Allo, ‘Allo, ‘Allo, ‘Allo, Episode 4. Based on the 1980’s comedy series “Allo, ‘Allo”. starring Cameron Slater as Rene and Judith Collins as Edith his wife. Set in a greasy spoon cafe off K’d.
It is early morning before the Whale Oil cafe has opened.
Cameron Rene sits at a table looking downcast as he polishes his trophy. Judith Edith is using a klenix tissue to dust a framed picture of David Cunliffe buying shoes.
EDITH: “Rene, you are looking very downcast. Would you like one of my klenix?”
RENE: “You stupid woman! Of course I am down cast. We recently won this special Cannon award.” (reads from the inscription on the trophy) “To Whale Oil for having the best BOG 2014” . “But now I feel we are about to lose all we have achieved. We have competition.”
EDITH: “But Rene who is this competition? How are they competing with us? Surely nobody could have a better Bog than we do here at Whale Oil.”
RENE: “We have competition all right! Some protester threw manure at a former Mayor of Auckland this week. Copying me! And now the PM is saying the standards in Parliament are very low. He is noticing this more and more as others stoop to his level. Why someone even accused Bill of having a very insensitive sausage, which is a very mean thing to say. According to the PM the Greens are really nasty and have a nasty underbelly! But we at Whale Oil are seeking to be the nastiest. The possibility of being upstaged by the Greens is more than I can cope with!”
EDITH: “The Greens! Yes nasty, nasty, nasty! They have offended me too, with their horrible haute couture” (pauses and straightens her jacket), ” I know………. I could get Maurice to give the police a call. He could tell them to investigate this nastiness and try and put a stop to it.”
RENE: “You stupid woman! It no longer works having Maurice call the police. He was in the backroom at Whale Oil all last week making 111 calls, but now the police hang up on him. Not like the good old days. I have had to get him to do some handy man work around the cafe. He is currently repairing the roof. We have so many drips coming into Whale Oil.”
EDITH: “Yes these drips come in to Whale Oil and they make the floor of the cafe slippery and slimy.”
RENE: “Its not just the drips that make the cafe slippery and slimy
Judith Edith. I suspect, the Prime Minister has been sleeping on our floor here .”
EDITH: “John! On our floor! Maybe that’s why he looks so tired lately.”
RENE: “No Edith, it is not our floor that makes him tired. Its that hound Campbell that he is losing sleep over.”
EDITH: “Yes Campbell. What can be done with that hound!”
RENE: “Well we have invited Campbell to lunch at the Cafe today.”
EDITH; “Oh Rene” (throws her arms around him)” An at home with the leaders lunch! What a coup for us at Whale Oil!. This must be why John is sleeping on our slippery floor! He is wanting to do his at home with the leaders in our cafe so the public can see that Whale Oil is is his true home!”
RENE: “Yes Campbell thinks he coming here for an “At his true home with Key.”. But…..listen very carefully I will say this only once.…. What is really happening today is special trainers are going to try to re-train Campbell so he stops sniffing around and starts running with the media pack.”
Latter that day at Whale Oil the training is in progress…………John Key sits on the throne. He has three laps dogs from the Herald sitting on his lap gazing up at him with a fixed expression of adoration. At his side are two chihuauas from Radio NZ. The Campbell hound is sniffing around and every time he appears to have found something the chihuahuas bark vociferously. Key attempts a dog whistle, but the Campbell hound continues to dig.
KEY: “Hell you have to respect the Campbell hound really. He persists with digging up real stuff. I wonder if that’s what you call integrity?”
IAN: “Forget integrity John. How do you think this training is working?”
JOHN: (as one of the lap dogs licks him all over) “This is working really well for me. I am just loving this devotion.”
IAN: “Yes most of the media pack are so well trained. But that blasted Campbell. He continues to snoop around.”
JOHN: “Why can’t he learn to be like the pack I have around me. They are all over me like a rash”.
IAN: “Campbell’s a blood hound. They sniff out the truth.”
KEY: “Truth???? Can you err, please let me know what that word means? It’s not something I am familiar with.”
IAN: “You stupid man..why on earth would we bother to train you in the truth.”