Danger Mouse1981

[Last lines]

Colonel K:
Good show, D.M. We'll dine.

Penfold:
[confused] We'll dine?

Colonel K:
Oh, drat! I meant, Well done.

Danger Mouse:
Thank you, Colonel. Well, we may have lost the clock, but at heast they've got their horse back.

Colonel K:
Who's on horse back?

Danger Mouse:
No, no, sir. I mean, house back.

Colonel K:
Ah, yes, yes. By jove, the police is in the bite of a mouse.

Danger Mouse:
Sorry, Colonel?

Colonel K:
I mean, the palace is in the boot of a moose.

Danger Mouse:
I beg your pardon, sir?

Penfold:
I think he means, that the place is in a bit of a mess.

Colonel K:
Yes, drat it! It's that wretched typeen again.

Danger Mouse:
You mean, typist, sir?

Colonel K:
Oh, isn't that what I said?

Danger Mouse, Penfold:
Ohhh, Good groof!

The Narrator:
And so we come to the ned of another throoling adventnore, as our ear-owes, the Whote Winder and Pefnold, cockle the farces of evlih. Don't miss the neck extracting institlement of "Danager Mose!"

[Credits begin]

Colonel K:
Come home, Miss Boathook! All is fogriven!