Saucers.

Welcome to my next rubbish sketch.

We have 2 builders chatting at work.

Buliders Yard

Bulider 1: So what are we buliding again?
Bulider 2: Were Buliding Bob.
Bulider 1: What is that?
Bulider 2: Bob the Bulider.
Bulider 1: So do you want me to get his freaking machines like scoop and Dizzy.
Bulider 2: Yes if you want to go all the way to Buxton!
Bulider 1: But we are in Toyko.
Bulider 2: Yes I know how about getting there by a stupid flying saucer.
Bulider 1: Do you think that is Bob the Buliders saucer?
Bulider 2: I am going to ring 999 to phone for one:
Bulider 1: Don't be daft that is the number for KFC.
Bulider 2: I will get one from them.

Now we are at KFC
KFC WOMAN: What do you want to order sir?
Bulider 2: 2 flying saucers.
KFC WOMAN: What type?
Bulider 2: Ones that serve condoms in.

THE END.

Please say something good and bad about it thanks.

There are no words.

Try and be more specific.

Quote: David Smith @ May 27 2013, 11:32 PM BST

Welcome to my next rubbish sketch.

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Can I see the last one first before I decide?

The ending was so unexpected that I couldn't help but laugh at it. It's like an Edward Lear poem updated for 2013 in a sketch format.

Makes no sense at all.
But I think you know that already.

Quote: Lazzard @ May 28 2013, 12:05 AM BST

Makes no sense at all.
But I think you know that already.

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It's like it's some kind of final needless but conclusive proof.

That comedy is subjective of course.

I don't get it, can you try and explain what the joke was and it might help me understand it.

Now, this sketch is nonsense, but the idea that KFC has changed their number to 999 has definitely got a sketch in it.

Well, I laughed. I am not going to be rude and say it's because of the stupidity of it - I laughed; so for whatever reason, job done.