Mom, where's the smoke coming from?

Sick and miserable and stupid. I bore myself to death, in this state, but what does it matter when there are Thunderbirds doing The Towering Inferno? Puppets and pyrotechnics. Puppets with five-o'clock shadows. Puppets breaking speed limits. Puppets passing out on the sopha.

Hm. I wonder if there's any Thunderbirds slash out there.