ROMMEL’S
TREASURE
GOON
SHOW: TLO 88977
6TH
SERIES: No 6
BROADCAST:
25 Oct 1955 [1]
Script by Spike Milligan
GREENSLADE: This is the BBC home service. This weeks
copy of ‘The Radio Times’ price threepence, says that you are going to hear
‘The Terrible Revenge of Fred Fu-Manchu.’ Once again we have deceived them and
you, but – please don’t take it too hard.
SECOMBE: (Uncouth) I
seconds that!
SELLERS: I thirds it!
MILLIGAN: Motion carried!
SEAGOON: Huzzah within! [2]
This means yet another extraordinary talking type wireless Goon Show.
GRAMS: Piano strings being struck by various sized
mallets. Add reverb for effect.
SEAGOON: Ah! They don’t write tunes like that any more. Let’s
hear the other side.
GRAMS: Old recording of Jack Hylton foxtrot.
MILLIGAN: Stop! Stop that crazy ‘Shepherd’s Bush’ mambo. You
sinful people! Now put the screens around bed number two, that he may not have
to listen to the story of…
SEAGOON: “The Search for Rommel’s Treasure” or…
ORCHESTRA: Dramatic wartime theme. Bring in German
national anthem, extend over series of dramatic chords, climax, then decrescendo
to low, ominous note held under.
SEAGOON: I forgot what I was going to say now. Oh yes – “The
Search for Rommel’s Treasure” or –
ORCHESTRA: Shorter version of dramatic wartime theme.
GRAMS: Heavy artillery in distance. Fade under.
MILLIGAN: Hear that sound dear listeners. I wonder what it is?
GREENSLADE: It was
GRAMS: Bring up sound of shelling. Mix through into
chickens clucking. [4]
SELLERS: The sounds of chickens has specially been added for
people living in rural districts. Rommel’s Treasure part ein.
HIMMLER:[5]
The hind quarters of the Afrika Corps!
GRAMS: Bring up combined sounds of shelling and
chickens.
KAPITÄN MORIARTY: (approaching)
Herr General Rommel! Herr General Rommel! Herr General Rommel, where are
you?
ROMMEL: Was ist los? [6]
KAPITÄN MORIARTY: Ah, there you are. The British have
broken our line.
ROMMEL: Curse! All our washing in the mud again.
KAPITÄN MORIARTY: Listen Herr General, it is serious. We
must retreat, otherwise the British will lose.
ROMMEL: You’re right. It’s a shame to disappoint them after
all the trouble they’ve been to. Corporal Choff?
THROAT: Ja?
ROMMEL: Pack mein Jewish piano. I’m leaving.
THROAT: Ja.
ROMMEL: Kapitän Moriarty?
KAPITÄN MORIARTY: Ja mein General.
ROMMEL: You are one of the few Kapitän Moriarty’s I can
trust.
KAPITÄN MORIARTY: Thank you.
FX: Heels snap
ROMMEL: Zonk you.
FX: Heels snap.
ROMMEL: I haff a special job for you.
KAPITÄN MORIARTY: It shall be done.
ROMMEL: Gut. You see this mysterious black box?
KAPITÄN MORIARTY: Ja.
ROMMEL: You know what is in it?
KAPITÄN MORIARTY: Nein, mein Herr
General.
ROMMEL: Gut – then it is a secret between you and I.
KAPITÄN MORIARTY: I give you my hand – shake, rattle and
roll.[7]
ROMMEL: Now we must bury the black box ten feet above the
ground.
KAPITÄN MORIARTY: Ten feet above the gr… But people will
see it!
ROMMEL: That’s a chance we will have to take. Oberleutnant?
OBERLEUTNANT LEW: (Approaching)
Yeah, mein hairy? (My life – what am I doing in this army I don’t know.)
ROMMEL: Help us with this black box.
CAST: Straining
noises. (Extended)
FX: Box thumping across
floor.
OBERLEUTNANT LEW: There’s nothing in my contract about
lifting prop baskets that’s all I know. [8]
(Going off) I don’t want to know
about this…
KAPITÄN MORIARTY: (Narration)
And so they buried the black box ten feet above the ground. Then Rommel
made good his escape in James Mason’s car.[9]
But I tell you, only just in time – right then the British arrived!
SEAGOON: Hands up or I’ll draw my rations!
KAPITÄN MORIARTY: Himmel! It’s an English NAAFI manager.
