Tintin and the Quiff

Disclaimer: Moral obligation goads me to say that I don't own Tintin, Snowy and the owner of the Russian clothes-shop from Tintin au pays de Soviets. And do you really think I'd stoop so low as to own a once-living couple? RIP Herge and Germaine. Plus, Russian fans (If any) will please not be offended by the way I've written the man's broken English, cos that's how it appeared in the book's English translation.

"What the...!" Tintin could not believe his eyes.

"Very bes'! za iz hansum, сэр!" the owner of the clothes-shop was saying enthusiastically.

But Tintin wasn't listening. He wasn't focused on how dashing and swarthy he looked in the red and blue Soviet suit he'd tried on. On his face was a terrified expression and on his head...hisfringe! It was all sticky-uppy! This is not what he looked like before he left Brussels. This can't be right, he thought, Ce n'est pas moi!

"My hair!" he exclaimed in dismay, running a finger tentatively over the rather annoying tuft. "What on earth could have done this?"

"Vy, za ztile zuts you!" the shop owner complimented the quiff.

Tintin contemplated his funny reddish-blond tuft, trying to get used to this new fixture in his life. He tried to flatten it and he succeeded...only for it to spring up again with a BOING! Tintin tried a few more times to flatten it, still failing. He stared a hole into the mirror in defeat. Well, he finally thought, I do look rather good with it. Somehow looks like an invisible hand made of hairspray just came and...

Wait. Hair. Spray. Spray. Breeze. That's it!

Tintin finally put two and two together. "It must have been that breeze we felt, when Milou and I escaped from those Germans!" he exclaimed aloud. "It did put quite a pressure on my face and hair, after all." Tintin then snapped back to reality and paid the shop owner for the new suit. Then he chucked his old, torn Belgian rags into the nearby bin and stepped out of the store, whistling and thinking, Wonder what Herge and Germaine would think.

Tintin could have wondered what the entire nation of Belgium would have thought. When our favourite duo came home and settled down from their adventures in Russia, Germaine Remi just couldn't stop fussing over that darned quiff for a whole terrifying two weeks! She eventually gave up, though. Georges just laughed out a subtle compliment and turned to his precious drawing board.

And guess what topped the fashion trends of Belgium for a year and a half? The Terrific Tintin Tuft became the newest hairstyle for rebellious teens of Belgium in the late twenties and early thirties.

Fin

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