Twinkle was just out for a nice walk when a rip in spacetime opened just above her head and out began to pour a billowing, fanged Eldritch terror bent on consuming all life in its path (or as we call it in Edinburgh, "Tuesday").

Well, Twinkle isn't having that. Quick as you like she levels her walking stick and rams it forcefully into the interdimensional cuttlefish's gaping maw. Back into the screaming void with you, y'rotter!

(Wait, no. I've just been informed it's her umbrella. Her billowing, fanged umbrella.)

Height: 18cm