British Comedy Guide

SKETCH COMP 30.1-6.2.08

What an eclectic mix!
The current winner's CHARLEY again! You win 10 points and something to tell the grand-children.

Votes - Points - Name
4 - 10 - Charley
3 - 5 - Tumble
3 - 5 - Bushbaby
2 - 1 - Winterlight
2 - 1 - Swertyd

Dishonourable mention: Jude, Nigel Kelly, Paul W and the Rome branch of Melanie C fanciers (me).

The new subject is CRIME, chosen by Paul W.

Rules:
One entry per person.
Can be a sketch, joke, lyric or anything along those lines.
Please try and only post your entry and no other posts.
You can edit your entry as much as you want, up until the closing time.

Competition Closes: 6 Feb 2008.

Enjoy!

Overall Leader Board is now:

Points - Name

67 - Frankie
65 - Charley Rance
60 - Baumski
50 - Jude
28 - Fred Peters
22 - Michael Monkhouse
20 - Niteowl
20 - Lazzard
11 - Paul Watson
17 - Ellie
15 - Leevil
15 - Cinnamon
15 - Dale
11 - David Chapman
11 - Steven
11 - Swerytd
10 - Dannyjb1
09 - ajp29
09 - ShoePie
08 - Stylo
05 - Nigel Kelly
05 - Tumble
05 - Bushbaby
05 - Greggles
05 - Happy Shopper
05 - Timothy Marshal-Nichols
05 - Rob B
05 - John Kelly
04 - Andy W
04 - losaavedra
02 - Winterlight
02 - Imamazed
02 - Slack Bladder
02 - Paul Nash
02 - Boits
02 - Gavin
01 - Skibbington von Skubber
01 - Ginger Jesus
01 - Nick Rivers
01 - Daddy Maz
01 - Martin Bickle
01 - Hellboy
01 - Batman
01 - Ray Dawson
01 - Marion
01 - Tooting Jo

Spot any mistakes? Then PM me. Thanks

Another little irritant.

THE GUN SHOP

A MAN ENTERS A GUN SHOP.

FX

Bell rings

THE MAN WALKS UP TO AN ASSISTANT.

MAN

Oy! This pistol you sold me just half an hour ago doesn’t work.

ASSISTANT

I’m tewwibly sowwy sirw. What appears to be the pwoblem?

MAN

Well, this gun you sold me is a duff’un. There I was, performing on stage when this bloke runs on. So of course I tried to shoot ‘im but the bloody thing wouldn’t bleedin’ fire! Look…

EXACTLY AS THE GUN GOES OFF ANOTHER CUSTOMER ENTERS THE SHOP. INSTEAD OF THE BELL RINGING ALL THAT’S HEARD IS A CRACK OF GUN FIRE.

FX

Crack of gunfire.

THE MAN LOOKS UP AT THE BELL. HE MAKES HIS WAY PAST THE PREVIOUS SCENE TO THE COUNTER. IN THE BACKGROUND THE SINGER AND THE ASSISTANT ARE STRUGGLING WITH THE GUN.

SHOPKEEPER

Hello there. Can I help you?

CUSTOMER

Ah hello. Unusual doorbell you have there. Erm, I was looking to purchase some sort of weaponry.

SHOPKEEPER

And what type of weaponry is sir looking to purchase?

CUSTOMER

Actually, ideally I’d like a 12 bore shotgun.

SHOPKEEPER

Well we have a wide range here, sir.

SHOPKEEPER PICKS UP A CATALOGUE FROM UNDERNEATH THE COUNTER.

We have our basic package here, at £500, which comes with two months free supply of cartridges. This is recommended more for the beginner, as you receive a two-day tuition course courtesy of ‘Big Tony’.

CUSTOMER

Hmm, I see.

SHOPKEEPER

Of course there is a more advanced model at £1500 which assumes a level of gunmanship and comes with an extra six months, yes six months, free supply of ammunition, with the added bonus of a free stocking.

CUSTOMER

Well I have had quite a bit of hunting experience so that sounds quite interesting. But I was wondering whether the gun could be sawn off at the end.

