GOON SHOW TLO 69221
5TH SERIES: NO 14
1ST BROADCAST: 28 Dec. 1954
GREENSLADE: This is the BBC Home Service
THROAT: Cor Blimey!
ORCHESTRA: "Jingle Bells"
SELLERS: 'Tis Christmas, and in every home are sounds of revelry and good cheer. But alas outside...
GRAMS: Snow Blizzard Over Speech
SELLERS: Outside in the driving snow a lone tragic ragged figure stumbles through the icy streets, his thin frost-bitten fingers clutching at the thread-bare overcoat. He stumbles into a decrepit hovel ignoring the poor wretches who lay groaning on the straw-covered floor. He staggers in, lets fall his ragged coat, lurches forward and says...
SEAGOON: Welcome to the Goon Show!
GRAMS: Various moans and wailings...
SEAGOON: Thank you listeners. And a Merry Christmas to all our readers. For the Christmas festival we present on the new curved speaker radio set, A Bandit Of Sherwood Forest
ORCHESTRA: Grand Opening
GREENSLADE: Doncaster late in the 12th century, 'tis
December and the snow covered coaching yard of the Bowman's
SHERIFF: Oh coach master, a word I pray
SEAGOON: (country accent) Coming sir! Ah 'tis the Sheriff of Nottingham. A pleasure to talk to the only real gentleman here
SHERIFF: Oh really?
SEAGOON: Yes, that's him over there by the wall. Wallace the Greenslade
SHERIFF: Hm, forsooth this day I would travel to
SEAGOON: Coach don't need a ticket, it travels free ha ha ha...
SHERIFF: Now then, I wish a seat with my back to the horses
SEAGOON:Dun't matter, if you're downwind you'll still cop it! Hur hur hur...
SHERIFF:Ye good joke.(lapses into cockney) Now belt up will ya!
SHERIFF: Baggage boy! Baggage boy!
ECCLES: Hello. Didst thou call, sire?
SHERIFF: Long thin lad put my three bags top of the
ECCLES: Forsooth I will do that, I say sooth, sooth, sooth, sooth and... sooth!
SHERIFF: What manner of an idiot is this that keeps saying sooth?
ECCLES: Little does he know that I'm a soothsayer! (laughs) Now don't hit me now! Ooh, what was that?
SHERIFF: Just my little foot. Now get those bags and...
ECCLES: Okay, I got the bags, I'll get all the bags, I've done this before you know!?
GRAMS: Cases being moved and thumped about
ECCLES: Steady on, I'll get them up, I've done this before you know? I'll just get them up there! (faintly) There you are all safe and sound on top. Oooh! I forgot the bags! I'll come down and...
SHERIFF: No no no, stay there and I'll throw them up to you. Here's one - two - three. Got them?
SEAGOON: Excuse me sir, could you give I a hand around the other side of the coach?
SEAGOON: There's a lad lying down with 3 cases on top of him
SHERIFF: Idiot! Idiot!
ECCLES: OK, it's okay Sire, I didn't hurt myself
SHERIFF: Well jump again
ECCLES: I fell on this old woman
GREENSLADE: I'm not an old woman
ECCLES: I'm sorry, I meant this old man
GREENSLADE: I'm not an old woman or an old man
GREENSLADE: I'm a young man
Coachman and ECCLES: Laugh, ye good joke!
FLOWERDEW: Hark ye all! Hark ye all! The coach for
SEAGOON: Everyone aboard
SEAGOON: Next stop
ORCHESTRA: Cheerful Link
GRAMS: Carriage Rolling Along Over Speech
BANNISTER: (snoring) Oh dear, dear, dear dear! I must have dozed off. Where are we, pray, gentlemen?
SHERIFF: We're in
BANNISTER: Oh! Oh dear! What's become of the long, thin lad?
SHERIFF: I threw him out of the coach a mile back
BANNISTER: What in heaven made you do that, sir?
SHERIFF: I don't know, just high spirits I suppose
BANNISTER: The poor, poor lad, lost in the forest the wolves will get him
HUNGARIAN: (heavily accented) Please don't mention the wolves!
BANNISTER: Why not?
HUNGARIAN: (heavily accented) I'm an Hungarian!
