It was an average day on Farm Planet. Warble Bowties was hanging with a stack of hay but that was kinda weird 'cause the stack of hay was his cousin. Suddenly he heard a rather sexy "waiom waiom waiom" and he looked up to see a huge Dalek spaceship hovering overhead. Warble watched his world turn to chaos as people ran to and fro screaming.

'Help! We need the Order of the Phoenix!"

"Wait no, they're dead....."

"The Riders of Rohan -"

"Nope, dead too."

"The knights of the Intergalatic Round Table -"

"Dude they've been dead years...."

"Well fuck this!"

Warble Bowties tried to block out the screams and shouts of fellow Farm Planters as inspiration dawned on him.

"I know! We need the Galactic League of Extraterrestrial Exploration! We need the G.L.E.E.! We need the.......STARSHIP RANGERS!"

He ran to the nearest phonebox and snatched the phone from a tall man in a dazzling red fez.

"What in the name of dead wizard god are you doing?!" the man yelped.

Warble Bowties was about to yell back when he caught sight of an elegant black bowtie threaded through his collar. Warble stared at it before glancing back up at the man and nodding approvingly.

"Apologies good sir..... I did not realise that I was in the company of one of my own..." Warble said adjusting his own magenta accessory.

"I understand completely, feel free to make use of my..... Telephone.... Any time you please..."

Warble dialled the intergalactic emergency number, 696969.

"WE NEED THE STARSHIP RANGERS! SEND THE STARSHIP RANGERS!"

No sooner had he finished his sentence, did the large exploration pod materiialise right next to where he was standing.

The door banged open and a ramp was lowered. Warble's eyes widened at the outline of a man that was clearly visible against the glowing light of the pod behind him. The figure flicked his hair in slow mo. Warble slipped a pair of pink sunglasses from his pocket to protect his vision as the man spoke.

"You called?"