But wait! The warming oven doors are open, and there are no crumpets inside! In the distance can be heard feline sniggering as all the Siamese cats march briskly toward the docked cruise ship, small rucksacks on their backs bulging with stolen crumpets. Behind walk the old lady and the African, rather full of delicious crumpets and feeling a bit drowsy.
The ship heads out across the ocean, its hold stuffed full of lovely butter in special refrigerated storerooms.
Sounds of snoring emanate from one of the portholes.
The Crumpet Pirate Ship toots a cheeky farewell as it disappears over the horizon.
But it may return another time...