Skit Comp 9 - 16.7.11

Very high standard this wank so congratulations to SHANDONBELLE and OTTERFOX for a joint victory. Get rat-flapped and PM me for next week's topic please.
Hence:
Votes - Points - Name

3 - 10 - Shandonbelle, Otterfox
2 - 5 - Ishy, Terry Paddalack
1 - 1 - RedZed333, Angiebaby, 404 Not Found, Kasm
Special mention: Steve

Your new subject: HEROES
Rules:
One entry/vote per person. Anyone can enter regardless of colour, sex or inside leg measurement, except the kid who used to steal my dinner money.
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: 16.7.11

Overall Leader Board is now:

Points - Name

193! - Mr Sunshine
186 - Kasm
169 - Otterfox
148 - Michael Monkhouse
143 - Cool Mikado
132 - Nigel Kelly
112 - Jebsly
108 - Frankie Rage
105 - Timbo
103 - Charley Rance
98 - Fred Peters, Angiebaby
83 - Ishy
77 - Gerry McDonnell
66 - Jude
65 - Baumski
56 - Alex Mahon, Scratchyr
37 - Afinkawan
35 - Don P. Musey
32 - James, Swerytd, Paul Watson
30 - Stephen Goodlad
28 - Leevil
27 - Bushbaby
26 - David Chapman
25 - Craig H
23 - Roscoff
22 - Blobster
21 - Nil Putters, Mikey J
20 - Shandonbelle, James Harris, Kevin Murphy, Dannyjb1, Niteowl, Lazzard
18 - Tom
17 - 404 Not Found, Ellie
16 - Reg N, Eggie
15 - Terry Paddalack, Cinnamon, Dale
14 - Stephen Birch
13 - Badge
12 - Geoff Mutton, Will Cam
11 - Tuumble, Shirl the Whirl, Steven
10 - Sean Night, Robo, Nitram Skir, Socrates, Tom Campbell, Tommy Power, Waring
09 - ajp29, ShoePie
08 - Stylo
07 - The Giggle-O, garyd, Winterlight
06 - RedZed333, Little Jersey Devil, Hellboy, Wayne Lewis, John Kelly, Andrew Lynch
05 - Flavian, Sean, Karlos the Great, Drew, Pedros, Summer G, Mannikin Bird, Greggles, Happy Shopper, Timothy Marshal-Nichols, Rob B
04 - Andy W, losaavedra
02 - Stu R, Imamazed, Slack Bladder, Paul Nash, Boits, Gavin
01 - Lady Laughter, Scar Bum, veedeeplex, Grem, Macca, Ming The Mirthless, Minty, Shpadoinkle, Shaggy292, amillionpounds, Jake How, David Bussell, Charisma, Skibbington von Skubber, Ginger Jesus, Nick Rivers, Daddy Maz, Martin Bickle, Batman, Ray Dawson, Marion, Tooting Jo

Any ballsups, PM me please.

We are at the park. It is full of people in garish costumes, many have capes and there is a lot of black...

There is a banner proclaiming "Annual Super-Villains's Picnic"

Many of the villains are eating jam sandwiches and drinking soft drinks, playing frisbee and generally having a great time, smiling and laughing.

We pan accross the scene, then go to some nearby bushes, where a hidden man is watching. We then see who is is... it is Ant Man, rubbing his hands in joyful anticipation.

Ant Man: I am so gonna enjoy this...

EXT. TOWER BLOCK - DAY

A large crowd are gathered outside. Gawkers and evacuated residents are held back by police tape.

A fire engine pulls up. Out steps a gruff FIREMAN and his partnering ROOKIE.

FIREMAN
Okay son, I know its your first day,
there's been a gas leak and we have a
body in room 212, a popular resident,
its up to you to go up and bring the body out.

ROOKIE
Okay.

FIREMAN
Remember son, fireman are considered heroes
and not just for fighting fire.

ROOKIE
Okay. I can be a hero.

INT. TOWER BLOCK - MOMENT LATER

The Rookie handles his equipment up the stairs and makes it to the door.

INT. ROOM 212 -

Rookie enters the room. Looks around. On the settee is a MAN, unmoving.

Rookie approaches, suddenly the man begins to stir, his eyes flutter.

Rookie rushes to an open window and shouts down to the crowd.

ROOKIE
HE'S ALIVE! EVERYONE, HE'S ALIVE!

The crowd celebrate, we hears cries of "Dad's alive!"