SHOPKEEPER

Ah, that would bring me on to our top of the range model, costing £2500, with the end of the shotgun sawn off. And for an extra £50 we would scratch off the gun’s serial number. On top of all this for an extra £300 we would provide an alibi for that ‘occasion in question’.

CUSTOMER

Ah, right. Like it.

SHOPKEEPER

Plus, this model comes with its own contract.
CUSTOMER

Erm, actually I’d rather had in mind doing my own thing, thanks.

SHOPKEEPER

That’s not a problem, sir. We can remove that for you and replace it with a specific clause.

SHOPKEEPER SHOWS CUSTOMER A CONTRACT.

I sign, on behalf of our organisation, as well as you, sir. On section 2B there, you will notice that there is a secrecy clause in which if you say or do anything to associate this purchase with this shop or any of its staff, Big Tony will call round to your abode to blow your head off and dispose of your body as he sees fit.

CUSTOMER

Small print eh!

CUSTOMER PERUSES CONTRACT.

Everything seems in order here. Yes, I think I’ll take the top of the range model with the removed serial number and the £300 alibi.

SHOPKEEPER

A wise choice sir. I’ll just tally up your bill.

SHOPKEEPER TYPES THE DETAILS ON A TILL

F/X

Klaxon

SHOPKEEPER

This is your lucky day, sir. You are the one thousandth customer to have purchased this model. As a gesture we will throw in this extremely attractive carriage clock, free of charge.

SHOPKEEPER REMOVES A CARRIAGE CLOCK FROM A SHELF BEHIND HIM AND PLACES IT ON THE COUNTER.

CUSTOMER

Oh, how marvellous.

SHOPKEEPER PLACES WEAPON AND CARRIAGE CLOCK INTO A LARGE BROWN PAPER BAG AND HANDS IT TO THE CUSTOMER.

SHOPKEEPER

There you go, sir. Stay lucky.

CUSTOMER

Thank you very much. Good-bye.

CUSTOMER TURNS AND HEADS TO DOOR. HE WALKS PAST A COUNTER WHERE WE CAN SEE BEHIND IT THE TWO MEN FROM THE BEGINNING STILL STRUGGLING. HE OPENS THE DOOR.

F/X

Bell rings.

CUSTOMER PAUSES AND LOOKS UP AT THE BELL, QUIZZICALLY. HE SWINGS THE DOOR A COUPLE OF TIMES MORE MAKING THE BELL RING. HE SHRUGS HIS SHOULDERS AND TURNS TO EXIT.

CRIME PAYS.
3 toddlers in a day nursery,sitting at the table doing finger painting,of something they done at the weekend.

Charles 4 years old (Posh Voice)
Here chaps, my Papa brought me this here I Phone. (Takes it out of his pocket to show his friends)

Tia. 4 years old (Essex voice)
So, me mam got me a pink Robert Cavali case to stick my moby in.

Dakota. 4 years old (Slang voice)
I got me both of those f**kers init. Just aint got em on me at the mo, will have in a min. Know what Im saying Arsehooooooooooooles! (Punches both toddlers in the face & nicks the phone & case)

The toddlers grizzle. Snot running into their mouths.
The nursery teacher approaches the table & comforts the children.

Teacher
(To take their mind off things)So children, what are you painting?

Charles
Well Miss, this is a picture of my Granmama’s 8 bedroom mansion.This is ones mama & papa, sister Isobella & I playing in the 30000 acre garden.

Tia
This here is me mam & stepdad & I outside Harvey Nicks. Mam is holding her reaaaaaaaaaaly expensive, Chloe designer bag & my stepdad is grizzling coz we wont be able to eat for a month.

Dakota
This is ma council flat. Here is my mum’s 96th boyfriend in 2 weeks, stabbing some geezer for his trainers. This is ma bruvva Mitchell beheading a hamster & this is me init. I am smiling coz me granny died & left me £4. I am gonna buy me half an an E. No what I am saying Bitch.

Cut to
The teacher asking the toddlers what they want to be when they grow up.

Charles
Oh an aviator. One would just adore to fly planes.

Tia
Page 7 bird. Get silly cone implants & be like Jordan.

