A little sketch I wrote a few weeks ago after the passing of Clive Dunn.
A UNIFORMED AND WINGED LANCE CORPORAL JONES ARRIVES BREATHLESS AT THE PEARLY GATES AND RINGS THE BELL
JONESermission to enter the kingdom of heaven.
CAPTAIN MAINWARING ANSWERS
MAINWARING:Is that you Jones?
JONES:Reporting for celestial duty Captain Mainwaring Sir.
MAINWARING:What time do you call this Jones? I've been freezing my bayonet off waiting for you to arrive.
JONES:Well you see Captain Mainwaring Sir, Private Pike lost his scarf and got soaking wet playing hide and seek and...
MAINWARINGtupid Boy.
JONES:Then Private Frazer forced us to abandon stations and go ghost hunting in the Outer Hebrides.
GHOSTLY SCOTTISH VOICE OFF:We're doomed.
MAINWARING:I think you're wandering into the realms of fantasy Jones, what I want to know is, did you manage to bring the (taps nose conspiratorially) you know....
JONES:I got 'em right here (checks) Hold on, I think I've lost 'em. Don't panic, don't panic
PRODUCES A BAG FROM FRONT OF TROUSERS
JONES:Here you are Sir. Two pounds of best pork sausages.
MAINWARING:Good work Jones, so you managed to get them past Sergeant Wilson alright?
JONES:Yes Sir, I hid them in me back passage.
MAINWARING:Good grief Jones.
JONES:But then next doors terrier started sniffing round the bins.
MAINWARINGrelived) Ah...I thought for a minute...
JONES: So then I done a commando and shoved em down me pants...they're nice and warm.
MAINWARING:Tut, they'll have to do. Well, what are you waiting for man, come in.
JONES:Well I would Sir, only one of me wings is stuck in the gate. Permission to holler in pain Sir.