The Man gets up off the settee.

MAN
Are you here for the body? He's in the bedroom.

ROOKIE
Oh.

End.

INT. TESCOS - FROZEN FOODS - DAY

Superman stands at the frozen food freezer, he's reading the cooking instructions of a frozen pizza.

SUPERMAN:
Thoroughly defrost before cooking.

Superman looks at his watch and taps his foot impatiently.

He looks to see if the coast is clear and uses his X-ray eyes to defrost the pizza.

Frizzle and smoke come from the freezer, the contents lie in a defrosted pile of mush.

SUPERMAN:
Shit...!

Superman ducks down behind the frozen veg section.

INT. TESCOS - CHECKOUT - DAY

TANNOY:
MOP UP CREW TO FROZEN FOOD SECTION, MOP UP CREW TO FROZEN FOOD SECTION.

CHECKOUT GIRL:
Just the bag of peas, is it Mr Kent?

CLARK KENT:
Er, yes please, Millie.

THERE'S BRUCE LOOSE ABOOT THIS HOOSE

BRUCE FORSYTH being interviewed:

INTERVIEWER Good afternoon Mr Forsyth.

BRUCE Yershe.

INTERVIEWER So you'd like to apply for a knighthood, that outstanding honour reserved for one who's performed wondrous deeds - risked one's life for one's country, composed historical literature, led nations through crisis... Your credentials?

BRUCE I come on stage and say 'Nice to see you, to see you,' and people say 'Nice.'

INTERVIEWER Pure Oscar Wilde... Any more gems?

BRUCE Yes, as a contest culminates and climaxes, if a fellow's done well, I say: 'Hasn't he done well?'

INTERVIEWER Genius... Any more?

BRUCE Yes I'm Bruce but people call me 'Brucie'.

INTERVIEWER Not only witless but longer... I'm sorry Mr Forsyth, I can't see anything heroic about you.

BRUCE Generation Game?

INTERVIEWER No.

BRUCE Play your Cards Right?

INTERVIEWER No.

BRUCE Price Is Right?

INTEVIEWER No.

BRUCE gets up, dances.

INTERVIEWER Nope.

BRUCE does 'The Thinker' pose.

INTERVEWER Nope.

BRUCE All right, I'm leaving. That's my wife outside.

INTERVIEWER Here's your knighthood.

Liked Michael's first one quite a lot, especially the pacing towards the end where Brucie does his "thinker" pose.

Hero's

A Pawnbrokers Shop

An old man walks in covered in medals and wearing an old red beret, he puts a gold watch on the counter as he speaks
"How much would you give me for the watch son?"

The pawnbroker examines the hallmarks with his glass, he listens to the ticking, shakes the watch and then replies.

"200 quid"

The old man looks doe eyed as he replies.

"200 quid! Have you any idea what I had to go through to get that watch?"

Pawnbroker
"225 tops"

Old man
"I had to kill six japs to get that watch son, six f**king japs! On my own and with my bare hands!"

Pawnbroker
"Ok soldier fair play I'll give you 300 cash!"

The old man nods and takes the money
Then the old man shuffles out of the shop as the pawnbroker looks at the watch in his hands and smirks.

The door opens and a young lad runs in excitedly

Pawnbroker
"You're late again Billy, what's your excuse this time?"

Billy
"Sorry Mr Davis, it's not my fault, half the roads have been blocked off by the police, someone's strangled the Izzaki family"

Pawnbroker instantly stops smirking and drops the watch into the bottom drawer and closes it with his knee.

INT WATERSTONES BOOKSTORE
A SIGN SAYS 'MEET JAMES BOND - DANIEL CRAIG BOOK SIGNING'

WE SEE DANIEL CRAIG SEATED ON A CHAIR BEHIND A DESK,SURROUNDED BY A LARGE CROWD. A QUEUE STRETCHES AWAY FROM HIM TO OUTSIDE THE STORE AND AS FAR AS THE EYE CAN SEE.

A SMALL BOY AND HIS DAD ARE FOURTH FROM THE FRONT, THEY HAVE BEEN QUEUEING OVER TWO HOURS. THE BOY IS BESIDE HIMSELF WITH EXCITEMENT BEING SO CLOSE TO JAMES BOND. HE HOLDS HIS BOOK TIGHTLY READY FOR SIGNING. HE THEN STARTS TO FIDGET AND HOPS UP AND DOWN.

