The Guinea Pig Files. Tales of Ralph, Toby and Graham |
Spangler's Homogenous Chelated Mineral Additives proudly sponsors the Dexterous Manual Manipulations and Ventriloquistic Escapades of Mr Adhere E nniummium (how do we spell that again?) Remember Folks, if it ain't Spangler's then it's probably someone else's. SHOE BOX ONE (Ralph): I suspect he thinks this is clever you know. SHOE BOX TWO (Toby): Juggling Boxes? How so? Ralph: The audience is supposed to think that there are guinea pigs inside these boxes, namely us. But we're not, so he's saved on our booking fee. Toby: Why the low down dirty... That's a rotten trick. Ralph: That's just the kind of man we are dealing with Toby. SHOE BOX THREE (Graham): Gottle of Geer, Gottle of Geer, Gweep! Ralph: Ha! He's messed up there, shoe boxes cannot frown collectively at other shoe boxes. Toby: It sounds as though he's gotten around it though. Graham: We interrupt this programme for a massage from our sponsors. (Slight pause) Toby (slowly): Do you suppose he meant 'message'? Ralph: It's hard to tell isn't it. Left a bit. Left a bit. Ahhh! that's the spot. Toby: Ralph, when you've quite finished. Graham: Gweep. Toby: Do you suppose that he's going to keep this up till Halloween? Ralph: Probably. Either that or until he's driven out of the Newsfeed with torches and pitchforks. |