Dakota
Drug dealer. Deal drugs init you c**ts.

Cut to 30 years later. All 3 toddlers now grown, are dropping their own toddlers off at the nursery. The teacher recognises them & walks over to the 3.

Teacher
So did you all become what you hoped you would.

Charles
Well no. See Granmama died leaving all the money to papa. Poor Papa vanished. He was last seen on a canoe with 14 sacks of money. Mama struggled to make ends meet. I am a dustman for the Bedfordshire Depot.

Tia
Well I did a few porn films but then me silly cones burst. I now work at Tesco on the tills, just so as I can keep little Jordan Katie in designer gear. I aint got no tits anymore but am saving for Jordan Katie to get some when she is 8.

Dakota
Well I became exactly what I wanted. I am a drug dealer init arsehoooooooooooles. (Hands out his business cards)

They all walk to their carpark chatting.Charles gets in his 6 year old Focus, Tia walks towards a bus stop & Dakota slides into his brand new top of the range BMW.

MIDDLE-AGED MAN AND A TEENAGER ARE DOING A BURGLARY. THEY LOAD THEIR BAGS WITH MONEY/JEWELLERY. THEY HEAR SOMEONE COMING INTO THE HOUSE.

MAN
Quick. Scarper! They're back.

BOTH GO OUT THROUGH THE WINDOW AND RUN TO THEIR CAR. THE TEENAGER FUMBLES.

MAN
For God's sake man, hurry up! I've trained you better than this.

TEENAGER
I left my car keys on their dressing table.

CAPTION: CLAVERN HIGH STREET. TUESDAY 9:30

EXT. HIGH STREET. NIGHT.

A COUPLE ARE WALKING DOWN THE ROAD LAUGHING WITH EACH OTHER. THEY APPROACH THE WINDOW OF A BIG ELECTRICAL GOODS STORE. A YOUTH IS LEANING UP AGAINST THE WALL BY THE SIDE OF THE WINDOW. AS THE COUPLE WALK PAST THE WINDOW, THE YOUTH SUDDENLY SPRINGS INTO ACTION AND THROWS A BRICK THROUGH THE SHOP WINDOW. AS THE ALARM GOES OFF HE TURNS TO THE COUPLE.

YOUTH
Go on help yourself; you've got a couple of minutes before the cops arrive. Go for it.

A LARGE STAMP APPEARS ON THE SCREEN BEARING THE LOGO 'CRIME STARTERS'

CUT TO:

INT. STUDIO. DAY.

A SMARTLY DRESSED MAN ADDRESSES THE SCREEN, CLEARLY VISIBLE ARE A NUMBER OF LABELS, HANGING OFF THE SUIT, TIE, SHIRT AND EVEN SHOES.

YOUTH
What you just saw was a re-creation of an actual crime; did you witness this or have you witnessed something like it?...

PAUSE

...and wonder how it's done. Well wonder no more. Just call the national crime starters help line, for your free fact pack on how to get started in dark underbelly of the world of crime. That's Crime Starters. On 0307 667788, just ask for Ron.

POLICEMAN (OFF): Oi you....

THE YOUTH LOOKS OFF CAMERA TO THE SOURCE OF THE VOICE AND LEGS IT, PAUSING TO GRAB SOME GEAR AS HE GOES PAST IT. WE SEE SEVERAL POLICEMEN CHASE HIM OFF

SERVES YOU RIGHT by Tuumble

Someone nicked my phone today
It really makes me sick
Just wait till I get my hands on him
The stupid little prick!

I only got it the other day
He caught me off my guard
So what if I bought it
on someone elses card

SCENE. INT. INTERVIEW ROOM. DAY.

OFFICER
You killed her didn’t you! Didn’t you!

MAN
(Very smug) You don’t have any proof, no fingerprints, nothing.

OFFICER
Damn it! We’ll find something! We still have forensics sweeping that place top to bottom! You must have missed something, and we’ll find it!

MAN
Sorry to disappoint you officer, but I think you’ll find I’ve left nothing behind.

The OFFICER stands up.

OFFICER
Come on.

The MAN stands up and a blood-covered knife drops off his lap.

