Ninety-nine red balloons

Saturday evening, whilst we were busy doing nothing in particular, the house came under assault from alien invaders. We were being threatened from the skies and our attention was drawn to this impending disaster by Floyd who was valiantly trying to fend off the dastardly attempt on his home. He was aided and abetted in his ferocious barking by a rather confused Fletcher. Rushing to see what all the fuss was about, Joe and I sprinted to the garden where, low and behold...

They were obviously looking for virgins to carry off - waste of time here then...