LITTLE BOY
Daddy, I need the toilet, mummy only allows me one Fruit Shoot, but you let me have two...daddy I need the...

DAD
Not now Jack, we're nearly there (HE TRIES TO DISTRACT THE BOY) Look, James Bonds got a shiny magic pen see...he can make baddies disappear with that.

BOY
Sorry daddy, please, I'm bursting..

A YOUNG LAD IN A RED T-SHIRT STANDING AROUND NEARBY OVERHEARS THIS EXCHANGE AND OFFERS TO HOLD THEIR PLACE.

THE DAD THANKS HIM AND WALKS OFF PULLING THE BOY QUICKLY TOWARDS THE TOILETS WHICH ARE LOCATED ON THE NEXT LEVEL.

A FEW MINUTES PASS AND THE QUEUE MOVES FORWARD, WE SEE THE YOUNG LAD IS NOW AT THE FRONT OF THE QUEUE.

HE HOLDS OUT A BOOK AND PLACES IT IN FRONT OF CRAIG.

YOUNG MAN
Sign it to Martin, you're the best Bond ever...after Sean Connery like, and Roger Moore..

CRAIG RAISES AN EYEBROW AND SIGNS THE BOOK

WE SEE THE DAD FLUSHED AND PUSHING THROUGH THE CROWD, HE SPOTS THE YOUNG LAD LEAVING THE FRONT OF THE QUEUE CLUTCHING HIS NEWLY SIGNED BOOK. HE CALLS OUT BUT THE LAD LEGS IT OUT OF THE STORE AND AWAY.
THE DAD TRIES TO TAKE HIS PLACE AT THE FRONT BUT A FURORE ERUPTS ABOUT WHOSE TURN IT IS.

DAD
That lad in the red t-shirt was only holding our place, the git wasn't even in the queue...

THE LITTLE BOY BURSTS INTO TEARS
I want to go home daddy...and I need the toilet again..number two this time..

DANIEL CRAIG HAS SEEN ALL - HE USHERS THE DAD AND BOY OVER, STANDS UP, LIFTS THE LITTLE BOY UP AND PLACES HIM ON HIS BOOK SIGNING CHAIR. HE SWIVELS IT AROUND A FEW TIMES - THE BOY SQUEALS WITH LAUGHTER.
THE CROWD APPLAUD.

CRAIG THEN SIGNS THEIR BOOK, SHAKES THE DAD'S HAND, RUFFLES THE BOY'S HAIR AND THEY WALK OFF BEAMING FROM EAR TO EAR.

FADE

WE SEE THE YOUNG LAD IN THE RED T-SHIRT WAITING AT A BUS STOP, HE'S LAUGHING AND SHOWING OFF HIS SIGNED BOOK TO A MATE.

SUDDENLY THE BOOK DISINTERGRATES BEFORE THEIR EYES. A PILE OF SMOKING ASH LIES ON THE GROUND BEFORE THEM.

THEY LOOK UP TO SEE A LIMOUSINE.

DANIEL CRAIG IS AT THE WINDOW POINTING A SHINY PEN AT THEM.
The names Bond, THE James Bond

THE LIMOUSINE DRIVES AWAY.

END

INT. RADIO STUDIO. DAY.

D.J. ALASTAIR QUELL IS ON AIR.

ALASTAIR:

Welcome back to a very special family edition of Heroes of the Silver Screen.

Earlier we heard from three generations of Lassie and just before the break we heard from up and coming actor Jamie Caster, his father and famous Hollywood actor Jim Caster and now we're going to hear from Jim's father Ted who was a famous actor in the old black and white days and its an honour to have him on the line now.
Hello Ted, You're live on Heroes of the Silver Screen...

TED: (CRACKLY AND GRAINY)

Hello there Oliver. I'm just two streets over in the Windbrook Lane Hotel. I can nearly see you from the window (laughs) ha huh huh.

ALISTAIR:

Very good Ted and it's Alistair actually, you are one of the few actors of the black and white era still with us. How different was it making movies back then?

TED:

Well it was different back in my day Cannister. You wouldn't know what colour things were you see. You're socks could be different colours and you wouldn't even know. Then of course with the advent of the motor car you'd see these cars stopping at the lights but they had no idea what colour the lights were so it was pot luck in them days (laughs) huh huh huh.

ALISTAIR:

In the movies yes. Real life obviously wasn't black and white.

TED:

Colour of course didn't come in until the late 60's really. Everything was black and white before then.

