MORE BENIGN surrealism from the boys at Cosgrove-Hall. Titular subjects were avuncular citizens with large heads and tri-axled bodies dwelling in a sort of Antarctic-style two-tier community and ruled over by a King and Queen. Got repeatedly terrorised by a green, huge-chinned witch (Fenella), but always retaliated with a jovial orange Northern dragon called Chorlton Cumhardy in yellow T-shirt (“Tara, little lady!”). BRIAN TRUEMAN narrated in a variety of dazzling accents ranging from Lancastrian for Chorlton and Welsh for the witch to Irish and German respectively for her telescope (Reilly) and spell-book (Claptrap Von Schpilldebeanz, if you please), who frequently took the piss out of her failiures, only to be zapped. Fenella also called upon an army of spies in the form of spiky black balls and toadstools with eyes. Other points of order: strange method of locomotion Fenella used (popping up and down at random through the surface of the Earth); sexual tension between Chorlton and Fenella; and the curious forgettableness of the Wheelies (there was one called Scooter or something, a girl one with a bow, and, er…). Still, a job very well done.