British Comedy Guide

Skit Comp 22 - 29.6.12

Good stuff and sorry for being a tad late with the results. Melanie C's been photographed in pyjamas and my nads have not had a day off since. Best of all it's for charity so I don't have to feel guilty afterwards.
Anyway, thanks for entering and congratulations to SHANDONBELLE for winning. Get ludicrously yet legitimately poo-faced and PM me for next week's topic.
Hence:

Votes - Points - Name
3 - 10 - Shandonbelle
2 - 5 - Gappy
1 - 1 - Overlay

Your new subject: SCIENCE-FICTION (chosen by Steve Sunshine)

Rules:
One entry/vote per person. Anyone can enter regardless of colour, sexual preferences or inside leg measurement, except the kid at school who pooed in my lunchbox, I know who you are.
Can be a sketch, joke, lyric or anything else as long as it's original and vaguely linked to the topic. Please try and only post your entry/vote and no other posts.
You can edit your entry as much as you want, up until the closing time.

Competition Closes: 29.6.12

Overall Leader Board is now:

Points - Position - Name

25 - 1 - Shandonbelle
21 - 2 - Gappy
17- 3 - Overlay
16 - 4 - Steve Sunshine
10 - 5 - Ishy, Michael Monkhouse
6 - 6 - AngieBaby
5 - 7 - Otterfox
1 - 8 - Shirl the Whirl, JackDaniels2, Nigel Kelly

PS Check out the hall of fame in the thread called, um, Hall of Fame.

[Door opens]

HEAD OF DRAMA: Oh. Winstone. Err, I don't thik we had a meeting booked...?

WINSTONE: Yes, lovely thanks, I'll have an espresso. So, I heard you were looking for some new drama for the channel next season, and here I am!

HOD: Mmm-hm.

WINSTONE: I have got a brilliant little idea for you; seriously, it's so heroically awesome, you could put a hat on it, and call it Napoleon. A French hat, obviously. Not berets, those other ones. Oh, what are they called, again?

HOD: [Sigh] What about the show?

WINSTONE: How about a bit of sci-fi, always ratings winner?

HOD: Ah, yes. Well, that's probably not what we're in the market for, so-

WINSTONE: Don't mess about! You've bought loads of sci-fi shows off me.

HOD: Indeed. And, not to put to fine a point on it, none of them have really lived up to your pitch.

WINSTONE: How do you mean?

HOD: Well, let's take last autumn. You promised us a gritty police procedural based in a high-tech far future community.

WINSTONE: And I delivered it.

HOD: No you didn't. You delivered CSI: Utopia. It was a drama about two futuristic policemen with access to phenomenally advanced peace-keeping technology, granted, but in a very real sense it was also a show in which two men sat around an office because there's no crime in a perfect society. For twelve episodes.

WINSTONE: Yeah, but sometimes one of them got a bit annoyed that they had nothing to do.

HOD: Yes, for a while. Until he decided he didn't mind that much, because he lived

WINSTONE: [Joining in with HOD] in a perfect society. Yeah, well, that was original programming, wasn't it?

HOD: No. No, it wasn't. None of your ideas are. You just steal existing shows and shove them arbitrarily into some specious future environment. I can't believe you talked us into making that Christmas drama, Antiques Roadshow In the 25th Century. It was just two men in tinfoil talking about a Goblin teasmade.

WINSTONE: Yeah, well, that would be an antique in the future.

HOD: I know! But did it need 90 minutes to get the point across?

WINSTONE: Well, that was building suspense, for when they announce the predicted auction price.

HOD: Yes! Twelve thousand skludoes, I recall. Is that even a lot? I don't know what skludoes are!

WINSTONE: Well, it's the future, isn't it? They're hardly likely to still use old fashioned pounds, are they? Think about it, a new global community.

HOD: And that's why all the characters spoke a mixture of Taiwanese, Spanish and C++, I suppose. Look, do you know, we got more letters about that show than any other in the corporation's history.

WINSTONE: Thank you very much.

HOD: Everyone hated it, you idiot! Some of it exploded. One letter was just an angry pitbull in a padded envelope.