GRAMS: Carriage Screeches To A Halt
FRIAR BALSAM: Stand and deliver! Hands up or I'll split your grotkin in each quarter!
BANNISTER: Oh mercy! It's an outlaw!
FRIAR BALSAM: I warn you madam, one step nearer and I'll scream
GREENSLADE: Art thou one of Robin Hood's men?
FRIAR BALSAM: I art, me name is Friar Balsam
GREENSLADE: What luck! Oh indeed, what luck! I wish to join your band, I play the saxophone
FRIAR BALSAM: Oh, just what we need, right we shall keep you. Now coachman, you may drive on anon.
FX: Horse Gallops Off (Getting Faster) Into Distance
FRIAR BALSAM: Now then my lad, from now on you will be known as Little John and...
ROBIN HOOD: Ahoy there my merry men, it is I Robin Hood nee Neddie Seagoon known as handsome Harry plus Harry Secombe now playing in pantomime.
(singing) Be my love for no-one…
Falling in love with love is falling for make-believe!
un diversa bellezza.
Hooray! Well done. More! More! Thank you, more!
SHERIFF: Come along Robin there's no need to be so shy. Robin this is our new recruit
ROBIN HOOD: Welcome to the band, I'll have you fitted for a suit of Lincoln Green. Call Nobby the tailor!
NOBBY: (Lew/Jewish) Yes er, what is it dumpling?
ROBIN HOOD: Measure this man
NOBBY: Why, is he dead?
ROBIN HOOD: For a suit
NOBBY: Oh a suit, alright then. Elken, you got the tape?
NOBBY: Good. Right now then um - and the chalk Elki boy… chest 17 including shoulders, waist 56 - 'ere you're a bit of a nosher ain't you? Never mind it's nice to see it on you - Right arm 18, left arm 28 - now then inside leg...
NOBBY: Sorry! That's all now, half a nicker to you
GREENSLADE: I refuse to be seen wearing half a nicker!
ECCLES: Here here here! Ooh help! Robin Hood, help!
ROBIN HOOD: It's Will Eccles, what's happened?
ECCLES: The Sheriff of Nottingham, he threw me out of the coach, clung! But I learnt something else: his men have captured Maid Marion
ROBIN HOOD: Oh no! Maid
FRIAR BALSAM: You must rescue her
ROBIN HOOD: Yes. I must rescue her, she's so beautiful!
FRIAR BALSAM: It will mean certain death for you
ROBIN HOOD: I don't know, she wasn't that pretty. I wonder where they're keeping her
ECCLES: Where they're keeping her? In the forest of course, because there's plenty of good hiding places there, my dad used to take me there
ROBIN HOOD: What for?
ECCLES: A good hiding - Ha ha!
FRIAR BALSAM: You're all cowards, do you hear me? The fair Maid Marion must be rescued at all costs. Will Eccles, saddle me horse
ROBIN HOOD: Max Geldray strap on a perforated mackerel sheet - zounds!
MAX GELDRAY - "Oh, Lady Be Good"
ORCHESTRA: Dramatic link
SHERIFF: Get in there you naughty Maid Marion
SHERIFF: Little Spitfire!
SHERIFF: Only in a Turkish Bath
SHERIFF: In that case goodbye-est!
FX: Heavy Door Shutting
SELLERS: The part of Maid Marion is being played by Miss Charlotte Mitchell and a ripe little ham she's proving. Pray, continue
ROBIN HOOD: Psssst!
ROBIN HOOD: Pssst!
ROBIN HOOD: Pe ss tte!
ROBIN HOOD: Yessssst
ROBIN HOOD: Chained to the wall behind you. The truth is I'm a prisoner. My arms are chained
ROBIN HOOD: No
ORCHESTRA: Lounge Dance Music Over Speech
ROBIN HOOD: Do you come here often? Stop! (ORCHESTRA STOPS) Stop this mad soiree
ROBIN HOOD: I know, isn't it a bore? But we must escape. Wait, this stone I'm chained to, it's loose, I can feel the draught. Hnnnnnnn Hnnnnn Hnnn. Ah! I've done it!
ROBIN HOOD: Taken an aspirin, I don't want to catch cold
ROBIN HOOD: My arms are chained, but my teeth aren't! Place the chain twixt my teeth
ROBIN HOOD: Right. Hnnnn, it's coming I think, hnnn
FX: Set Of Teeth Falling On The Floor
ROBIN HOOD: Well don't just stand there! Pick them up!
