In his bid to discover the secret motivations of the inner machinations of the Whopper Corporation's Kak-Ronald's Burger Planets, the Doctor is attending a conclave of clowns, who have been made rebumburnt by the afore by to mentioned Whopper Corporation.
(CLOWNS - General murmur and horn blowing)
Brother clowns. The Kak-Ronald's burger bosses are our class
They've bought these automated robot Donald Kak-Ronald clowns
into the workplace and forced the real working clown out onto the street.
(Yells of agreement and horn blowing)
Clowns of the universe unite. You have nothing to lose but
the bearded lady's telephone number. Clowns
(Yells of agreement)
What is it brother Boozo.
I've got this Doctor bloke here, who says he can help us.
That's right. I believe I, Doctor Poo, can aid you in your
Then you may take the chair, comrade.
(Dr Poo falls over)
Ow, ooo ow.
Ha ha ha ha.
That's not funny. A person could hurt himself.
It's a trick chair. What's the matter? Don't you know how to
(Sounds of disbelief)
Can you make back flips?
No. But I can make eggflips.
What sort of clown are you?
I'm not a clown.
Paper lion tamer.
Wait, wait. You've got me all wrong.
He's a fifth columnist.
He's trying to us to infiltrate our movement.
No I'm not. I'm one of you. I come from a real working clown
background. I was cacked on by an elephant when I was only three.
Lies! You're a spy.
I a spy?
That's right. I a spy with my little eye, something beginning the ending of the episode preceding the next elephant stool of Dr Poo-oo!
Transcribed by Phil from his own off-air recording.
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