It's overlong, not very original and in poor taste. If you read it, then it's your own problem so there.
V2 (NO PUN INTENDED)
SCENE1
ALAN TURING AND DILLY NOX ARE ANXIOUSLY WAITING IN AN OFFICE IN BLETCHLEY PARK IN 1943
ALAN
The message came in last night big blighter too, we broke it down into 3 lots and gave it to huts A,B and C.
DILLY
And now the race against time it's self, man versus indomitable Nazi machine
A COURIER BURSTS IN
COURIER1
We've got a message from Hut A!
DILLY
Damn it out with it man!
COURIER
The word is You
A SECOND COURIER BURSTS IN
COURIER2
Sir hut B reports in, the second word is Are.
TURING
Don't wolf packs usually have the prefix UB?
A THIRD COURIER RUNS IN
COURIER 3
Gay.
TURING
What the devil does this mean? You are gay?
TURING TURNS BRIGHT RED AND LOOKS AT HIS SHOES.
DILLY
No I'm not how dare they!
SCENE2
TURING AND DILLY ARE IN THEIR OFFICE AT BLETCHLEY PARK. THEY'RE CHAIN SMOKING. WITH FULL ASH TRAYS AND A HALF FINISHED WHISKEY BOTTLE BETWEEN THEM
DILLY IS ON THE PHONE
DILLY
I'm sorry primeminister but the Bosh has us on the run, they keep sending nasty messages they're worse than doodle bugs......the ladie's hut decoded a message about them having mannish hair cuts and lesbian shoes. Now half are too anorexic to decode anything and the other half are self harming too Vera Lynn....
ALAN
oh Dilly it's hopeless.
DILLY
Yes primeminister surrender maybe the only option.
ALAN STARTS FEVERISHLY WRITING DOWN SOMETHING
ALAN
Not so fast Dilly I think I have a plan.
ALAN SHOWS DILLY WHAT HE WAS WRITING
DILLY
Hold that surrender primeminister I think Alan might just have pulled it off.
SCENE3
A RADIO LAB DEEP IN NAZI GERMANY 3 NAZIS ARE AT RADIOS
THE RADIOS START BEEPING ALL HAVE MORSE KITS AND HEADPHONES
NAZI1
It's the allies are they surrendering at last?
ALL NAZIS LAUGH EVILLY
THE BEEPING SLOWLY, BUT UNMISTAKEABLY TURNS INTO "Colonel Bogy" VIA SEMAPHORE BEEPS AS THE TUNE PICKS UP THE NAZIS WHISTLE CHEERFULLY ALONG, THEN OTHER NAZIS WANDER INTO THE ROOM AND SOON IT'S FULL OF NAZIS HAVING A GOOD OLD FASHIONED WHISTLE ALONG
THEN AS IT REACHES IT'S CRESENDO THE NAZIS START TO SING
ALL 3 NAZIS TOGETHER IN TUNE
His mother the dirty bugger, bit it off when he was small.
ALL 3 NAZIS LOOK AT EACH OTHER DRAW THEIR PISTOLS AND SHOOT THEMSELVES