SEAGOON: Don’t move! Don’t move or I’ll turn the key in this
tin of spam. Now, where’s Jim Rommel?
KAPITÄN MORIARTY: He’s gone to see Fred Hitler. You will
never catch him Englander. He’s flying back to Deutschland.
SEAGOON: Nonsense. He’s going to
ECCLES: Ah ha ha hum?
SEAGOON: Eccles, stay on guard on this spot and don’t move
until I come back.
ECCLES: Ok.
SEAGOON: Remember the code word is ‘Habenere’.
ECCLES: Remember the code word is ‘Habenere’. Ok. ‘Habenere’.
I’ll wait till you come back.
SEAGOON: Splendid. I’ll see you get demotion for this.
ECCLES: Thank you.
SEAGOON: Now Commandant, come, come, come! We must take you to
the interrogation officer.
ORCHESTRA: Bloodnok theme.
BLOODNOK: (Cowering) Ohhhh
ohhhhh awwwh!
SEAGOON: German officer outside sir.
BLOODNOK: I surrender!
SEAGOON: He’s a prisoner sir.
BLOODNOK: Oh! Bring the coward and his money in.
FX: Two set of boots
struggling across floor.
SEAGOON & MORIARTY: (Shouting
and cursing.)[10]
FX: Thump of body thrown
across desk.
BLOODNOK: Ohhhh ohhhhhhh! So you’re him?
KAPITÄN MORIARTY: Ja.
BLOODNOK: Now then, regiment?
KAPITÄN MORIARTY: Ekspanten gespantenet
ich panzerwaffen.
BLOODNOK: Don’t you dare do it here! Now – first name?
KAPITÄN MORIARTY: Hans…
BLOODNOK: Second name?
KAPITÄN MORIARTY: Knitz…
BLOODNOK: Hans Knitz?
KAPITÄN MORIARTY: …and bomps-a-daisy! [11]
BLOODNOK: SEILUNG! Next dance please.
KAPITÄN MORIARTY: I was just beginning to enjoy this one.
BLOODNOK: Now Herr Kapitän, what I… (Shocked) That watch you’re wearing…
KAPITÄN MORIARTY: What about it?
BLOODNOK: That watch… How many
numerals on the dial?
KAPITÄN MORIARTY: Twelve.
BLOODNOK: It’s mine! Mine had twelve. Give me that watch…
KAPITÄN MORIARTY &
BLOODNOK: Struggling sounds.
BLOODNOK: I’ll prove it’s mine. I’ll just strap it round my
wrist – oooh oorggh… (make another three holes…) Aach! There – it fits me
perfectly. Take him away, geblungen!
ORCHESTRA: Tatty chord in C.
GREENSLADE: That melody signified the end of part
one. Part Two. Five years after the war in a Tobruk Officer’s mess.
CAST: Commissioned
officers rhubarb.
BLOODNOK: I say, does anybody want to know the time?
(Sudden
silence)
BLOODNOK: Very well, I’ll tell you.
It’s
GRAMS: Large raspberry. Add in reverb.
BLOODNOK: Thank you. I feel no pain.
GREENSLADE: And what of Captain Moriarty?
MORIARTY: Yes – what of me?
GRAMS: Distant Arabic singing.
MORIARTY: I was in
GRYTPYPE: Do try and remember where you buried it Moriarty.
MORIARTY: I’ve tried but I can’t! If only we could locate the
British Lieutenant who captured me. He might help us.
GRYTPYPE: I wonder where he is?
SEAGOON: I had retired from the Army
and was on a goodwill tour of
FX: Door opens. Shop
bell.
GRYTPYPE: Good evening. Have a gorilla?
SEAGOON: No thanks. I’ve just put one out. [13]
GRYTPYPE: Oh. Can I help either of you two gentlemen?
SEAGOON: Two? I’m alone.
GRYTPYPE: Good heavens. So you are.
SEAGOON: Are you the proper-iota?
GRYTPYPE: Yes, Mister Hercules Grytpype Thynne – Doctor of
Philosophy, Professor and Degree in Mathematics, Master of Arts, M.A. (Cantab.),
and Knight Order of the
SEAGOON: Good heavens. I wish I had those qualifications.
GRYTPYPE: So do I. Are you absolutely sure that you won’t have
a gorilla? SEAGOON: No thank you.
