But then, one day, her dream had come true.

 She had bought the entire set in a car boot sale for 50p and sold the new format to Channel 5 who will buy anything.

 And here it was.
 The first edition of the new series.
.

 “Hello,” she giggled, “my name’s Christa and I’m going to annoy the hell out of you for the next hour by giggling at you non-stop.” She giggled again just to illustrate her point, then turned to a group of people standing beside her. “And now let me introduce you to our first team. They’re all pretty mean guys, so I hear.” She giggled again, but this time through nerves as a bald man cocked a big gun at her. “Ahh... this is the team captain..... John Daniels, isn’t it?”
  “Jean Daniel,” said the bald man as he fired his gun.
 
 Unfortunately, Christa had remembered to put her bullet-proof vest on that morning so she survived and continued to introduce the rest of the team.

 “And just in case Johnny here gets locked in a room -” she began.
 “Which I won’t do because I’ve got a bloody great big gun so I can blast my way out.”
 “....His vice-captain is here to take over if necessary,” Christa continued, turning the giggly annoyance up by one notch, “her name is Kitty McHaig -”
 “And I’ve brought my own exploding shells,” Kitty interrupted, holding up a gun twice as large as Jean Daniel’s.

 Jean Daniel scowled.

 “As I am the team captain,” He began, “it is only right that I should have the largest gun.”
 “It’s my gun,” scowled Kitty, “I brought it. If you wanted a bigger gun you should have got one yourself.”
 “I didn’t know I was going to be outgunned, did I?!!”
 “Well you know what they say, don’t you? Small gun, small.....”
 “Cassandra! Fetch the bigger gun!”

 Cassandra peered round and overpowered everyone with the intensity of the lipstick she’d gone overboard with earlier.

 “But I don’t have it,” she frowned.
 “What do you mean you don’t have it?”
 “You put it down your trousers this morning,” said Cassandra, “remember? To make it look as though you had a bigger -”
 “Yes, thank you, Cassandra,” yelled Jean Daniel, “that is quite enough from you.”
 “You asked!”
 “Excuse me,” interrupted Zak, “but does anyone want to see me shaving my beard off?”
 “No!” The collective cry rang out.

 Zak stuck out his bottom lip and began to sulk.

 “I was only asking,” he mumbled.
 “Uh, can we get on with the programme now, please?” Christa giggled nervously.
 “Not until I have my bigger gun,” said Jean Daniel as one hand plunged down the front of his trousers. It was a good couple of minutes before Jean Daniel realised the hand belonged to Zak and he quickly forced him to remove it by shoving a gun in his face.

 Unfortunately, the gun went off.

 Christa giggled one last time before the show got pulled from the air.

 “Zak soup, anybody?” she asked.

 Then the screen went blank.