Methinks we should go and seek fame and fortune in foreign climes, Beaver. We could go and become rat catchers on one of the mighty ships... Oh no. Hang on. All the rats have deserted becuse the ships are all running into BMW's in the English Channel (Bum, bum...)

I'll tell you what - how about making our fortune holding up travelers in the big city? Yes I can see that working. We just need to change the odd sequence of lights, cut off half the roads with empty lanes for the mythiical omnibus creatures to travel in and... Oh no! It's them ugly sisters! Blah and Pressgang. What are they going to do next? If they take more money off the poor people how can I make my fortune?

Hang on a minute! Where have they gone?

They're behind you
Oh no they're not
Oh yes they are
Oh no they're not. This government has never been behind anyone!

Exit stage left with much slapping of thighs...