I’ll tell you what, I’m going back to
GRYTPYPE: Well what about this early pottery record of Max
Geldray?
SEAGOON: Shall we dance?
GRYTPYPE: I should love to.
MAX GELDRAY - "Charmaine" [15]
[PIANO
INTRO: Arpeggio in G7.
HARMONICA: First phrase.
ELLINGTON: That’s nice, cor blimey![16]
PIANO
& HARMONICA: Second
phrase.
BLUEBOTTLE: I wish dat I could play the mouth-organ
like dat.
PIANO
& HARMONICA: Cadence.
BLUEBOTTLE: Dat is nice.
PIANO
& HARMONICA: Third
phrase.
ECCLES: Ooo!
ORCHESTRA: Join and complete the number
uninterrupted.]
SEAGOON: No. I don’t think she’d care for that antique. How
about something more Egyptian?
GRYTPYPE: Oh yes? Well here is a catalogue of our current
Pyramids for sale.
SEAGOON: Pyramids? Ha ha ha! I couldn’t take one of those back
to
GRYTPYPE: Of course not. You leave it here and every now and
then we write letting you know how it’s getting on.
SEAGOON: (Giggles)
Ha, ha, ha. Jolly English type joke. (Laughs)
GRYTPYPE: (Joining in the
laughter.) Yes.
SEAGOON: Needle nardle noo…
GRYTPYPE: To name but a few…
SEAGOON: Yes… (laughs
again.) Wait! Wait! Come to think of it – it would be something to own a
Pyramid, eh? Wouldn’t it?
GRYTPYPE: Of course it would.
SEAGOON: (Thoughtfully) Here’s
this catalogue here, you see.
GRYTPYPE: That’s my brochure…
SEAGOON: Yes. (How is your old brochure?) I say – how much is
this pyramid on page three?
GRYTPYPE: My dear sir, you couldn’t have chosen a better model.
Only done four thousand years and had one previous owner.
SEAGOON: Why is he selling?
GRYTPYPE: He died.
SEAGOON: Oh, I am sorry. (I’m terribly sorry about...) How
about this one here?
GRYTPYPE: Oh that. Well of course,
that is the great Pyramid of Tot-knees the third, son of Ka the sun god, great
Pharaoh of the Upper and
SEAGOON: How much?
GRYTPYPE: Eight bob.
SEAGOON: (Shocked) Eight
silver shillings for a pyramid? Ha! But it’s second hand!
GRYTPYPE: Curse! The man must be an Egyptologist.
SEAGOON: No, no. I can’t pay eight shillings.
GRYTPYPE: Alright, very well then – nine.
SEAGOON: Nine and six.
GRYTPYPE: Ten shillings.
SEAGOON: Ten and six.
GRYTPYPE: Sold to the nit in the plasticine boots and lead
trilby!
SEAGOON: Now, when can I see my pyramid?
GRYTPYPE: Immediately. I’ll have you
driven there in my own private trousers. (Calls
out.) Moriarty?
FX: Door opens.
MORIARTY: I heard you call my Capitain.
BLUEBOTTLE: You rotten swine, that’s my line. I
always…
MORIARTY: Get out of here!
FX: Body blows. Scuffle.
Door closes.
MORIARTY: I’m very sorry about…YOU!
SEAGOON: Captain Moriarty!
MORIARTY: Yes.
SEAGOON: I arrest you as an escaped prisoner of war.
MORIARTY: Sapristi gnuckles! The war’s over.
SEAGOON: Nonsense. It’s only an interval.
GRYTPYPE: Then, shall we dance?
GRAMS: Old gramophone recording of
foxtrot..
SEAGOON: You’re still as beautiful as when I married you.
MORIARTY: Stop! Stop that sinful dancing. (Aside) Grytpype, this is the charlie who captured me at Alamein in
nineteen forty-two. See if he remembers where the spot was.
GRYTPYPE: Yes. Yes. (Aloud)
Er, Mister Seakroon, have you a
good memory?
SEAGOON: Have I? Ha ha ha!
“In fourteen hundred and ninety-two
GRYTPYPE: Really? Do you know, you’re much older than I
thought.
MORIARTY: Sapristi blonge! Lieutenant Seakroon what we want to
know is – do you remember the name of the spot where you took me prisoner?
SEAGOON: Ooo yes. I remember the spot well. It was a place
called…um, ah…
MORIARTY: Yes, yes, yes, yes - but what I mean is the exact
spot.