ALISTAIR:

Would you be colour blind by any chance Ted?

TED:

That takes me back huh huh. Call it what you like Oliver but at least we had the ability to speak and we were glad of it. My father Charlie was a m-

ALISTAIR:

A mute? A muffler? (quietly) A muppet.

TED:

...A movie star as well and in his day of course people couldn't even talk. The mouth would move alright and then the words would appear in writing afterwards.

ALISTAIR:

(getting angry) Yes! In the old silent movies! And It's Alistair!!

TED:

Of course in the old silent movies..........and in real life. The only noise that could be heard back in my dad's day was the tinkling of a piano. That was the first sound you know. There were other musical instruments but they were pointless really. They looked nice but no sound. I remember once Bollinger there was-

ALISTAIR:

(ANGRY)

It's Alistair!!! For Christ's sake real life was never black and white!! God! What kind of...Listen...Just...We're going to have to leave it there as we're running out of....sanity. We'll go for another break.

ALISTAIR:
(OFF AIR)

What the hell was that bullshit?! Who the f**k put that senile old bastard on the phone? I'm not taking this lying down! I'm going to his hotel. No-one makes Alistair Quell look crazy on his own radio show.

CUT TO ALISTAIR BANGING ANGRILY ON TED'S HOTEL ROOM DOOR. TED OPENS THE DOOR. HE IS COMPLETELY IN BLACK AND WHITE JUST LIKE IN OLD MOVIES.

TED:
Ah Slazenger. Come in,have a seat.

END.

1. INT HOUSE. A MAN (JOHN) SHEEPISHLY COMES DOWNSTAIRS HOLDING A NEWSPAPER. HE SPEAKS TO HIS WIFE (VICKY) WHO'S ON THE SOFA.

JOHN:
Sorry love, I've blocked the toilet again.

VICKY:
Jesus John! My mum's coming around for lunch later. Where are we going to get someone to fix it on a Sunday?

JOHN:
Hang on, there was a flyer that came through the door yesterday. Says it's from someone called Heroic Plumbers.

JOHN PICKS UP A NOTE WITH A RAM'S HORN BUGLE ATTACHED TO IT. HE PICKS UP THE BUGLE AND BLOWS ON IT. SUDDENLY THE FRONT DOOR IS FLUNG OPEN KNOCKING JOHN TO THE FLOOR. A PLUMBER IS STANDING THERE DRESSED IN OVERALLS , WEARING A CAPE AND CARRYING A SHIELD.

PLUMBER:
SHAZAM. I am Wolfcourt De Lionheart, heroic plumber. Lead me to your problem fair maiden.

VICKY SHOWS HIM UPSTAIRS. JOHN SULLENLY FOLLOWS BEHIND. AS THEY OPEN THE TOILET DOOR THEY ALL VISIBLY WINCE.

PLUMBER:
MIGHTY ZEUS. This godforsaken place smells worse than a stink hole in Hades.

JOHN:
Sorry, my fault. I'm afraid. Been constipated for weeks. Had a banana this morning. Barely managed to make it before the old bomb doors flew open.

VICKY:
Too much information John.

PLUMBER:
Our modern diet unfortunately. It's like dropping your pants in front of a Gorgon. Fear not though, I shall make short work of this.

HE PULLS OUT A SWORD AND JOHN AND VICKY BACK OFF

FADE

2. INT HOUSE AGAIN. JOHN AND VICKY ARE HAVING A CUP OF TEA

JOHN:
Now that's sorted, we need to get the house clean.

VICKY:
We? No chance mate. And if you ever want to get your hands on my Golden Fleece ever again, I suggest you get your marigolds on.

JOHN WALKS OFF WITH A RESIGNED LOOK

INT. KITCHEN. DAY

A WOMAN WEARING A 40s STYLE DRESS IS DISHING UP SHEPHERD'S PIE ON TWO PLATES. SHE PUTS THEM ON THE LAID TABLE BEFORE CAREFULLY HALF-CLOSING THE KITCHEN DOOR AND BALANCING A BUCKET ON TOP OF IT.

WE HEAR A FRONT DOOR OPENING AND SHORTLY AFTERWARDS A MAN IN A SHORT, BROWN LEATHER JACKET, KHAKI SHIRT AND TROUSERS OPENS THE KITCHEN DOOR. INSTANTLY, AS IF SENSING THE DANGER, HE JUMPS TO THE SIDE AND DOES A FORWARD ROLL AS THE BUCKET HITS THE FLOOR SENDING ITS CONTENTS OF SPIDERS AND FROGS EVERYWHERE.

