Yeah, let the Final begin! Like the Final wants to begin, but are not letting him! Meanie! May you be jugulated by a leprechaun!
Anyway, on to the final task which seems to be cross between an English assessment task and an overgrown Uncle George.
Act 1
(scenery: The stage is lit by black tinted light made by mincing the Head of Muffin-making and then feeding it to seagulls which explode to create noxious gases which fills up a balloon which carried a midget to turn on the light switch. In the centre of the stage, or hall of flying hampsters as those impressionist Barney loving bollywood practitioners call it, is a peacock. A very special peacock. Yeah. Well, moving on from that fantastic and most detailed talk about
The Peacock, that very special peacock, that peacock,
that peacock,
That most fantastically peacock! (oh no, I feel a song fizzling my jizzling!) :
That peacock! Yeah Yeah Yeah!
Tha-at peacock! Yeah Yeah Yeah!
Tha-at peacock! Yeah Yeah Yeah!
The peacock that hel-lps Dr. Spock!
Every time that peacock sings!
I feel like growing wings!
And flying with that peacock to high above!
Where I burn my rubber gloves!
*does some great river dancing*
Because...
That peacock! Yeah Yeah Yeah!
Is not a peacock! Yeah Yeah Yeah!
It is really! Yeah Yeah Yeah!
STEVE IRWIN! Aw Aw Crickey!
Jiggedy Jiggedy Jiggedy alright! *moonwalks off the stage, ignoring the half eaten Steve Irwin behind him, aswell as the mouse who is devouring him (well, they are the top predator of the
Steveis Irwinis genus)*
...
BACK ON TOPIC!
Anyway, as I was saying, at centrestage there is a peacock, which really is a peacock (seriously, the Steve Irwin thing was all in your mind!

), which acts as a throne for King Arthur. To the left is a blue police box which makes funny noises from time to time, a bit like someone making scones with high quality port sediment cream and mashed pygmy jam (funny I don't remember putting it there, and that flesh eating geranium that was once there has disappeared). Whilst on the right side there is a badly painted Preston (it's lubriheiden!). )
(Enter King Arthur, Sir Elvis Presley, Sir Stalin and Sir Your Mum.)
King Arthur - Why this be a fine throne you have made for me, Sir Your Mum.
Sir Your Mum - Why, thank be you, be thanked thou bonk-ed thee Sir Elvis (hides a book titled Creating Thrones Out of Steve Irwin and Peacock Costumes For Dummies behind her back).
Sir Elvis - Hey, I am just keepin' things cool, dude. Oh and Nuu, can you stop using thee and thou in random places? It is really confusing me, man!
Nuu - Quiet you! I am not even in this play! I am writing it! For that, I am going to erase all trace of you!
(Nuu erases all trace of Sir Elvis, except a few bits which he missed. He removed all trace of Sir Elvis' trip to the seaside with his friends the Boobahs)
Nuu - Now, stop reading this! For that, I will erase you aswell!
(Nuu erases you! Omg! Shock! horror!)
...
BACK ON TOPIC! AGAIN!
Sir Stalin - Can I go and play with my nuclear missiles now?
King Arthur - Finish your brussel sprouts! Or you wont get any Munchables!
Sir Stalin - What the hell have Munchables got to do with this?
King Arthur - I don't know, they just invaded the set and compelled me to say that! That Kraft company is evil, I swear!

King Arthur - Hey, what the hell? These arn't munchables!
Sir Stalin - Lets splode them anyway! (splodes munchables, or whatever they are)
Nuu - I have located the true munchables! They are hiding in the Favourite Foods site! Grr! (splodes Favourite Foods)



King Arthur - Argh! Get it away! Too...evil!
Sir Stalin - Get out ze nukes! Destroy ze capitalist Munchables!
(Suddenly, out of the blue box comes Doctor Who!)
Sir Stalin - Omg! It is Doctor Who!
King Arthur - No it is not! It is Doctor Who's Indian copy!
Sir Stalin - No it can't be!
Doctor Who - Yes! It is I! DENTIST WHO! Remember to floss twice a day kids! To keep all those plaque Daleks at bay!
Sir Stalin - No! The good advice is killing me!
Dentist Who - I have come to save the Munchables! They provide 36% of your calcium needs! And best of all, they paid us $200 dollars to promote their product in our show!
King Arthur - Never! The Munchables are evil!
Sir Your Mum - Hey! Why arn't I saying anything! You said this was a crucial part!
Nuu - I agree! Kill the Munchables! Kill them all!
Sir Elvis - Hey, take a chill pill, man!
Nuu - Hey! I thought I got rid of you! Exterminate! Exterminate!
Dentist Who - Oh no! Plaque Daleks are building up! Here, have some floss!
Head of Drama - Hey! Stop this play! This is ridiculous!
Nuu - She is writing on my play script! Throw pidgeons at her!
(total pandemonium. Everyone dies!)
badly painted Preston - Hi mum!
ENDZORED!

