This could do with some work, but the back fence won't paint itself.
A normal day at Kirrin Island customs.
The female customs officer is faced with a stereotypical pirate.
C.O.:
Have you anything to declare Sir?
PIRATE:
I be having a keg o' rum wi' me, if that's what ye be a'ffering to?
C.O.:
Is it less than a litre?
PIRATE:
It be as wide as a captains platter and as long as the blade of an oar.
C.O.:
I'll put three litres, to be on the safe side.
PIRATE:
Maybe a gold sovereign proffered to your hand, could help me navigate this stormy sea of legalities?
C.O.:
Sir, may I refer you to item 3. Persons should not solicit gratuities.
PIRATE:
What if I threw in a ticket fer ye olde Jay El Essss? Front row seat?
C.O.:
Hmmm..let me see. Spirits, estimated within personal allowances.
C.O.(continued):
Are you importing any weapons or sharp implements?
PIRATE:
I have my trusty sword, with an edge so rare and true you could pick the teeth from the mouth of one of the King's guards whilst he slept the night away.
C.O:
We'll call that 'dental equipment'.
PIRATE:
Fer sure, my old landlubber.
C.O:
Okay, now drugs. Any prohibited chemicals or plants?
PIRATE:
Just a casket of the dreamer's leaves. It would break my heart to give them up.
C.O.:
That'll be Marajuana, for personal medical use.
C.O.(continued):
All that remains is the full body scan.
PIRATE:
Full body scan, ye say? I have a leg of wood, an eye of glass and a hand of steel.
C.O.:
Didn't I see you on 'Britain's Got Talent'?
PIRATE:
Aye. Made it to the semi-finals, so I did, with an illusion featuring my treasure chest.
C.O.:
How come you never made it to the final?
PIRATE:
My act wasn't camp enough.
C.O.:
Let me see. A feather in your cap, a jacket adorned with gold and silver and weapon any man would be proud of. Are you sure David Walliams didn't give you a 'yes'?
PIRATE:
He did, but Cowell said 'nay', as he didn't want anyone on the show with a chest bigger than his.
C.O.:
Ah, so Amanda Holden's job IS safe.
(PAUSE)
C.O:
Okay you can go through. Don't forget to leave the sovereign and the tickets. Oh, and the parrot has to spend six weeks in quarantine.
PIRATE:
Maybe a Justin Bieber ticket would help your memory of the parrot be clouded by a thick fog of the sea?
C.O.:
Eight weeks.
Fin