ROBIN HOOD: It wasn't me
ECCLES: There's more than one prisoner in here
ROBIN HOOD: 'Tis the noble Eccles. What are you doing here?
ECCLES: Six months!
ROBIN HOOD: You captured too?
FX: Heavy Prison Door Opened
SHERIFF: Yes, I've come to take you, Maid Marion
ROBIN HOOD: Splat Thun Zowee Blun Thud Biff Club Wallop Than Blat Sokko! There, let that be a lesson to you! Blat! Blat!
SHERIFF: You silly twisted boy, you! Come Maid
FRIAR BALSAM: (Blows out candle)
SHERIFF: Who blew my candle out?
ECCLES: Ho ho
FRIAR BALSAM: Don't move, sheriff, or this club will mash your nugglers
ROBIN HOOD: It's Friar Balsam. Let the sheriff have it
OMNES: Thuds and screams of fighting
FRIAR BALSAM: Club'n'yukka. Now, you swine, had enough?
ECCLES: Yup, I've had enough'
FRIAR BALSAM: Eccles! Where's the sheriff?
ROBIN HOOD: I've got him by the throat, help me!
FRIAR BALSAM: No!
ROBIN HOOD: Why not?
FRIAR BALSAM: My throat!
FX: Heavy Prison Door Shut
FRIAR BALSAM: Flatter me nurtures with crods, he's got away with Maid Marion
FX: Phone Rings
FRIAR BALSAM: (Smooth hern) I'll get it, baby. Hello? (normal Bloodnok) It's for you
ROBIN HOOD: Hello? Robin Hood here
ERNIE CASH: (Jewish, on other end) Hello. Listen
listen, Ernie Cash here. Now listen, listen Robin. The sheriff's been on the
blower to me from the
ROBIN HOOD: 2000 pounds? What shall I do?
ERNIE CASH: Offer him 1750 and take a chance on it
ROBIN HOOD: I haven't got a penny on me
ERNIE CASH: Don't worry, don't worry schmooliker I sent the geezer on his way with the geldt to get you out of schtuck
ROBIN HOOD: Thank you, thank you, you've saved my life
ERNIE CASH: Well we all make mistakes. Good-bye
ROBIN HOOD: All's well. Ellington, tell us why you're in prison as well
RAY ELLINGTON QUARTET - "Framed"
GREENSLADE: (singing) Oh what a night, ah what a night it was! It really was! I believe for every drop of rain that falls someone gets wet (stops singing) Yes Greensladers it's your own Wallace Greenslade singing to you again and don't forget - you too can have a signed photograph of Wallace Greenslade for only 3 guineas. So, fan clubs, keep those cheques rolling in, old Wallace will find a use for them. So 'til next time this is Mr. Rhythm Greenslade saying chigidi-boo-boo rock-holy-coo-coo obi-doobi-doo chiggidy-snitch 2 4 6 8 who do we appreciate? Greenslade!
GRAMS: Cheers And Whistles
GREENSLADE: Stop! Thank you. And now to the rest of
the B-feature - Ye Bandit of Sherwood Forest. Maid
GRAMS: Sounds of busy business activities
Sellers: The part of Maid Marion is still being played by Miss Mitchell
SHERIFF: Fair damsel, pray do not sulk. Eat?
SHERIFF: Not surprising after that dirty great kipper you wolfed. Now then, my dear, what I...
SHERIFF: You hot little bundle, you! Let me hold you
FX: Violin String Snaps
SHERIFF: My, you are highly strung! But attractive
SHERIFF: You mean zounds
SHERIFF: Oh, ye good joke, yes. What do you say, Baron Fred?
Baron Fred: hums a tune drunkenly
SHERIFF: He doesn't seem to care
WINSTON CHURCHILL: I'm looking for a telegram.
SEAGOON: Pardon me, zire, but there is a prisoner outzide
SHERIFF: Is he bound?
SEAGOON: Of his health I know not, sir
SHERIFF: Well send him in
ELLINGTON: Come on, come on this way you! In you get! Now, get on your knees there, son!
BLUEBOTTLE: Stop it you. You hurted little me. Enter Bluebottle in doublet made from Mum's old drawers. These sausages, tee-hee!
