Heeheeeeeheheheee....
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Heeheeeeeheheheee....
:p :p :p :p :p :p :p BOO
Yooouuu isz the ooonehh thaaat zzet 'ofcourse' aren't yooouuuu.?!
YEZ;)
Yuuu izz tooo zeriiooouuusz. Gheett ouutt ov thisz threadd...
NO!:p
OOokkkaaayy theen.
Ooohh... MY BRAIN HURTS...
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WILL YOU STOP THAT BLOODY RACKET ! :mad:
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/fades away
Gumby Brain Specialist:
Close up on a sign saying `Harley Street'. Stirring music. Mix through to interior of a smart, plush, ever so expensive Harley Street consultieg room. The music smells and fades. Knocking at door, a short pause, then T. F. Gumby enters, backwards.
T. F. Gumby (Michael.) - Doctor! Doctor! DOCTOR! (he goes up to the antique desk and bangs the bell violently; he smashes the intercom and generally breaks the desk up) Doctor! Doctor! DOCTOR! DOCTOR! Doctor! Doctor! Where is the Doctor?
A pause. Then another door opens and another Gumby appears.
Gumby Specialist - (John) Hello!
T. F. Gumby - Are you the brain specialist?
Specialist - Hello!
T. F. Gumby - Are you the brain specialist?
Specialist - No, no, I am not the brain specialist. No, no, I am not...Yes. Yes I am.
T. F. Gumby - My brain hurts!
Specialist - Well let's take a look at it, Mr Gumby. Gumby specialist starts to pull up Gumby's sweater.
T. F. Gumby - No, no, no, my brain in my head. (specialist thumps him on the head)
Specialist - It will have to come out.
T. F. Gumby - Out? Of my head?
Specialist - Yes! All the bits of it. Nurse! Nurse! (a nurse enters) Nurse, take Mr Gumby to a brain surgeon.
Nurse - Yes doctor...
She leads Gumby out. In the background the specialist is grunting and shouting.
Specialist - Where's the `Lancet'?
Nurse (to T. F. Gumby) - He's brilliant you know.
Specialist - Where's the bloody `Lancet'? My brain hurts too.
Ambulance racing. `Dr Kildare' theme. Cut to operating theatre. The surgeon is not a Gumby.
Surgeon - (Graham) - (putting on Gumby props) Gloves... glasses...
moustache... handkerchief... (Gumby voice) I'm going to
operate!
We now see he is surrounded by Gumbys. T. F. Gumby is on operating table.
All -Let's operate.
They begin to use woodworking implements on T. F. Gumby.
T. F. Gumby - Hello!
Surgeon Gumby - Ooh! We forgot the anaesthetic!
Operating Gumbys - The anaesthetic! The anaesthetic!!
At that moment a Gumby anaesthetist comes crashing through the mall mith two gas cylinders.
Gumby Anaesthetist - I've come to anaesthetize you!!
He raises a gas cylinder and strikes Gumby hard over the head mith it. Bong. Blackness. Into the oblivion of animation.
I thought this was a sensible forum :(
:p
Wrong:pQuote:
Originally posted by Bonker Gudd
I thought this was a sensible forum :(
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA............
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I'm a looney! I'm a looney! Yeah!
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I always wanted to make a Looney Tune!