IT SHOULD CONTAIN A TORCH
A CURLY WURLY, A BOOK OF STAMPS,

THAT WAS ORCHESTRAL MANOEUVRES IN THE DARK

"EEH, OCTOPUSSY."

- I'M BATMAN.
- HAAAH!

WE CAN'T CELEBRATE WITH THE SPICE GIRLS,

WHEN I RAISED MY LEGS THEN,
SOMETHING UNPLANNED HAPPENED.

WHY?

OK. BYE. BYE.

- THANK GOD FOR THAT.
- AYE AYE.

IMAGINE A TONGUE
STICKING OUT OF A SESAME-SEED COB!

- I'M HAVING A BARBECUE, FANCY COMING OVER?
- I'D LOVE TO!

GLORY BE!

THEY'VE ASKED ME TO TAKE OVER
TONY'S JOB AS CHIEF COMMISSIONING EDITOR.

AYE.

OOH, MINCE!

WHEN I MADE SOME COMMENTS ABOUT
INTENSIVE FARMING. WHERE DID I GO WRONG?

GOODBYE, MARY. TRAFFIC.

- DO YOU LIKE MILK?
- NO.