You naughty person.
But it’s my only line!
First word shout?
It’s…
Lookout of the Yard!
Ah, you’re not going to catch me with an old one like that. Right let’s reconstruct the crime. Constable you be Inspector Tiger.
Yes! Policemen make wonderful friends. So if you are over six feet tall and would like a friend, a pen friend, in the police force, here is the address to write to: ‘Mrs. Ena Frog, 8 Masonic Apron Street, Cowdenbeath’.
Remember – policemen make wonderful friends. So write today and take advantage of our free officer. Thank you. And now for the next sketch.
Caption: ‘SOMETHING SILLY’S GOING TO HAPPEN’
So, um, do you want to come back to my place?
Hello. 'Ow are you? I’m fine. Welcome to a new half-hour chat show in which me, viz the man what’s talking to you now, and Brooky - to wit my flat mate - and nothing else, I’d like to emphasize that - discuss current affairs issues of burning import.
Camp it up!
I’m sorry. I’m afraid I’ve caught poetry.
A horse, a horse, my kingdom for a horse.
Get back in the cupboard you pantomimetic royal person.
Morning, madam, I’ve come to read your poet.
Chuff, chuff, chuffwoooooch, woooooch! Sssssssss, sssssssss! Diddledum, diddledum, diddlealum. Toot, toot. The train now standing at platform eight, tch, tch, tch, diddledum, diddledum. Chuffff chuffffiTff eeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaa Vooooommmmm.
Michael, do you think you know what a larch tree looks like?
Number one. The foot.
You’re no fun anymore.
Well… why are we paying for the watch?