CRUNCH BOY #3 Oiks

Dear Chrissy-Chrissy Nice Face,

I have a problem.
Well, six problems to be exact. A gaggle of noisy teenagers have been gathering outside my house for about a week now. They spent most of their time spitting, snarling and swearing. I can't see their faces because they wear hoods.
They are like six sports-wearing Grim Reapers, frightening the old folk that live in my street and helping to distract me from my various projects. I have decided that action must be taken, if not for me then for the poor old dears too scared to leave their dwellings. Once again, it's down to Crunch Boy to right the wrongs and protect the innocent.My first plan of action was to dig out my old 'Oik Harpoon'.
It's a long thin rod that is good for poking and spearing foes. I put it all together and fed it through my letter box. I gave one of the trolls a good, hard prod. He didn't know what to do. I managed to pierce his tracksuit top much to his chagrin. He didn't know what hit him! Once again, Crunch Boy was way too quick to be caught. I was tempted to do it again. Perhaps I could draw blood. I decided not too....how do you stop from there?
They moved away from the corner. The wounded and confused oik limped off with his pack and I chuckled the sweet chuckle of victory.
It was almost too easy. I didn't have to go to Plan B! You can rest a little easier now, old gimmers, Crunch Boy has saved the day.

CRUNCH BOY 1 LOUTS 0

If they come back tommorow I will use the 'Spanner Cannon' or perhaps utilise the 'Shock-a-dile' I'm seeing my good friend Soft Dennis tommorow. A chance to wag chin with an old and amusing friend.

I'm sure he will love my story as much as you have.

With highest regards,

Crunch Boy