HIS WIFE BEAMS PROUDLY

WIFE (Adoringly)
Oooh, the hero returns. Good day at work, Indie?

INDIANA
Hello, dear, not too bad, thank you. Ah, good, shepherd's pie for tea.

THEY SIT DOWN TO EAT

WIFE
Oh, I heard on the radio that some long forgotten stretch of grass, trees and shrubs locally, where illegal market stalls were set up had been cleared out today. Not your handiwork, was it, Indie?

INDIANA FROWNS AND PONDERS A WHILE BEFORE SHAKING HIS HEAD

INDIANA
Ah, I see where you're going with that. No dear, I had nothing to do with Traders of the lost Park.

THE WIFE LOOKS A LITTLE MIFFED AS INDIANA TUCKS INTO HIS TEA

WIFE
Oh, no matter. Hey, Indie, I was thinking - how for our next holiday we go camping in Scotland? Of course, the tent's missing its upright and it'll be wild and windy, but I thought you might enjoy it. Especially along the west coast - there's a lovely little golf course there, apparently.

INDIANA RUMINATES ON A MOUTHFULL OF FOOD FOR A SECOND OR TWO BEFORE SHAKING HIS HEAD SADLY

INDIANA
No, no, no. Will you stop it. I won't have anything to do with an adventure involving the Tent pole of Troon.

THE WIFE LOOKS A LITTLE DEFLATED BUT PERKS UP

WIFE
Hey - I've just remembered. I bought you a little pressie.

SHE PRODUCES A LARGE SQUARE BOX AND INDIANA LOOKS AT IT SUSPICIOUSLY

INDIANA
Booby-trapped?

WIFE
No, silly.

INDIANA
Full of poisonous or dangerous creatures?

WIFE
Cross my heart.

INDIANA (Still suspicious)
Well... I'll open it later, maybe.

WIFE
Oh, you scaredy-cat.

SHE OPENS THE BOX AND TAKES OUT A BROWN FEDORA AT WHICH INDIANA THROWS DOWN HIS KNIFE AND FORK AND PULLS HIMSELF UP TO GLARE AT HER

INDIANA
Enough, Miriam! It's bad enough that you made me change my name from Godfrey. And now I'm the laughing stock at Huberman, Simpkins and Huberman having to wear this ridiculous garb, but I will not give up my bowler hat!

WIFE
But, Indie...

INDIANA
No! Ever since that ruddy family moved in next door you've been trying to keep up with the Indiana Joneses! I'm making a stand I'm not going to do it any more and that's final!

MIRIAM LOOKS A LITTLE CREST-FALLEN, BUT THEN SUDDENLY SMILES KNOWLINGLY

WIFE
Oooh, Indie, it sounds like this could be your Last Crusade!

INDIANA'S CHIN BEGINS TO WOBBLE PATHETICALLY

END

INT. BUCKINGHAM PALACE BALLROOM.

(A fanfare plays as The Queen and Prince Philip enter the room.)

ANNOUNCER:
Lieutenant Corporal Mark Walker, an OBE for extreme bravery under fire.

(The Lieutenant Corporal approaches The Queen and is presented with a medal, they exchange a few quiet words and he returns to his seat to polite applause from the audience.)

[FADE OUT/FADE IN]

ANNOUNCER:
For services to entertainment, A Knighthood for Mr Bruce Forsyth.

(Rapturous applause from the audience as Brucey walks down the aisle. Bruce does his thinker pose and the audience go wild. Bruce approaches The Queen.)

BRUCE:
Nice to see you Your Majesty. To see you Your Majesty nice.

(The audience laugh heartily)

PHILIP:
(Pointing to Bruce's wife in the audience.) Is that your wife?

BRUCE:
Yes it is.

PHILIP:
Didn't you do well.

(Bruce & Philip exchange a chuckle as The Queen presents him with his medal. Bruce returns to his seat to enthusiastic applause from the audience.)

[FADE OUT/FADE IN]

ANNOUNCER:
For services to comedy, an MBE for Mr Chris Langham.

(The audience are silent for a moment, then quiet whispering between audience members breaks out. Chris quietly accepts his award and returns to his seat.)

ANNOUNCER:
For services to the music industry, An MBE for Mr Jonathan King.

