowly came around while Haggis returned with a glass of cold water. ‘Eek ...what happened, my head feels a bit funny moaned Ketchup. Neaps and Haggis hardly had time to explain when the ambulance arrived to take him to the hospital. Mr. Ketchup made a big fuss about lying on the stretcher but Haggis insisted on it. He lay wincing all the way to the hospital because of all the bumpy roads. They shouldn't have spent all of that money on the trams - it was shocking. It would have been far better to fix all these holes in the road he thought to himself.
After a long day Mr Ketchup climbed into bed and fell fast asleep. The very next morning the incident appeared in the local newspaper. The transport department were blamed for overcrowding the tram. The council were looking into the health and safety rules. Due to the very serious injuries that poor old Ketchup had suffered, he would be in line for a huge pay out or so he thought. It wasn't until the first hearing in the court that he realised it would only be a pittance. Well I might have known it was too good to be true. He thought If they think that they can fob me off with sweets then they have got another coming. He smirked. ‘What do you have in mind Haggis?’ he said looking worried." ‘Just you wait and see’ said Ketchup grinning.
The very next day Ketchup got up early and he had written half a dozen letters to very important people. One too the prime-minster to start with. Within a matter of a week he received the letter that he longed for, inviting Ketchup to the prime-minister’s office. Mr Ketchup couldn't find his best suit, ‘Oh bother he thought the only one I do have has shrunk at the legs. It looks like my cat has died in them.’ he wailed. ‘Oh just look at you’ laughed Neaps and Haggis. ‘Why are you laughing at me?’ frowned Ketchup." ‘You're going dressed like a *****’ he roared with laughter. ‘You do look rather strange Neaps’ he said and looking away trying not to laugh again. ‘Well I suppose so if you say so’ he nodded. ‘Look why don't you all come down to mine, and I’ll sort you out smiled Torn-Faced Tomato.
Mr Ketchup couldn't believe what he was hearing, had Torn-face turned over a new leaf or maybe she had a soft spot after all. Half an hour later Ketchup looked fit to see the queen, neatly dressed in a tweed jacket with matching trousers and a white shirt with a green tie. He looked ever so smart. Ketchup whistled but oh dear he never noticed the cat tail and went flying, landing right in the cats dinner. Oh dear it looks like Mr Ketchup won't be going anywhere for the time being..... What do you think?