I was escaping from France, you see, not sure why but the bloody natives didn't like me.....might've involuntarily made a gesture with two fingers.....keep doing that when I see fro- frenchi- French people, there we go

anyway, they were chasing me, so, taking cover from the volleys of moldy cheese (bloody dangerous stuff, that) I had to come up with a plan to escape.....all I had left was a packet of French cigarettes, I'm not even sure how they'd got there, they must've sneaked them into my pocket, anyhow, using half the packet I tied the cigarettes together and made a rope, and caught a stray kangaroo which was passing, probably as lost as I was.

At this point the French ran out of moldy cheese and began to charge armed with stale French sticks, so my time was limited. Anyway with nothing else left I decided to light the cigarettes I had left all at once. The explosion left a huge crater, and and next thing I knew I was on the moon, with a very confused kangaroo.