♪ We are the Village Green ♪ ♪ Preservation Society ♪ ♪ God save Donald Duck ♪ ♪ Vaudeville and variety ♪ ♪ We are the Desperate Dan ♪ ♪ Appreciation society ♪ ♪ God save strawberry jam ♪ ♪ And all the different varieties ♪ ♪ Preserving the old ways from being abused ♪ ♪ Protecting the new ways for me and for you ♪ ♪ What more can we do?

♪ Alright, my friends, keep it down now.

Sal, you'll have another one.

Don't let me down.

You're a single woman now and it's Sunday tomorrow, and, on that basis alone, I'm going to make it a large one.

Hooray.

God, I love a lock-in.

What are you having, Rosie?

I'll have a Blue WKD and pork scratchings, please, Tip.

TIP: Coming up.

How are the lambs, Rosie?

Yeah, lovely, warming up lovely, yeah.

Here, Tip, tell Colin if he's got any more lambs need feeding, I'm the woman.

I loves lambs.

I love 'em.

SAL: I love lambs.

They always have them in the farmer's field at the bottom of the garden.

Do you know, there's none there this year.

Do you think they're lambing late?

Now, Kate Bales, you have been nursing that orange juice for long enough.

May I take it to the mortuary and tempt you with something from my optics?

Ooh!

(LAUGHS) Oh!

Ooh, let me think.

-Um... Ooh... -James, James.

You can see why she doesn't missher job at the surgery, can't you?

Yes, ever the irresponsible dispenser of drugs.

Ah, but I can prescribe here as well, couldn't be happier.

And I have Rolodex notes of all of my clients' needs.

So, Kate Bales, Mickey Finn?

-Ohh!

-Oh, no, no, I'm fine, thank you.

I've never been to a lock-in before.

So, how long is it for?

How long are we locked in for?

Idiot woman.

You can go whenever you like, Kate.

You know, feel free to leave.

Oh, no, no.

I'll stay to the end.

Don't wanna miss anything.

-(LAMB BLEATS) -TIP: So, Jimbob?

Oh, no, I'm fine sipping the large drink I already have, thanks.

Oh, don't look at me like that.

I mean, can't I just go out and have a drink?

It's not as if I'm drinking all the time.

Why, I've known you to go hours without touching a drop.

Oh, shut up, see, I'm not drunk.

Your Holiness?

-Well-- -We are fine.

Remember, we're here to show my mother that it is possible to have an enjoyable night out without getting completely plastered.

(TIP LAUGHING) What do they call those older women who binge-drink?

Ladettes.

More like old baguettes.

Old baguette culture.

-Missed.

-SAL: Mm-hmm.

(LAMB BLEATS) -So... -So...

Some civilized conversation.

Yes.

So...

So, uh...

Uh, busy day tomorrow, I imagine.

Yes, very.

Yes, uh, Sunday and all that.

Is it?

You know, Doctor, Doctor, you'll know the answer to this.

Would it be alright for me to have another WKD, Doctor?

Would that be alright for the lambs?

'Cause I've heard it goes into your breast milk.

Wh... What's she talking about?

Don't engage.

I've heard there's babies what gets addicted to Bacardi Breezers in the womb.

-Really?

-Yeah, God, yeah.

'Cause, like, when I had my boys, my doctor said that my medication could go through my bosoms right into them.

That's why they craved the Ritalin.

Would it be the same for lambs?

Don't engage.

You're not very nice for a vicar.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

You see, even when you say that, I don't believe you.

-Aw!

Oh, isn't it gorgeous?

-Ohh!

Yes.

It's just so... lamby.

Would you like to suckle him?

-No.

-No, go on.

It hurts a bit when it latches on, but otherwise... -No!

No, thank you, no!

-Go on, Katie Bales.

That'll get your hormones going.

My hormones are fine, thank you very much.

The merry widows, huh?

(LAUGHING) What are you doing in here on a Saturday night?

You're young, you should be out getting some.

Oh, stop it, you'll make me blush.

You shut up, woman, you'll close this place down.

We love the sad and lonely.

Don't you be putting thoughts in their heads about movin' on.

I mean, I do think about it.

I do sometimes wish I could be walked home by a man.

Don't you?

No, I've got James.

But wouldn't you rather it was a man?

-(LAUGHTER) -Excuse me.

KATE: Oh, sorry.

(LAUGHING) I forgot you were a man.

Oh, n... No, I didn't mean... Oh, what did I mean?

Oh, no.

What's in this orange juice?

Oh, dear.

Oh, dear.

I've got the opposite problem, you see.

I can't get any time to myself because I've got Tash and Spikey watching the telly.

For crying out loud, woman, you bought them the van, now make them live in it.

Exactly.

Well, they're gonna do it up and then they'll go.

I just wish they'd get a bloody move on.