MORIARTY: Silence! I speak for the Sheriff of Nottingham. Who are you?
BLUEBOTTLE: I'm a member of Robin Hood's gang
BLUEBOTTLE: I ran away to join him because I was a serf
MORIARTY: Tell me, little serf, why have you got a saddle strapped to your back?
BLUEBOTTLE: That's for serf riding! Tee-hee! I made a little jokules! Hee-hee!
ELLINGTON: Silence, you!
BLUEBOTTLE: If I had my arms free I'd give you a black eye
ELLINGTON: What's the matter son? Are you colour blind?
BLUEBOTTLE: Nic Nic, stop hitting me, nic nic. I don't like this game. Where's my friend Eccules. Lets' play another game. Let's play Rita Hayworth and husbands
MORIARTY: Sapristi bombit neyakkos, now listen! Tell us, what is your position here?
BLUEBOTTLE: Can't you see I'm kneeling down?
MORIARTY: Speak the truth
BLUEBOTTLE: I have broughted the ransom money to free my master Robin Swininge
MORIARTY: I understand perfectly, but where is the money little string-bonce-yeomans?
BLUEBOTTLE: First you must free Robin
MORIARTY: Tie him to a stake!
BLUEBOTTLE: No! Do not tie me to a stake
MORIARTY: Why not?
BLUEBOTTLE: I'm a vegetarian. Hee, yehee.
BLUEBOTTLE: Stop knocking me.
MORIARTY: ...stop it man, listen to me, drink this!
BLUEBOTTLE: No I must not drinkie alcoholic drinkies, I'm a minor
MORIARTY: I don't care if you're a navvy, drink!
BLUEBOTTLE: Well, as you asked me so nicely and also because you're holding a dirty big chopper over my little nut I'll have to drink it, won't I? Thinks: this must be the dreaded deading of Bluebottle part. hoo-hoo! Good luck to you. Picks up cardboard goblet and drinks. Gulp!
GRAMS: Whoosh, Kettle Whistle, Whoosh, Boing, Whoosh, Big Ben Strikes, Cat Shrieks, Whoosh
BLUEBOTTLE: Tee-hee! That was jolly nice that was! I thought that was going to dead me, but I was wrong
GRAMS: Big Explosion
BLUEBOTTLE: You rotten
ROBIN HOOD: Oh no, stop! hark ye, I am here!
ROBIN HOOD: Belt-up, you! 'Tis I Robin! Freed by Wallace the Greenslade. Come men, attack the sheriff!
OMNES: Blang Bong Thud Whee Blut Zowee Blunge
ROBIN HOOD: That's what you think
WINSTON CHURCHILL: He's helping me look for that blasted telegram!
FRIAR BALSAM: Club, whack. Oh Robin, we can't keep this up much longer, will they never arrive?
ROBIN HOOD: Who?
FRIAR BALSAM: Those blasted sound-effects men. Blunge Thog
ROBIN HOOD: Let me help. Blat
ROBIN HOOD: Thud
MORIARTY: Blum and Bonk
ROBIN HOOD: Blat. My fiance copped that
SHERIFF: Stop, Robin Hood. Robin, call your men
off, you win, you win, you win. Your thuds blats and wallops were far louder
than ours. Maid
ROBIN HOOD: Friar Crun?
CRUN: Yes, coming, coming
ROBIN HOOD: A wedding, let two be joined as one
CRUN: Stand there, both. Now do you take this - um - what is it?
CRUN: Take this man to be your husband?
CRUN: Yes, and do you take this woman as your wife
GREENSLADE: Yes I do
CRUN: Pronounced man and wife 5 shillings please
ROBIN HOOD: Stop! You married the wrong man!
GREENSLADE: Oh yeah! 2 4 6 8est - who do girls appreciatest?
GRAMS: Cheers And Whistles
ORCHESTRA: End Theme Tune
GREENSLADE: That was the Goon Show, a recorded programme featuring Peter Sellers, Harry Secombe, Spike Milligan and Charlotte Mitchell with the Ray Ellington Quartet and Max Geldray. The orchestra as conducted by Wally Stott, script by Spike Milligan and Eric Sykes, announcer Wallace Greenslade, the programme produced by Peter Eton.