World War II is approaching at an alarming rate and Bertram attempts to comfort them both in one of the very few quiet nights that remain.
Jeeves has an unfortunate accident which leaves him bedbound . . . and unable to read to himself. Bertie, as always, comes to the aid of the party.
In the thick of the Great War, intelligence officer Reginald Jeeves is injured, and forced by circumstance to rely upon the help of hapless, well-intentioned medical orderly Bertie Wooster.
I relayed the information I’d so masterfully committed to memory in my youth, re: the prophet Elijah being taken up to heaven while still alive and in full possession of his faculties. I’d won a prize for Scripture-knowledge and so had details of this sort at my fingertips.
Bertie is dismayed to find that he rather likes the latest girl that Aunt Agatha is egging him on to marry.
Bertie's even more confused than usual when two lunatics who appear to know his valet show up in London.
BERTIE STOP THE MOST DREADFUL THING STOP THERE IS TO BE A BALL AT BRINKLEY COURT STOP H AND I SURE TO BE DISCOVERED STOP CALL UPON YOUR HELP STOP SOME SUBTERFUGE WILL BE CALLED FOR STOP H SAYS NO USE ASKING YOU BUT PERHAPS JEEVES STOP
I burst into the flat and, before I could yell out to Jeeves to explain the sitch, was hit whang in the beak with the most scrumptious smell that has ever tickled my nostrils.
AU: Bertie is a crocodile and Jeeves is a plover.
“A bit uncomfy this chair, what with all the pointy spiky whatsits."
The alien strode down the ramp, loomed over Jeeves, picked up a sandwich, sniffed it and made a noise like a disappointed tea-kettle. It threw it away and came towards us. Stopping by Gussie’s chair, it pulled out a clipboard and nodded curtly.
Existential questions are answered (badly). The action mostly takes place 3.8 and 13.7 billion years ago. Not sure if it's AU. There is lots of canon evidence for Jeeves being the Holy Spirit (omniscient, shimmering, manifesting from the void, "his wonders to perform" etc.) and anecdotal evidence from the cosmos is not inconsistent with a Woosterian aspect of God.
"Scripture-Wodehouse crossover in which the Deity’s personal Deity confronts a confounding physics problem, an aunt threatens a rift in the very the fabric of space-time, godheads are torn asunder, omnipotence is questioned, and the Darjeeling is perfectly brewed. "
We were saved, of course, or you’d be reading this in the obituaries column of the Times.
I mean to say… wings, old thing?
The Jeeves's incredible sensory array allows it to notice the slightest interference in its environment.
I gaped in horror at the four men who had suddenly appeared in my living room as they bickered over the strange device they held.
"This Victor chappie can certainly belt out a snappy tune, eh, Reg?"
“Yes, sir. The Venerable Thomas Dealty introduced the custom at St. Mary's Church in Swillington based on the Hindu custom of throwing rice at weddings.”
"Not in the safari pamphlet, as it were."