In the interest of good taste, the so and so's of Dr Poo have
classified this episode over rated. Small children will only be admitted if
accompanied by a dry cleaning bag.
Tar and feather him.
Bar and tether him.
Spa and lather him.
Father and mother him.
you clowns, I'm on your side. I'm as much against this
Kak-Ronald's hamburger corporation as you are.
You're a spy. You're here to undermine our clown revolution.
Never! I have irrefootball proof that I'm a true comrade of
the working clown. Down with these trousers.
Yes, you may well go oo. For these long spiral underpants
were given to me by none other than that great clown, Punch Up himself.
He's right. Feel how funny the texture is.
O yeah, right.
Now Pinko, do you and your clowns believe me?
We believe, we believe.
(One horn blows)
Meanwhile, Dana is somewhere else on the same burger planet,
working undercover as a Donald Kak-Ronald robot clown.
O dear. This big red clown nose is really uncomfortable.
There, that's better. Are you alright down there in my baggy pants, Denis?
O alright. Hop out.
And I'll put you, um, under my orange wig.
Meow. Purr, purr.
That tickles, oh oh, Denis! Here comes a robot clown.
Hello, Donald 867. Tell me, why is your big red nose up there
on your forehead?
Um, o yeah. It was feeling itchy, Donald number ...
But we robots do not have the itch function. Your circuits
are in error. I will remove your head and fix it for you.
O your wig is malfunctioning.
Oh no. What a predicament. And I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for that dumb Dr Poo-oo!
Transcribed by Phil from his own off-air recording.
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