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Yes, folks, Moderna Designs...
An infraredfreezer/oven complex...
in 15 and a half seconds.
- Bedtime for you, Kevin. It's 9:00.
And this King Agamemnon,he once fought--
Go on, dear.Your father said.
- Oh, all right.- The man you all love, Kenny Lange.
Well, that's today's top prize.
Bring them on, girls.Oh, don't they look gorgeous ?
Oh, they get lovelierevery day.
Turn that light off !
It is off.
- But--- And no more noise !
It came off just like that.The whole thermostat.
- Mom ?- It would've matched her rotissomat.
-You must wait for your food to go down.-I haven't eaten any food.
Well, you must eatyour food.
And then wait for itto go down.
Oh, no !Not the carvery again.
Oh, dear me, Beryl.Now, all I want to know...
Come on, Beryl. Come on. Jumbo'sgonna end up in the souffle, Beryl.
You've got to answer it, Beryl.Come on. Come on, Beryl.
- It's gone down now.- Come on, Beryl. Come on.
- What ?- My supper. It's gone down.
I can feel it.Can I go to bed now ?
Yeah, all right.Off you go. But no noise.
- What ?- No noise !
All right. Okay.
No, Beryl. Capetown is not a film star.
Oh, dear. Oh, well.That's Your Money Or Your Life.
Well, it takes money.
With a kitchen like that ?
Our kitchen's all right, isn't it ?
Our kitchen is light-years behind.
- Where are we ?- I don't know.
- Well, look at the map.- It's not on the map.
It's him !Run for it !
- Which way ?- This way. Careful.
We can explain everything, sir.
It's not as bad as it looks.
We just borrowed the map.
ran off in high spirits.
Yeah, we did.
Who are you ?
That's not him.
It didn't soundlike him, did it ?
It doesn't evenlook like him.
- It isn't him.- Let's get him !
Strutter, get his torch.Shine it right in the face.
His face, dummy !
It's a kid !
Og, Fidgit,check the door.
Strutter, the light.
Just tell us how we get out of here,keep quiet and you won't get hurt.
Wh-Why don't you get outthe way you came ?
If you want to play it smart,I'll introduce you to Vermin.
He eats anything,you know.
- You know, don't you ?- I don't know anything.
You know, and you'renot going to tell us.
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