SEAGOON: Oh, I’m sorry. I can’t recall.
MORIARTY: Come, come. Can’t you think of… something?
SEAGOON: Let me see now… Mmm… Oh, wait. Now I come to think of
it, I do remember something.
MORIARTY: What!?
SEAGOON: “In fourteen hundred and ninety-two
GRYTPYPE: Yes, yes, yes, Neddie. But don’t you remember
anything after that?
SEAGOON: No. They threw me overboard.
MILLIGAN: I don’t wish to know that, and stop ad-libbing.
SEAGOON: (Needle nardle noo!) Look, if you contact Major Bloodnok,
he has the original maps which show the exact spot where you were captured.
GRYTPYPE: Splendid.
SEAGOON: Well then.
GRYTPYPE: Thank you Mr. Sneekroon, thank you. Gladys?
ELLINGTON: Yes darlin’?
GRYTPYPE: Gladys darling – drive this Charlie out into the
desert, drop him near something that looks like a pyramid and then leave him.
ELLINGTON: Right-o darling. This way sir, cor blimey. Get in.
GRAMS: Vintage car speeds off. Frequent backfiring.
Fade into distance.
GREENSLADE: Thank you. Now, if listeners will adjust
their ear-trumpets to the new high frequency, they will be able to hear
‘Rommel’s Treasure’ part the drei.[18]
The scene –
FX: Telephone. Picks up.
BLOODNOK: Wadi El-Yah-Want.
MORIARTY: (On end of
line.) Is that Major Bloodnok?
BLOODNOK: Yes, and the time is
exactly
MORIARTY: (On end of
line.) Is that the headquarters of the third filth-muck fusiliers?
BLOODNOK: It is, and further more…
MORIARTY: (On end of
line.) Yes?
BLOODNOK: …it is now
MORIARTY: (On end of
line.) Major, you have in your possession certain war maps that I would
like to borrow.
BLOODNOK: Why?
MORIARTY: (On end of line.) I’ve been trying to locate a certain spot in the
desert.
BLOODNOK: What makes you think that I’d lend you British
military maps?
MORIARTY: (On end of
line.) Money.
BLOODNOK: What a lucky guess. I shall bring them round. What is
the address dear boy?
MORIARTY: (On end of line.) Grytpype-Thynne’s Curiosity Shop, Mersa
Mutt-Matru.[19]
BLOODNOK: Fine, fine. Look, before I leave, I …well, I do think
that you ought to know something.
MORIARTY: (On end of
line.) What?
BLOODNOK: It’s coming up to
GRAMS: Vintage car putters off into the distance.
BLOODNOK: (Sings over.) “I’ll
follow my secret heart…[20]
Oh, let me like a soldier fall…” [21]
GREENSLADE: That recording in now on sale at all good
chemists. Now here is a recording of Neddie Seagoon in his taxi. If
anybody wants me, I’ll be in the announcer’s rest room.
GRAMS: Taxi speeds up. Screeches to a halt. Small
piece of metal falls off.
ELLINGTON: Get out darling. This is your pyramid here, cor-blimey.
GRAMS: Pair of boots hit the ground.
SEAGOON: Ooo! Thank you darling. (Narration) I saw before me a pile of earth ten foot high which, as
yet – unbeknown to me, was the hiding place of Rommel’s Treasure. Ha! Surely
this couldn’t be the great pyramid of Tot-knees, it’s so small!
GRAMS: Taxi screeches away. Fade into distance.
SEAGOON: He’s gone! He’s gone, leaving me in charge of all
this sand – leaving me to starve in the desert. This is terrible! I – I haven’t
paid him.
ECCLES: (In distance.
Sings.) “I talk to the trees…”[22]
SEAGOON: Anyone behind that pyramid?
ECCLES: (Off) Habenere!
SEAGOON: Habenere? (Shouts)
Habenere what?
ECCLES: Habenere for ten years.
SEAGOON: Good heavens, Private Eccles!
ECCLES: (Approaching)
Yeah. You told me to wait here [23]
until you came back, remember?
SEAGOON: Oh yes. Oh horror of
horrors! Dear faithful old hairy English Tommy.
