Episode 320
Garry Sock's Wedding (5/15)
Fri 5 September 1980

Opening titles

Kevin

Greetings Poo junkies. Here now is your daily dose of poo plot.

High tension sound effect in background

Dr Poo in a dark dank cave, is being attacked by a huge green three headed slime covered Edwardian dressing table. Dana and Denis are mounted on a majestic snow white Arab in a three piece suit and Diablo socks who is roller skating them to the rescue.

(Sound effect stops)

But of course that piece of plot has nothing to do with this episode.

Dana

No, in this episode I'm preparing to go to my brother Garry's wedding; and Denis is escorting me.

Denis

Meow.

Dana

Have you ever been to a wedding before, Denis?

Denis

Meow.

Dana

O you were best cat at a friend's wedding, were you. Did you take good care of the ring?

Denis

Meow.

Dana

Oh yes; you've still got it.

Dr Poo

And I'm not here. I'm down the pub getting pissed out of my mind. Isn't radio fun.

Dana

Well you'd better hurry up Doctor, cause we gotta be back on Earth on time for the wedding.

Dr Poo

Just one for the road, Dana.

Dana

Now what'll I wear.

Kevin

How about your fireman's outfit, Dana.

Dana

Oh not for a wedding, Kevin. That's for bushfires and funerals. I could wear my big pink rabbit suit, except cousin Valerie's got one and she's bound to wear hers. I think I'll just wear my beautiful assistant outfit with matching handbag and the Oroton propellers.

Dr Poo

(Singing)

O Dana's brother's getting married in the morning...

Dana

Well there you are.

Dr Poo

O here I am. That's a relief. No point in staggering all the way home from the pub, only to discover I haven't got here. Ah ha ha. O Dana, you're not wearing that, are you? Why don't you wear your suit of armour?

Dana

It's still at the panel beaters.

Dr Poo

Oh! O Denis, I say, a leather tuxedo. That's very smart.

Denis

Meow.

Dr Poo

Well, if we're going formal, I'd better put on my dinner wet suit. Dana, have you seen my ruffle aqua lung and my patent leather flippers.

Kevin

OK gang. Dress up smart but act dumb so you can blend in with the rest of the guests at the next nuptial mass of Dr Poo-oo!

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Written by Lance Curtis, Geoff Kelso, Steve Johnston and Ken Matthews.
Transcribed by Phil from his own off-air recording.

Copyright is retained by the ABC, Triple J and Curtis, Kelso, Johnston & Matthews and no breach of copyright is intended by this reproduction.