Landmark post time (2000), so I thought in the traditional way I would use it to post a sketch rather than a failed witticism that the rest of my posts are!
I quite like this one, but no-one seemed to when I posted it in one of the sketch comps, so figured the time is right for feedback (if you please).
Ta
Dan
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Captain Birdseye
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NEPTUNE SITS ON HIS THRONE IN HIS UNDERWATER CASTLE. NO-ONE IS TALKING. A FISH GUARD SWIMS THROUGH THE ENTRANCE OF A DOOR, STOPS, THEN SWIMS AROUND THE DOOR AND BACK THROUGH AGAIN.
A PANICKED GOLDFISH SWIMS IN THROUGH A FISH-SIZED GAP IN THE MAIN DOORS, EYES BULGING.
GOLDFISH:
Your Royal Wetness! Captain Birdseye is here to (STOPS SUDDENLY, LOOKS CONFUSED) Now, what was it agai—
THE FULL DOOR SMASHES OPEN, SQUASHING THE FISH. NEPTUNE DROPS HIS TRIDENT, ATTEMPTS TO CATCH IT AND IT CLATTERS TO THE FLOOR.
CAP'N BIRDSEYE:
Yar har, Neptune! You owe me rent!
NEPTUNE COWERS NERVOUSLY ON THE EDGE OF HIS CHAIR
NEPTUNE:
Captain Birdseye – I haven't got it!
CAP'N BIRDSEYE:
Oh no? Always the same excuses. (MIMICS BADLY) "There's a worldwide cod shortage"!
NEPTUNE:
But there *is* a worldwide cod shortage!
CAP'N BIRDSEYE:
I'll have haddock then! Only the second best for the Captain's table!
NEPTUNE:
There's a haddock shortage too! There aren't any fish left!
CAP'N BIRDSEYE:
You must think I'm a mug, Neptune!
NEPTUNE:
Look, (GULPS) you've used it all up. Since you won the oceans off me in Zeus's ill-advised poker game, you derestricted my stringent rationing and regrowth policy for the gain of your frozen food empire! Now, I'm not saying capitalism is such a bad thing, but… there's nothing left to give!
CAP'N BIRDSEYE:
(CONSIDERS) So, what have you got to offer?
NEPTUNE:
All that's left. (BEAT) The krill.
CAP'N BIRDSEYE:
Krill?! Krill!??! That's just plankton! I can't freeze that!
NEPTUNE:
(GULPS) Sure you can. Call it…. Call it ‘Healthy Living Cod' on the packet. No-one'll know the difference.
CAP'N BIRDSEYE:
You disappoint me, Neptune. We're gonna have to cook something special up for you. Grab him, boys!
THE HENCHMEN, BOTH OF WHOM ARE IDENTICAL CLONES OF THE ‘NEW, YOUNG' CAPTAIN BIRDSEYE DESCEND UPON NEPTUNE AND GRAB HIM IN THE ENSUING STRUGGLE.
CAP'N BIRDSEYE:
Okay Neptune, your choice: a battering or a breadcrumbing?
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