ORCHESTRA: Bring in amateur violin solo behind: “
SEAGOON: Ten years you’ve waited here rather than disobey that
last order I gave you. “Stay here till I came back,” I said to him. He waited
alone in the desert, he never wavered from his duty, he kept the name of
servitude shining bright. Eccles, Eccles – you upheld the flag; you never
questioned the order; you stayed out here alone; you – without food or water;
you – without money; you – without anything to stop you walking away. You…
ORCHESTRA: Solo violin stops.
SEAGOON: … you IDIOT!
ECCLES: What! What! What! Me an idiot? Let me put this violin
down, I’ll tell you. Now listen, you don’t think for ten years I been standing
here on guard? I mutinied! I refused to obey an order.
SEAGOON: There’s nobody here to give any orders.
ECCLES: I gave them myself. Like this – listen. (On parade) Private Eccles, fall in!
GRAMS: Regiment running across parade ground.
ECCLES: You’re late! Come on, hurry up
ONE!
Fine, fine, fine. From the left – number.
ONE!
Good, good. Private Eccles my good
man, slope arms.
(Rebelliously) I ain’t
a-goin’ to do it.
Come, come, come, my good man. I’m
giving you an order. Slope arms!
(Rebelliously) I ain’t
a-goin’ to slope my arms.
Come, come Private Eccles. Co… Ooo!
My good man, why are you pointing that gun at me? Put that gun down my good
man.
(Rebelliously) I
won’t!
Yes you will.
I won’t!
Yes you will…(Argument)
FX: Body blows. Quick
pistol shot.
ECCLES: I shot ‘im. [25]
SEAGOON: Dear listeners, I fear that ten years alone in the desert
have softened his brain. He thinks he’s two people. Eccles, come here good lad…
ECCLES: Yeah?
SEAGOON: Lie down. There, good boy. Steady now. That’s it. Lie
down. That’s right. There. Now say after me – there is only one Eccles.
ECCLES: There is only one Eccles.
GRAMS: (Recording. ECCLES: (Distant) ‘What about me over here?’)
SEAGOON: Arrhhhhggghh! No! I must be hearing things. Why, I’m
even imagining I can hear Ray Ellington singing and playing a certain known melody.
Exit for a short gorilla.
RAY ELLINGTON – “Love Me or Leave Me” [26]
ECCLES: Fine. Fine. Fine. Fine.
SEAGOON: Thank heavens it was all a mirage played by Ray
Ellington. Now Eccles, do you know your way out of this desert?
ECCLES: Oh, I can’t say I do.
SEAGOON: Well say something else.
ECCLES: I don’t.
SEAGOON: Needle nardle noo, naughty hairy soldier. Get to the
top of that ten foot pyramid, (which up to now I don’t know contains the black
box), and scan the horizon.
ECCLES: Ooooo-k.
GRAMS: Clambering sounds over loose boulders and
rocks.
SEAGOON: What can you see?
ECCLES: (Distant) Nothing.
SEAGOON: Use your binoculars.
ECCLES: Ok. Ah, that’s better.
SEAGOON: See anything now?
ECCLES: No, but you can see it much
clearer with these. [27]
GRAMS: Aeroplane in distance.
SEAGOON: Listen, there’s a record of an aeroplane approaching.
We’re saved. Fire your gun to attract his attention.
FX: Pistol shot.
GRAMS: Messerschmitt plummeting to earth. Instead
of crash, substitute steel bars and corrugated iron sheets. Drop a few buckets at
the end.
BLUEBOTTLE: (Distant)
You rotten swine you. Ehi-hue! I was driving along like a happy boy airman,
when
SEAGOON: Little long vested aviator, who are you?
BLUEBOTTLE: I am Air-Ace Bluebottle,
wonder-boy aviator, kinge of the air. I was just breaking the worlds record for
cardboard and string aeroplanes when – PING! – you crashéd me. Ehi-hou. I shall
never be able to stand up again.
SEAGOON: Why not?
BLUEBOTTLE: My trousers have come
off. Hee hee hee!
SEAGOON: Fear not little Rhodes scholar with knees heavily
wired for sound. You’re in good hands.
BLUEBOTTLE: Thank you my Capitan for them kind words.
Thank you. (Thinks – you rotten swine you!)
SEAGOON: Dear listeners, here I was in a harassing position.
One – I was with an old hairy English soldier who had lost his mind. Two – I
had been sold a pyramid of much smaller size than I had bargained for. Three –
actually it wasn’t a pyramid but the burial place of Rommel’s treasure, (which
up to know I did not know.) Four – I had shot down the world’s greatest cardboard
and string aviator, and five – IT WAS EARLY CLOSING DAY IN EAST ACTON!
