The Great Universal Cuckoo Clock of Time (18/29)
Using his typical pooey logic, the Dr has deduced that the
seventh and final bit of the cutie of spam is some entertainer called Bob
Cutie of spam, Kevin?
Yes Dr, it's Tibetan for "the spare key of time".
How strange. I thought "cutie of spam" was Albanian for "can
I speak to the manager please?" You learn something every day.
Dr, what about the end of the universe?
No Dana, that's Congolese for "my dance party's all booked
up". But enough of this intellectual cross fertilization. To the job at hand.
Where do we find this Matt Dylan person, Dennis?
Sorry, Bob Dylan.
No I am not climbing over a fence to get into any rock 'n
roll display. That's dishonest. I'd rather steal some tickets.
Shouldn't we pay to get in?
At fourteen dollars a head, you must be joking. I know what we'll do; we'll materialise the TURDIS backstage. Let's go.
Sound of footsteps
In the twinkling of an Ayatollah, our heroes have
materialised backstage at a totally sold out Bob Dylan concert.
Sound of TURDIS landing
Ah this looks like the place. I don't think anyone noticed
the TURDIS materialising.
Ah Dr, remember that huge ship we had tied to the TURDIS?
What about it Dana?
Sound of ship's foghorn
Concert music in the background
So much for the element of surprise. Oo; someone's coming.
(Singing to the tune of Mr Tambourine Man)
Hey Mr Time Machine Man Have you materialised for me. I'm not
sleepy and there is no place etc. Take me on a trip upon your magic swirling
Rack off fuzz face; we're looking for someone important.
Trust the Dr to insult a great rock singer like Dylan Thomas.
Now he might cancel his guest appearance at the next episode of Dr Poo-oo!
Transcribed by Phil from an off-air recording made by Warren.
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