LAD:
I got a detective down my trousers.
LADETTE: Oh, yeah?
LAD FLOPS OUT HIS WINKLE (I've suddenly been stuck prude)
Yeah! See this hole in the end?
LADETTE: Yeah?
LAD: That's my privates' eye.
Privates Detective
The Birchmeister does it again
*High Five
Stephen - It's nice to see that when Hastings pier burnt down, you were able to rescue your joke book from the end of it. 
Stephen. I suggest a rewrite. LAD: I've got a Private Eye in my trousers, wanna look? LADETTE: Yeah, gissa look. LAD DROPS TROUSERS. LADETTE: Oh, its Inch High Private Eye, I was hoping for Paul Foot.
Too 2 subtle for me. But thanks anyway.