WINSTONE: OK, OK, I hear you. But you'll love my new idea. Honestly, it's brilliant.

HOD: You have exactly 60 seconds before I call security.

WINSTONE: OK. Well, it's the 23rd century. After decadess of pan-European war following the android uprising, Great Britain is a wasteland, the only remaining humans slaves to their mechanical masters in the nuclear waste treatment centres in what was once Yorkshire.

HOD: Go on.

WINSTONE: The series would focus on three robots who have learnt the rudiments of humanity from their charges, and strike out alone to set up camp on the black slag hills of northern England, dedicated to investigate what humanity means, and whether can save the crumbling global robocracy. It's a serious piece, no messing about.

HOD: Interesting. So how do they explore concepts of humanity?

WINSTONE: They go down the hills in a computerised bathtub. It's called Hang On, There Was A Bit Of Summer Wine Left After All! Once We've Had This, Though, It Really Is All Gone.

INT. GREASY PLASTIC SPOON AND FORK.

BOB AND YOKOSHIMA (YOKO) HAVING SOME SCOFF.

BOB: I'm having the Quick'n Slick sausage special, what about you.

YOKO: Nope, takes too long. I'll go for the Pingo Pork Snot Poodles. They're instant. Much quicker. If they were served any faster they'd serve me before I asked for them.

BOB: Don't be stupid. That's impossible.

YOKO: This is THE greasy Spoon and Fork. Right?

BOB: Yep.

YOKO: S for Spoon and F for fork, right?

BOB: Yep.

YOKO: S for Science and F for fiction, right?

BOB: And S for shit and F for f**k you. Right?

YOKO: I'm talking time travel, Bob. This is where the future is.

BOB: Time travel? Never. Impossible. History'd be full of unexplained Japs with cameras popping up all over history.

YOK: What. Like me, here and now? (jabbing a camera in Bob's face)

BOB: Yep, good example. F**k off back to where you came from.

YOKO: What, you mean back to Japan, I suppose.

BOB: Yep, f**k off back to your future in Japan.

YOKO: I haven't got a f**king future in Japan.

BOB: Prove it.

YOKO: If I was fom the future I'd have saved all those people from the soon army, and the resulting radio nation from the unclear actors.

BOB: The Sunami pun, OK. Radiation pun, maybe. But the unclear actors
definitely not. And what's the f**king point in them, anyway.

YOKO: Proves I'm not from the future, doesn't it.

BOB: How do poxy puns prove tha... gbbh, grkk gah... I'm having the Quick'n Slick sausage...

YOKO: Nope, takes too long. I'll go for the Pingo Pork Snot Poodles. They're instant. Much quicker. If they were served any faster they'd serve me before I asked for them.

BOB: Don't be stupid. That's impossible.

WAITER: Who's having the Pot Noodles?

BOB: F**k off, he hasn't asked for them yet, did he.

I shagged Doctor Who. It was cool 'cos he's bigger on the inside.

Int: Bridge of Spaceship. CAPT GRANT, a human, is speaking to NARNON, a blue hairy alien type; use your imagination. They are both sitting.

CAPT: So, what makes you feel you'd be right as a pilot?

NARNON: I'm a splendid communicator Captain Grant. I'm conversant in 400 languages including text speak and illiterate facebook chav.

CAPT: Oh, really? I could never get my head around it at the academy.

NARNON: It's not that complicated really. You just swap i's for y's and end every sentence with 'innit blud' and you're halfway there.

CAPT: It says here that you were almost part of the Technotronic Galaxial Royal Family.

NARNON: Yes. I was due to marry Princess Mardiothon but I just couldn't go through with it.

CAPT: Why ever not man?! Think of the money, the power, the pan, the van, the Boursin. Besides, I heard technotrons can do strange and wonderful things with their third inmurpredates.

NARNON: (beat) There will be things I'll miss about her but it would never have worked. The whole family support Accrington Stanley.

CAPT: Accrington Stanley? Who are they?

NARNON: A shit football team from the Northwest of England....originally. But now, they are part of the Neo-scouse Religious Soccer league. Games last days. Cars are ceremonially left on bricks and it's frowned upon if you don't chant (in scouse accent) 'Exactly' over and over again. I just couldn't do it anymore.

