Rainbow

Zippy:
I'm drawing a new sort of magic animal.

Geoffrey:
A magic animal? Well what's it's going to be looking like, Zippy?

Zippy:
Ah, it's called the pussydoggosnakeyzippyphant! [holds up a drawing]

George:
[giggles] Oh, it looks more like a squashed jelly. [more giggles]

Bungle:
Horace, don't be naughty and pass Geoffrey the book! Oh, I'm sorry, Geoffrey, but sometimes Horace is very naughty. I'll pass you the story book. [and he does]

Geoffrey:
Thank you very much, Bungle.

Zippy:
Er, tell Horace not to worry Bungle, sometimes, even I'm naughty, too.

Det. Insp. Zippy:
Now then, Bungle-Bonz. You said the storybook was on this table before we went outside to play and when you came in to get it, it wasn't there.

Bungle:
Eh, yes sir.

Det. Insp. Zippy:
Ah, in that case, I must look for a clue.

George:
Y-you don't need to look for it, Zippy, I've got it, here.

Det. Insp. Zippy:
You, George?

George:
Yes, look: the glue.

Det. Insp. Zippy:
Oh, not glue, George, a clue!

Bungle:
Oh, Geoffrey, look: here are your slippers. You like wearing those, so put them on.

George:
Ooh, ooh, Geoffrey, Geoffrey, his thumb is bleeding. Quick, quick call an ambulance! Stop the germs!

Zippy:
Germs, germs, germs! You've got germs on the brain, George!

Zippy:
Nobody likes me. Nobody wants to be my friend. Well, I don't want to be friends with any of you again. Never ever. Especially you, Geoffrey Haystacks!

George:
But, but, but what about me, I mean what am I going to be?

Zippy:
Eh, the baby.

George:
The, the baby?

Jane:
Oh George, you'll look wonderful in this little bonnet. [puts a blue bonnet on his head]

George:
Oh yes, I know, but... [Geoffrey shoves a pacifyer into George's mouth]

Zippy:
[reading the story from his book] Now, the King was a greedy man and wanted lots and lots of gold, so he told the miller that he'd like to meet his daughter and then he said goodbye.

Geoffrey:
[following Zippy's instructions] I'd like to meet your daughter. Goodbye!

Geoffrey:
Well, since we last saw auntie, I'm afraid she's lost her job.

Bungle:
What do you mean lost her job, can't she find it anymore?

Zippy:
What's that I can hear?

George:
Is it a scooter?

Zippy:
It it s a fly?

Zippy, George:
No, it's Super Bungle!

Super Bungle:
At last, Zipoid, we meet face to face. Now, what have you got to say for yourself?

King Zipoid:
Hello?

Super Bungle:
Is that all?

King Zipoid:
And goodbye.