MAN
Shit!

END.

Anyone know what Happy-slapping is? I wouldn't know a happy-slapper was if one came up and smacked me in the face.

SHERLOCK GROANS

Sherlock Holmes' study.
Sherlock leans back on his chair, smoking a cigarette and looking smugly at Dr Watson.

WATSON: Excellent Holmes… How did you know which of us is indeed the thief?

HOLMES: Elementary my dear Watson. At first I confess I suspected dear Earnest…

EARNEST sits there, looking nervously from left to right.

HOLMES: For the left-to-right jerks of his facial regions are most compatible with those of a blackguard eager to secretise his current whereabouts…

WATSON: Pure genius!

HOLMES: Then I wondered if it were young Johnson…

JOHNSON sits there nervously, scratching his bottom.

HOLMES: For he scratches his nether regions in precisely the same hither-and-thither constellation as would have been necessary to open the safe…

WATSON: Marvellous!

HOLMES: Then my thoughts fell to Donald…

DONALD sits there, lighting one cigarette off the other.

HOLMES: For the manner in which the fellow moves and removes nicotine from his system is vaguely reminiscent of a fiend moving and removing pound notes from the afore-mentioned container…

DONALD: You must be mahd!

HOLMES: But none of you were capable of side-tracking my wondrous brain from the true criminal. After much deliberation I am confident in declaring that the thief is none other than Bridges…

BRIDGES sits there in a mask and striped T-shirt with a bag marked 'SWAG' round his shoulders.

INT. WORKING TITLE/OFFICE - NIGHT

SEXY JULES (37) DRESSED AS CAT WOMAN, DROPS FROM THE VENT SHAFT IN THE CEILING WITH A BUNCH OF SCRIPTS UNDER HER ARM.

BUXOM CASEY (33) PEERS DOWN FROM THE VENT SHAFT DRESSED AS AN OVER-STUFFED TWEETIE PIE. CASEYS’ LEGS APPEAR FIRST, THEN DANGLE.

JULES
C’mon Casey, don’t be scared.

CASEY
I’m not, I’m stuck!

JULES GRABS CASEYS’ LEGS AND PULLS AS HARD AS SHE CAN. CASEY SHOOTS OUT, CRASH LANDS ON THE FLOOR AND SKIDS TO A HALT.

CASEY PULLS HERSELF UP, LIFTS A FLAP IN HER COSTUME AND PULLS OUT HER SCRIPTS.

JULES
Couldn’t you have been superwoman or something?

CASEY
It wouldn’t fit. It was this or Orville!

CASEY AND JULES PUT THEIR SCRIPTS ON TOP OF EVERY PILE.

JULES WATCHES CASEY STICK A PINK LOLLY TO THE FRONT OF EACH ONE.

JULES
The book said don’t use bribes.

CASEY
I haven’t licked it! Anyway, the book said be inventive when getting scripts to people.

CASEY SPOTS SOMETHING AND POSES.

CASEY
Look! They’ve even got CCTV!

JULES
Bugger!

CASEY
AT least we’re in disguise and totally untraceable.

CASEY AND JULES WALK TOWARDS THE DOOR.

CASEY
What was your script called?

JULES
“Cat Woman the Menopause Years” and yours?

CASEY
“Tweetie Pie Pulls It Off!”

INT. BUSY SHOPPING MALL. A POLICEMAN IN FULL UNIFORM IS COLLECTING FOR “LONELY OLD POLICEMEN WEEK”. WE SEE THE POLICEMAN STEAL A PURSE OUT OF A WOMAN’S OPEN BAG. HE THEN APPROACHES A YOUNG MUM WALKING WITH HER TWO TODDLERS.

POLICEMAN:
You’ve got a nice pair there love…

YOUNG MUM:
Sorry, what did you say?

POLICEMAN:
Toddlers, love. Two lovely kids you’ve got.

YOUNG MUM (LOOKS AFFECTIONATELY AT KIDS):
Oh yeah, they are good kids really, make me cross sometimes though…

POLICEMAN (EDGES CLOSER TO THE WOMAN):
Have you got a bit to spare, eh love eh? (BEAT) For the lonely old policemen…

YOUNG MUM:
I can’t spare anything what with these two kids to feed and clothe!