CAPT: So how did you get out of it then?

NARNON: Oh, I just whistled the tune to Please Release Me until she asked what I was singing. Then I sang her chorus while giving her the finger. I still have bruises on my dwarfinin.

CAPT: So, do you want the job.

NARNON: Don't you need to see any credentials. You've not asked if I can fly the thing yet.

CAPT: Fly? This is Transport for Pluto, Pal. We're on strike till next year. You'll have plenty of time to learn. Welcome aboard comrade.

LUKE SKYRUNNER AND GARTH WADER DO BATTLE WITH LIGHT SABRES.

WADER
Prepare to die young Skyrunner!

SKYRUNNER
No! Go away! Leave me alone you annoying little creep!

IT'S TOO LATE. THE ANIMATED PAPER CLIP (TO WHOM LUKE IS IN FACT SPEAKING) HAS ALREADY EMERGED FROM THE LIGHT SABRE.

PAPER CLIP
Can I help you?

OB2
Use the menu, Luke.

SKYRUNNER
There is no menu.

OB2
Use the Ribbon, Luke.

WADER
Good luck with that! You should have bought a Mac, tight-wad.

PAPER CLIP
Time for a Security Update. Rebooting in 10 seconds ... 9 ... 8 ...

OB2
To command the Ribbon, Luke, you must first empty your head of all thoughts.

WADER
All logic. All intelligence. Just take a wild guess really.

SKYRUNNER
I've got it! Oh, hang on a minute...

THE LIGHT BLADE VANISHES.

The little bugger's flattened my battery.

GARTH WADER MOVES IN FOR THE KILL.

Has anyone got a USB cable?

SOMETIME INBETWEEN REVENGE OF THE SITH AND A NEW HOPE.
DARTH VADER IS SITTING IN THE DEATH STAR GAMES ROOM WHEN HE RECEIVES A HOLO MESSAGE FROM OBI WAN KENOBI

OBI WAN:
Annakin, are you there? is that you? I never know how to work these things.

VADER:
It's Darth now

OBI WAN:
Ok I'll try to make it a bit brighter, hang on a sec

VADER:
No not Dark I said Darth my name is now Darth Vader

OBI WAN:
Oh Like Dark Father, I see, very clever.

VADER:
Did you really think you could keep the truth from me Obi Wan. I know that I have a Son.

OBI WAN:
And a Daughter

VADER:
Whatever! I want you to bring my son to me immediately or face the consequences.

OBI WAN:
Is that what the funny costume is all about, Vaders for Justice?

VADER:
This suit was designed for me to save my life, just after you sliced my legs & arms off.

OBI WAN:
I knew you'd bring that up! Give it a rest will you? I said I'm sorry

VADER:
Did you?

OBI WAN:
Well I definitely meant to anyway.

VADER:
When we meet again Obi Wan I shall not just chop your arms or legs off I will chop your whole body off.

OBI WAN:
Erm that doesn't make any sense Annak- I mean Darthikins Sorry Darth.

VADER:
Never the less our paths will cross again, I have foreseen it.
The forces of Good & us lot will have a magnificent battle followed other battles that may be a bit too Cutesy in places but not enough to ruin the whole thing.

OBI WAN:
Well that's what I wanted to talk to you about really. In case we end up in another Light Sabre Duel, I was wondering if we could tone it down a bit.

VADER:
Tone it down a bit?

OBI WAN:
Yes the last fight was really hectic, far too fast & somersaulty. To be honest I was really puffed out by the end.

VADER:
So what do you suggest? we just stand there chatting with the occasional thrust & parry.

OBI WAN:
If you don't mind mate?

VADER:
Oh go on then! this leather gets really squeaky when I move too quick anyway.

OBI WAN:
Ok great, sense you later

VADER:
At last The Circle is complete!

OBI WAN:
Pardon?

VADER:
Sorry I had this thing on Charge.

END

My vote goes to Steve Sunshine.

Yeah, Steve too.

Overlay for me

Steve this week for me.

Oops, I'm too late. But I would have voted for Steve too.

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