Poke in the Smark? Pa Dee: Roight den yous two, you know de drill. Get your stinkin' backsoides down dat dere park and bring me de heads of a few o' dem good for nut'n little Leprechauns. ( walks off singing 'The Wild Rover') G-Funk: LLLight Agent double 0 Melon, we've been tlacking these glanny scaalers for quite a while now and I've devised a plan of action (this is gleat, listen to this): Evely day we'll both lllllush down to Blllueton Park and patlol the topmost bench alea. We'll altelnate shifts- I will go to the park at the beginning one day and vice versa. LLLight, (Are you ready for this, cause this is pant soilingly cunning) I will disguise myself as a teacher by sitting on the bench, marking books (Gggggeeerrrrllllleat (tony the tiger or G-Funk???)). When the pupils make their excursions to the park, they will be so fooled by my disguise that they will simply walk past me! Blllliant or wot Melonhead? Melonhead: But Bllligadier G-Funk (christ he's got me doing it now), there is a vital flaw in your outstandig masterplan! G-Funk: Oh LLLight, so you THINK you have discoveled a flllaw. Why don't you just tuck your shirt in and shut up you LLLLubix-cube headed moorlon! Melonhead: No no, really- when they walk past us, surely they'll just find a new spot in the park to indulge themselves? G-Funk: Bllllast it Melonhead, outwitted again not only by those pesky, meddlllling sixth formels, but by a llllefllligelllator shaped butt-clluncher. Gllllll.... As the famous Rrrrrabby Burrrrrns once wrrrote for some strange reason: 'The best laid plans of mice and men, Are apt to gang awry'. translated from Scottish (I didn't think there was a ruddy Scottish) into English: 'The best laid plans of mice and men, often go wrong'. So rather than listening to some wild-eyed, butt-munchin', clover crunchin', Guiness drinkin', monkey spankin', root'n, toot'n, foot-in-mouthin' skool sausage gobbler, all you need to hear is just above this cuss.