POLICEMAN:
OK, but could you drop your pants for half an hour?

YOUNG MUM:
What did you say, you cheeky beggar!

POLICEMAN (DEAD-PAN):
I said you should breathe more deeply for half an hour, love. It reduces stress and helps prevent heart problems in later life.

YOUNG MUM:
Oh er right then, erm thanks…

POLICEMAN:
The lonely old policemen like to drink milk straight from the breast…

YOUNG MUM:
What? I heard you right that time! That’s disgusting!

POLICEMAN:
I said the lonely old policemen like milk from Brest. It’s spelt B, R, E, S, T …it’s in France love… over the sea...

YOUNG MUM:
Well, I’m sorry I don’t know do I…

POLICEMAN:
I hear you’ll be enjoying 6 to 8 inches tonight, love…

YOUNG MUM:
Eh?

POLICEMAN:
Snow, we’ll be having 6 to 8 inches tonight they say. It’s white and falls out of the sky, love...

YOUNG MUM:
I know what snow is don’t I… Look, I’ll try and find you something… (SHE LOOKS IN HER HANDBAG)

POLICEMAN:
I can see you’ve had a cock up already today, love…

YOUNG MUM:
What, how dare you say that in front of my kids (LOOKS POLICEMAN UP AND DOWN) …er, I’ll call a security guard…

POLICEMAN:
Sorry, love… I mean I can see you’ve had an accident - you’ve spilt something all over your bag…

YOUNG MUM:
Oh, yeah! It was Michaels cereal, he’s so messy when he…

POLICEMAN:
..cums?

YOUNG MUM:
…eats. Look I’ve found 50p you can have…

POLICEMAN:
OK, for that you can have a badge. When I pin it on, you may feel my prick…

POLICEMAN PINS THE BADGE ON, STEALS THE YOUNG WOMANS PURSE FROM HER BAG AND WINKS AT CAMERA.

END

TREES

EXT. FOREST.
A TELEVISION REPORTER IS STOOD NEXT TO THE REMAINS OF A TREE TRUNK. BEHIND HIM YOU CAN SEE OTHER TREES THAT HAVE BEEN CHOPPED DOWN

REPORTER: As you can see there has been a massacre behind me. As of yet the police have no idea who has murdered these trees. I do have a potential witness next to me.

(REPORTER LOOKS AT THE REMAINS OF THE TREE NEXT TO HIM)

REPORTER: I understand that you witnessed this massacre this morning?

(THE TREE REMAINS SILENT)

REPORTER: I know that it must have been a shock for you, but is there anything that you could tell our viewers regarding this horrific slaughter?

(AGAIN THE TREE REMAINS SILENT)

REPORTER: Well you could say that this tree is completely stumped.

BOT FUZZ!

EXT DAY. A MALE AND A FEMALE TABLOID JOURNALIST (or 'HACK') ARE PULLED OVER FOR SPEEDING BY A FEMALE POLICE OFFICER.

Male hack:
Phwoooar!

WPC:
I’m sorry, sir?

Female hack:
Wow! Girls in blue dress to impress!

WPC:
Is this your car, Madam?

Male hack:
She’s the boss!

WPC:
Gonna have to give you a fixed penalty -

Male hack:
That’s chest the job!

THE WPC TAKES HER GLOVES OFF.

Male hack:
Hot fuzz! WPC in sexy striptease!

WPC:
You were doing 45 in a 30 zone.

Female hack:
She’s top of the cops!

WPC SLAPS THE FEMALE HACK ACROSS THE FACE WITH HER GLOVE

Male hack:
Shame of sexy cop in S & M rap!

FEMALE HACK RIPS OPEN THE WPC’S SHIRT

Female hack:
What an arresting pair!

Male hack:
Let’s make glove!

Female hack:
Strip cop takes down her particulars!

WPC:
Right, you’re both nicked!

SHE SLAMS HER HANDS DOWN ON THE HACKS’ SHOULDERS, THERE IS A STRUGGLE AND THE HACKS ESCAPE.

