Smelly Man: Holy flying cow pie, Safety Clive! That was the Detective Inspector on the phone!

Safety Clive: What is it Smelly Man? _{And who plugged the phone back in? Have you never heard of a power surge...}

Smelly Man: It's a BOMB Safety Clive! We've got to save the island of Malta!

Safety Clive: Now now Smelly Man, this is really a job for the bomb disposal team. I don't think we should get involved, we'd just get in the way.

Smelly Man: Nonsense! To the Smell-mobile!

Smelly Mother: Where the bloody hell do you think you're going shouting like that? Do you want to grow up deaf! And anyway, you still have washing up to do. Dirty plates indeed. Do you want to get food poisoning?

Safety Clive: I... I think I'm in love.

Explosion is heard in distance. Sorry Malta.