LONDON

"Cor blimey, guvna! Look at them two tarts in the altogether! You don't see somethin' like that every bleedin' day!"

The pair of chimneysweeps turned their heads to watch as Bonnie and Susie sprinted through the grimy streets of London, in the year 1899. Women in long dresses clucked their tongues disapprovingly as the pair of naked women splashed through puddles and ducked around lamp posts. Men in top hats leered at their lovely fleeing bottoms, after checking to make sure the women weren't looking.

"Where are we?" panted Bonnie, running beside Susie.

"Victorian England, I think!"

"How?"

"I don't know!"

They sprinted three times around Piccadilly Circus, clutching their bodies to shield their charms from the hooting streetsweepers, oystermen and various Dickensian caricatures who watched them pass, before ducking into a nearby pub for safety. Tragically, the pub was full of rough-hewn working men and not a few irate suffragettes, who didn't let them go out the other end without considerable pinching.

"How do we get home?" yelled Bonnie.

"I don't know that either!"

"Come on! You're supposed to be the smart one!"