When a talking lump appears on her arm before she's even eaten breakfast, Millicent realizes today might not be just another day at the office. Transported from her kitchen table in Bristol to the surface of Blargthon-Six while still in her slippers, armed with nothing but her wits and a less-than-helpful tour guide embedded in her own forearm, Millicent's about to blarg like she's never blargged before (she hasn't) to make it back to Earth in one piece (preferably minus the lump, too).