(lots of muttering in the audience and a few boos as Jonathan King accepts his award, The Queen is now looking visibly uncomfortable.)

ANNOUNCER:
For services to music, an MBE to Mr Gary Glitter.

(The entire audience are booing as Gary Glitter in full glam-rock gear approaches The Queen, her face now completely red with a deep scowl, a few objects are thrown, Gary quickly accepts his award and scuttles back to his seat)

[ON SCREEN CAPTION]
Previously...

INT. QUEENS PRIVATE OFFICE.

(The Queen's private secretary enters carrying three files. The Queen is sitting behind a desk.)

PRIVATE SECRETARY:
Your Majesty, (He gives a brief bow.) We need to finalise the birthday honours list today.

QUEEN:
Yes, very well, please take a seat.

PRIVATE SECRETARY:
Yes ma'am we have three categories, firstly our brave servicemen and women. Secondly famous people, sportsmen and women, actors and TV celebrities etc. Thirdly ordinary members of the public who have provided a service to their community lollipop ladies, street sweepers and the like.

[FADE OUT/FADE IN]

QUEEN:
So Lt Cpl Mark Walker head butted twenty taliban to death after his gun jammed. He's a definate.

PRIVATE SECRETARY:
Very well ma'am.

[FADE OUT/FADE IN]

QUEEN:
How about whatshisname?

(Queen does the thinker pose, Private Secretary looks at her blankly)

QUEEN:
You know, (Mimicking Brucey) Good game, good game.

PRIVATE SECRETARY:
Ah Bruce Forsyth, an excellent choice.

[FADE OUT/FADE IN]

PRIVATE SECRETARY:
Just a few more slots to fill, may I suggest we hurry, you know that the chairman of the honours committee likes a..

(Private secretary mimes taking a drink)

QUEEN:
Ok, do you have any suggestions?

PRIVATE SECRETARY:
Well we have the servicemen and women covered, and the famous people how about we fill the rest with the unsung heroes of our communities.

QUEEN:
Very well, fill the rest of the list from the file with all the plebs.

INT. PRIVATE SECTRETARIES OFFICE & CHAIRMAN OF THE HONOURS COMMITTEE'S OFFICE.

(The two men are having a telephone conversation in their respective offices. The Chairman has a half empty bottle of whisky and a whisky glass on his desk)

PRIVATE SECRETARY:
Lt Cpl Mark Walker OBE.

CHAIRMAN:
(Slurring his speech, clearly drunk.)
Lt Cpl Wark Malker.

PRIVATE SECRETARY:
No, Mark Walker.

CHAIRMAN:
Right, right, gotcha.

[FADE OUT/FADE IN]

CHAIRMAN:
(Even more drunk, swaying a lot now)
Fruce Borsyth?

PRIVATE SECRETARY:
No, Bruce Forsyth.

CHAIRMAN:
Ok, Bruce Forsyth, I see, I see.

[FADE OUT/FADE IN]

PRIVATE SECRETARY:
And for the final few honours fill them with names from the plebs file.

CHAIRMAN:
Don't get ya.

PRIVATE SECRETARY:
See the file for plebs!

CHAIRMAN:
Ah right, with you now.

[Chairman hangs up]

CHAIRMAN:
Paedophile celebs?

(Chairman shrugs and writes it down.)

INT. APARTMENT. BATMAN IS STANDING KISSING WONDER WOMAN WHEN SUPERMAN FLIES THROUGH THE WINDOW. SUPERMAN: Great idea to have a superheroes swinging party dude... where's mine? SPIDERMAN POINTS TO A BEDROOM WHERE A STUNNING DARK HAIRED WOMAN SITS UP IN BED. SUPERMAN HIGH-FIVES SPIDERMAN AND WALKS INTO THE ROOM, UNDRESSING QUICKLY AND JUMPING INTO BED. HE STARTS KISSING AND FONDLING THE WOMAN. SUPERMAN: Hey, what's your superhero name? WOMAN: Ladyboyman.

An excellent bunch this week,
I loved Michael Monkhouse's sketch and it gave me the inspiration for my own entry.
Kasm's and Jack Daniels entries also were very good.
But this week my vote goes to Teddy Paddalack.

That last one with the lady boy was very good, but that might be because it was a fresher post than the others.

I expected costumes galore and they were all good especially Superman and the freezer.
But JD stepped away from the obvious and ticked all the boxes for me.