LONDON, UK - In a shocking turn of events that sent Londoners running for their doilies, famed international producer "Mad Max" Maxington, renowned for his blockbuster films like "Spaceships in Buckingham" and "The Queen's Surprise Visit to the Planet Zog," took over the city with a dramatic display of eccentricity, disrupting the age-old tradition of afternoon tea and declaring himself the "Lord and King of Big Ben." Unfazed by the populace who were midway through their Earl Grey and mild panic, Mad Max arrived with an entourage of bedazzled drones in a fiery spectacle that would put a Guy Fawkes Day celebration to shame. "I hearby declare myself the undisputed lord and ruler of Big Ben! From today, I command the progression of time across this great city," roared the flamboyant producer, floating perilously on a gold-encrusted drone above the iconic clock tower. Inciting public outcry, the sudden change of pace in the heart of the city caused many to spill their beloved Darjeeling, splat their scones, and in a most unfortunate incident, caused Mrs. Doris Appleby to choke on her cucumber sandwich out of sheer surprise. Waving a ridiculously oversized prop crown, Maxington declared that he "didn't just come to taste the English Breakfast Blends or nibble scones." Many saw this as his unorthodox way of promoting his upcoming film, "Time Czar: The Big Ben Encounter", a sci-fi erotic thriller starring a who's who of Hollywood A-listers. Away from the tea-soaked pandemonium, our beloved Queen responded by hosting a small gathering at Windsor Castle, humorously suggesting guests to "hold onto their sandwiches." "There goes the neighborhood," her Majesty joked, sparking laughter among the priveleged few, despite the general trembling of the nation. In the midst of the absurdity and chaos, the heartbreak lay not in the momentarily distracted teatime, nor in Mad Max's dubious claim to royalty. The sorrow was instead found in the utter silence that emanated from our national symbol, a symbol of pride for decades. For the first time since World War II, Big Ben was silenced... dwarfed by the echoing grandeur of Mad Max's fantastical declarations. As the city adapts to the new reign of "King Max", the police force, instead of restoring order, have been caught up in the spectacle themselves. Word around town says they've been armed not with tasers, but with tea leaves and cucumber sandwiches, preparing for a counterstrike that promises to be nothing short of epic. As we go press, the Mayor of London, the city's Tea Association, and representatives from various scone factories are planning an exceptional coup d'etat - a sophisticated tea party with the biggest Victora Sponge Cake ever baked. The mission? To lure Mad Max away from Big Ben and restore sanity to the city. "Storms may disrupt our tea. Arrogant producers may claim our landmarks. But the British spirit will never be subdued. We shall reclaim Big Ben before the next pouring of tea," vowed Harold Kettleton, head of the London Tea Association. Until then, Londoners can only hope that their afternoon tea will no longer be interrupted by grandiose declarations of monarchy. As for Mad Max, his future as the "King of Big Ben" seems as steady as a one-legged corgi working on a tightrope.