Male hack:
Keystone Cops! Sex attack speed probe cock up.

THEY FLEE OFF STAGE, LEAVING THE WPC ALONE, DISHEVELLED AND DISORIENTATED.

WPC:
What’s the story? Local journos in grope quiz.

CUT

INT. DAY. MAN WALKS INTO A POLICE STATION

DESK SERGEANT: How can I help you sir?

MAN: Yes Officer, I want to commit a crime please.

DESK SERGEANT: You mean you want to report a crime?

MAN: No. I said I want to commit a crime.

DESK SERGEANT: Ok, ha, ha. And what crime would you like to commit?

MAN BRINGS LOUD HAILER OUT OF BAG

MAN: (loudly) Impersonating a police officer. Now put your hands where I can see them and step back from the counter!

ENDS.

A SCOTTISH MAN HAS KIDNAPPED ANOTHER MAN WHO IS ALSO SCOTTISH.

John McDuff
Let me go McAllister, they'll have the place surrounded soon.

Ally McAllister
Shut up McDuff! I'm thinking you wee bastard!

(SOUND OF A SLAMMING DOOR, BOTH MEN LOOK UP AND THERE IS A POLICE OFFICER STANDING AT DOOR WITH GUN IN HAND)

1st Police Officer
I'm Detective Inspector Murdoch McFadden, let him go McAllister, the place is surrounded, there is no way out.

(SOUND OF ANOTHER SLAMMING DOOR, ALL 3 MEN LOOK UP AND THERE IS ANOTHER POLICE OFFICER STANDING AT DOOR WITH GUN IN HAND)

2nd Police Officer
I'm Detective Inspector Ross McKinnon, You have no chance of escaping with him McAllister, let the wee man go.

(SOUND OF ANOTHER SLAMMING DOOR, ALL 4 MEN LOOK UP AND THEIR IS ANOTHER POLICE OFFICER STANDING AT DOOR WITH GUN IN HAND)

3rd Police Officer (HAS A POSH ENGLISH ACCENT)
I'm Detective Inspector James Richardson-Smith, let the young man go, Duckworth, you have no chance of escaping.

(ALL 4 MEN CONTINUE TO STARE AT HIM)

3rd Police Officer
Sorry, I must have the wrong room. (POSH ENGLISH LAUGH)

(SLOWLY SHUTS THE DOOR BEHIND HIM,WHILE SHUTTING THE DOOR HE QUIETLY KEEPS ON APOLIGISING)

A SCOTTISH MAN HAS KIDNAPPED ANOTHER MAN WHO IS ALSO SCOTTISH.

John McDuff
Let me go McAllister, they'll have the place surrounded soon.

Ally McAllister
Shut up McDuff! I'm thinking you wee bastard!

(SOUND OF A SLAMMING DOOR, BOTH MEN LOOK UP AND THERE IS A POLICE OFFICER STANDING AT DOOR WITH GUN IN HAND)

1st Police Officer
I'm Detective Inspector Murdoch McFadden, let him go McAllister, the place is surrounded, there is no way out.

(SOUND OF ANOTHER SLAMMING DOOR, ALL 3 MEN LOOK UP AND THERE IS ANOTHER POLICE OFFICER STANDING AT DOOR WITH GUN IN HAND)

2nd Police Officer
I'm Detective Inspector Ross McKinnon, You have no chance of escaping with him McAllister, let the wee man go.

(SOUND OF ANOTHER SLAMMING DOOR, ALL 4 MEN LOOK UP AND THEIR IS ANOTHER POLICE OFFICER STANDING AT DOOR WITH GUN IN HAND)

3rd Police Officer (HAS A POSH ENGLISH ACCENT)
I'm Detective Inspector James Richardson-Smith, let the young man go, Duckworth, you have no chance of escaping.

(ALL 4 MEN CONTINUE TO STARE AT HIM)

3rd Police Officer
Sorry, I must have the wrong room. (POSH ENGLISH LAUGH)

(SLOWLY SHUTS THE DOOR BEHIND HIM,WHILE SHUTTING THE DOOR HE QUIETLY KEEPS ON APOLIGISING)

Share this page