And it looks like this.
Tonight Ethell the Frog examines the rise to power of the Piranhas, the methods they used to subjugate rival gangs and their subsequent tracking down and capture by the brilliant Superintendent Harry ‘Snapper’ Organs of Q Division. Doug and Dinsdale Pirenha were born, on probation, in this small house in Kipling Road, Southwark, the eldest sons in a family of sixteen.
I’m, I’m afraid there’s been a mistake. The man who has been speaking to you is an impostor. He is not in fact the Bishop of East Anglia, but a man wanted by the police. I am the Bishop of East Anglia and anyone who doesn’t believe me can look me up in the book.
Every time I try to talk to someone it’s ‘sorry this’ and ‘forgive me that’ and ‘I’m not worthy.
Rumpletweezer ran the Dinky Tinky shop in the foot of the magic oak tree by the wobbly dumdum bush in the shade of the magic glade down in Dingly Dell. Here he sold contraceptives and ·… discipline?.. naked? …
Oh I’m awfully sorry, my suit seems to keep catching fire.
It’s not even a proper nose! It’s polystyrene.
Well, all good things must come to an end, and that’s all for this week. But to close our programme, Dame Irene Stoat, who celebrates her eighty-fifth birthday this month, reads one of her most famous poems.
People on television treat the general public like idiots.
Well, speaking as the man in the street, I…. aiyeee! :: run down by car ::
Quiet. Quiet. Now wait a minute. I have already warned this program about infringing the Army copyright of our slogan ‘It’s a pig’s life – er, man’s life in the modern army’. And I’m warning you if it happens again, I shall come down on this program like a ton of bricks… right. Carry on sergeant major.
This year our members have put more things on top of other things than ever before. But, I should warn you, this is no time for complacency. No, there are still many things, and I cannot emphasize this too strongly, not on top of other things.
My brain hurts!
Squad! Camp it… UP!
Sorry mum.
I want to be on the television.
Are you suggesting coconuts migrate?
Oh, I don’t know ---- AAAAA!
Of course I can talk, Mother. I’m the Minister for Overseas Development.
Well, things turned out all right in the end, but you musn’t ask how 'cos it’s naughty. They’re all married and living quite well in a council estate near Dulwich.