MILLIGAN: Oh no!
GRAMS: Funeral wailing.
SEAGOON: There, there. Don’t take it so hard dear listener. They’re
opening again tomorrow.
GRAMS: Vintage car approaching. Frequent backfiring.
SEAGOON: But hist! I hear someone approaching. Everyone hide
behind the horizon.
BLOODNOK: Stop the car. Stop the car will you! Switch something
off, anything.
GRAMS: Recording stops.
BLOODNOK: Ohchh! This is the place, and we arrived here dead on
MORIARTY: Sapristi! Look – that’s it!
BLOODNOK: What?
MORIARTY: That ten foot mound there.
Gladys take this shovel and you’ll find the black box at the top darling.
ELLINGTON: Ah… yes darling.
MORIARTY: Grytpype, soon we’ll have the treasure.
SEAGOON: I watched as they unearthed the black box, then I
sprang. Hands up!
MORIARTY: Ooooooooooh! A retired English NAAFI manager.
SEAGOON: You devilish men. You sold me a phoney pyramid and
left me in the desert to die!
MORIARTY: To die? I thought it was yester-die.
SECOMBE: (Raspberry)
I don’t wish to know that.
MILLIGAN: I say, look here…
GRYTPYPE: Neddie, don’t take on so. (Aside) Moriarty, get the black box, (which up to a moment ago
Neddie didn’t know was buried in the mound) and get it into the car.
MORIARTY: Well said.
GRYTPYPE: Neddie, it’s all been a dreadful mistake. We’ll
refund you the money and here is an advance in Hittite pottery vases.
GRAMS: Car drives off at speed.
GRYTPYPE: Stop! Stop that taxi. The swine Moriarty’s got away
with Rommel’s treasure.
SEAGOON: Treasure? He won’t get far. Eccles, bend down.
ECCLES: OK!
SEAGOON: Right now, everybody on. Hold tight. Off you go
Eccles.
GRAMS: Boots running at jogging speed. (Continue
under.)
GRYTPYPE: Neddie, he’s running beautifully.
SEAGOON: Yes – he’s only done four thousand miles.
GRYTPYPE: My, what a lovely night.
SEAGOON: Shall I…(suddenly
coy)… shall I tell you something?
GRYTPYPE: What Neddie?
SEAGOON: You’re just as beautiful as when I first married you.
GRYTPYPE: You tease. Shall we dance?
SEAGOON: Needle nardle noo.
GRAMS: Old fashioned gramophone record of foxtrot.
GREENSLADE: And so dear listeners they danced in hot
pursuit of Moriarty. Now here is a record of Moriarty and his taxi in full
flight.
GRAMS: Vintage car spluttering along.
MORIARTY: Faster! Faster Gladys darling! They’re gaining.
Bloodnok, what’s the time?
BLOODNOK: It’s um… Blast, it’s stopped.[28]
MORIARTY: Good heavens! Wait, what’s that sign ahead? ‘Danger,
minefields.’
BLOODNOK: Minefield?
MORIARTY: Don’t stop. It’s only an old war sign. Keep driving
on…
GRAMS: Large explosion.
GREENSLADE: People with television sets will see that
the explosion blew Rommel’s small black box up in the air, and it lands on…
FX: Bucket hits hard
surface.
BLUEBOTTLE: Ahhhhaeeeeiii! I have been nutted, nutted
by a black box! I’m too young to be nutted. I don’t like this game.
SEAGOON: The black box! Rommel’s treasure which up to three
hours ago I did not know was buried in the ten foot mound.
GRYTPYPE: Give it to me! Give it to me!! Give it to me!!! This
gun is loaded! At last the treasure. Now, I’ll just lift the lid…
FX: Catch opens..
GRAMS: Music box.
GRYTPYPE: Oh, a music box.
SEAGOON: Shall we dance?
GRYTPYPE: Yes, darling. [29]
ORCHESTRA: End theme.
GREENSLADE: That was the Goon Show, a BBC recorded
program featuring Peter Sellers, Harry Secombe, and Spike Milligan, with the
Ray Ellington Quartet and Max Geldray. The Orchestra was conducted by Wally
Stott, script by Spike Milligan, announcer Wallace Greenslade, the program was
produced by Peter Eton.
ORCHESTRA: Playout.[30]
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