The difference in the two major political parties' defence policy is that Liberal's policy is – "Yes sir. Absolutely sir. We'll handle it on this end", while Labour's policy is – "Yes sir. Absolutely sir. Bob'll handle it on this end". The National Party's defence policy is to attack New Zealand.

The difference in the two major political parties' policies is on page 478 Labour has a full stop, while Liberal has a semicolon.

And on Nuclear weapons, Labour's policy is BANG, while Liberal's policy is whoosh, vapourised – they say it has a more family feel to it.

Will there be a cavity, where DM lost to the force of gravity?
Will there be a dent,
where he went?

To find out tune in to the next installing enthrallment

Look out for the next knee tingling episode of...

I can't see where I'm crashing, I mean going

The crafts collide and our hero
finds that Nero is providing him with zero vision

Now stay tuned for the final imposing epicycle of...

Watch out for another admonishing indenture of Danger Mouse

dimwitted, desperately deluded duo

Baker Street, London. And behind the stout cardboard walls of a typical Ministry of Defense decoy letterbox, the world's greatest secret agent and his assistant, the world's most obvious coward.

Baron Greenback, the world's greatest evil genius, has made his headquarters in a rent controlled gothic castle where, in the darkest dampest dungeon he is demonstrating his deviously dangerous device designed to destine the dubious double dealer with world domination.

Watch out for the next exciting, invigorating, cotton wool-packed adventure of...

Now stay tuned for another espiting exipode of...

I'm not under arrest,
he's having a rest

Can DM pull out, bail out
or flake out,
watch out for the next equally unlikely episode

Can Danger Mouse
with charm and style,
smile and beguile
the hostile reptile a while?
So he can do a quick nick
of the mystic stick?

To find out what makes Duckula jocular stay tuned for...

I'm only doing this because I'm allergic to Sudden Death

hopeless hamster

Go forth? Who's the other three?

"So you're behind this."
"He was signore, now we're in front of it."

It will transmit my irrestable voice through every radio, television set, record player and mains powered sandwich toaster in the world.

Now. If that's the phase loop rectifier, and that's the PF discriminator, then that must be a plastic clothes peg.

Penfold... shush

Close your eyes my dear, well, three of them at least.

They say the evil one eats babies.

Some of my best friends are human.

Doctor Who addict – if found unconscious please adminster two jelly babies and take to the nearest Police Public Call Box.

Well, I was on my way to this gay gypsy bar mitzvah for the disabled when I suddenly thought: gosh the third reich's a bit rubbish, I think I'll kill the Führer