Shortly...THWACK!
CLONK!SPLATCH!KABLAM!SPLATCH!Meanwhile...Suddenly...
CRACK!Shortly...
Aaaaaa-gaaaa- Doo!Doo! Doo!
Push pineapple shake the tree...!n
nn
n n n...bringin’ the good
name o’ theWindsors
intae disrepute!Yous twa
should be
ashamed o’
yirsels...Pitch itwell up, hen..!Och! Whit
a stink!Braw shot,
oorWullie!Och! A wee prodto th’ boundry.Thae yin’s
went for six!Ah, thae’s nuthin’ like the
soond o’ shitey nappyagin
willow, hen! Ho-ho!Fir fud’s sake! Whit
the fuddin’ fud...?!Richt, Meghan.This meanswar! Time tae get
oot mawee souvenir frae Afghanistan!It’s Behind the
mower, HONEY!Fetch the shiteyest nappyye can find, hen!Quick, get it
loaded up.
It’s makingmy
eyes water!Richt,firin’ in three...twa...yin...!Help m’boab! Ah’ve
ower-cooked it!Pour us
anither glass
o’ Irn Bru, pal.Yes, ma’am.Whit the...?!Who’s howkin’ shitey
nappies aboot?!Richt! Are you going
to let him talk
about me like
that, Harry?Comeawa ‘ere, oorWullie. A’ll
knock yir baaldy heid aff!Oh ye will, willye?
Ye an’yer slapper
yankee guidwife?!No a’m not, hin! A’mganna
knock his baaldy heid aff!STOAP!Gran’maw! ooof! aiiiieeee!The country’sgauin’ tae
shite, an’we should be
settin’ a braw example, not
scrappin’ like feckin’weans!...Sorry gran’maw....We’ve got tae staundtogether.Oi! Turn thae trannydoon, ye lanky
Greek bawbag, or I’ll come roond
there an’ shove it up yir bahookie!I’d like tae see
ye try, ye glaikit
auld bag,ye!Aaaaaa-gaaaa- Doo!Doo! Doo!
Push pineapple!...Grindcoff-ee!!Ach no!That
bas frae next
door’s got ‘is
friggin’ music
blarin’ oot
again!Your Irn
Brew ma’am.Feckin’ gran’
weans, eh?Noo, shoogle
hauns like feckin’
gentlemen.We’re theWindsors...
the royal friggin’
family. Unitedfir
oor subjects.nn