The BBC has put this up, whcih I saw being recorded: http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/p01mjd1g . It pretty much sounds the death-knell for this sketch, I wrote about 6 months ago, so I thought I'd throw it to the crit-wolves.
ASLAN: Is the deed done?
CONTRACTOR: Yes, your majesty.
A: It is meet. You have performed well, and have our royal blessing.
C: I am honoured, sire. [Beat] There is also, of course, the small matter of the bill.
A: Indeed! Fear not, we do not think our patronage alone is sufficient remuneration for our contractors! Pass me the invoice, metalwright, with all haste.
C: Very good, your majesty.
A: [Pause] I fear you have made an error in the total, craftsman.
C: Umm...no, that looks correct.
A: But this price is astronomical. I only asked you to install a single lamp post!
C: Yes, sire. That, in essence, is the root of the issue. If you'd be good enough to look at the breakdown, sire. "Design and construct wrought iron beacon, 5 gold pieces; transport and erect beacon in northern wastes, 2 gold pieces; install gas supply pipes across entire length of Narnia, 12,472 gold pieces, nine silver nuggets, and 3 and a half tin slivers." We generally get asked to make lamp posts for towns, you see, not random scraps of forestry.
A: But this is outrageous! Could you not have contacted me for authorisation once you realised that this project would come in over-budget?
C: Well, we sort of tried. But we were in the northern wastes, it's quite a long way away. And we didn't want to split up, because there were a lot of wolves. You'll notice, sire, that the final item on the invoice covers compensation for employees eaten by wolves. It's under the sub-heading, Wolves.
A: I am not happy with this at all.
C: I am sorry, but it's all per the original contract. If you will go about putting illumination devices in far flung, uninhabited areas, the costs will increase somewhat.
A: The northern wastes are not uninhabited! There are a few fauns there, I'm sure.
C: No, the northern wastes are not entirely uninhabited, but I think the "wastes" part sheds some light on the geography. There's basically nobody there. Oh, scrub that, we did meet a beaver.
A: Ah yes, I came across him when I carried out the initial survey. What was his name again?
C: Mr Beaver. Quite a coincidence, really. Anyway, I'm sure Mr Beaver and his descendants will get great benefit from the lamp post. I also took the liberty of augmenting the device with some clunky Christian symbolism, whilst I was there. Gratis, sire, of course. Now, perhaps we may discuss a payment plan.
A: Ah, yes. Very good. Well...erm, I have to nip off for a...bit. I'm sure I'll be back in a bit, but just for now, I'll leave you in the care of my deputy. Oh, here she comes. Bye.
C: Ah, good afternoon, madam. I am Scribbins, your humble servant, and you are?
JADIS: The White Witch!
C: May I draw your attention to this invoice?
J: No you may not! I shall rule this kingdom with a grip of ice, vassal, and you are to be my first victim. Wolves, attack!!
C: Oh, not again.