-Well, tell 'em.

-I will.

Well, do it tomorrow when we're coming round for lunch.

Are you gonna remember that we're all coming for lunch tomorrow?

Will you stop hassling me?

You've got to stop treating me like I've got... dementia or something.

-What about you, Rosie?

-What?

How are you getting home?

Is Ricky gonna come and pick you up?

-No, he's away at the moment.

-Oh.

He takes the lories to Turkey and Bulgari-aria at the moment, so he's away a lot.

Oh, God, need to go to the toilet.

(WOMEN LAUGHING) -Right.

-SAL: No!

Did you see that?

I'm fine.

She's okay.

It was the stool, I got up and it was stuck to my arse.

Yeah.

it suctioned to your ass.

Because it's a stool.

-(LAUGHING) -(POUNDING ON DOOR) -(TIP SHUSHING) -(WOMEN GASPING) -KATE: Oh!

-Shh!

This is a private party and these are all my closest friends.

In fact, they are all my closest friends.

That's not true, I've never seen her before in my life, m'lud.

Would you hush, Rosie?

MAN: I've booked a room.

Oh, God, I forgot you were coming in late.

Right, make yourself at home.

It's a giant.

Now, what can I get you before I show you what we call the room?

Just kidding, it's lovely.

Something from the taps or can I tempt you with my optics?

Whisky.

A fine choice.

They say what whisky will not cure, there is no cure for.

Ta.

(SIGHS DEEPLY) Is it me, or has the atmosphere turned Gothic?

Yes, poor chap.

Chosen a short break, no doubt, in an area of outstanding natural beauty, only to be greeted by the cast of The Wicker Man.

(SIGHS) -(BOTTLES CLATTERING) -Oh!

(LAUGHING) ("KOOKS" BY DAVID BOWIE PLAYING) ♪ Will you stay in our lovers' story?

♪ ♪ If you stay, you won't be sorry ♪ ♪ 'Cause we believe in you ♪ ♪ Soon you'll grow ♪ ♪ So take a chance on a couple... ♪ (RETCHING) ♪ Hung up on romancing ♪ (RETCHINGCONTINUES) ♪ Will you stay in our lovers' story?

♪ Mum, I am doing everything by myself.

♪ ...you won't be sorry... ♪ Raph, I think we're gonna use the back garden.

This is, like, too disgusting.

♪ Soon you'll grow ♪ ♪ So take a chance with a couple of kooks ♪ ♪ Hung up on romancing ♪ (GROANS) She's awake!

What's happening?

Where are the eggs?

They're in the fridge.

No, for the Easter egg hunt.

Mum wants to know.

Oh, God.

Easter eggs.

Are you feeling sick?

No.

No, I'm fine, darling, thank you.

Oh, ta.

Where are the eggs?

Why do they keep changing the date?

Oh, yeah, Uncle James rang to remind you about lunch.

(BELLS TOLLING) VICAR: Thank you so much.

Thank you.

I'm so glad you found it inspiring.

Thank you.

-Thank you so very... -Oh, no Susie?

Uh, no, she and family are throwing themselves down a mountain.

Oh, I loves Easter, don't you?

The stories are so good at Easter.

Jesus has now been regurgitated and walks amongst us.

Resurrected, darling.

Yeah, and then he's gonna go out, isn't he, and be thrice denied by the cockerel.

No, not denied by the cockerel.

Oh, I thought it was the cockerel.

You're looking a bit peaky, Vicar.

I hope you're alright.

Only we've got to have a talk about the position of verger over a Bénédictine now that Queenie's gone to her sister's.

Church business, not yours.

Vicar, uh, I could do it.

Can I verge?

I knows how you dos it.

Well, uh, um, uh, let me think about it.

Oh, leave it now, we've got the parish magazine to sort.

Before you know it Ascension will descend upon us.

Hello, Sal, just going home?

That was a night, wasn't it, Sal?

I don't remember, actually Rosie, and I don't wanna be reminded.

I'm happy in my amnesia, thank you.

Do you remember when she fell off her stool, eh, Vicar?

Were you there, Vicar?

I was there too.

Sorry I didn't make it to the church service, Vicar.

I overslept.

Too late now, I'm afraid.

Jesus has left "da" building, as they say.

SAL: Sorry, I've got to rush.

I wanna get Andy to open up and give me a chicken.

The mind boggles.

The butcher.

(BELLS TOLLING) Oh, hey up, Jock.

When do those bloody bells stop?

When the people stop pulling the ropes usually.

So sorry if they're disturbing you.

Perhaps you'd like me to have them all shot.

Sorry about him.

Hello, you lovely dog.

-TASH: Mum?

-SAL: Yep.

Oh, Easter eggs, yay.

Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, yum.

Which one is mine?

SAL: They're for after lunch, Tash.

-Just remember I don't like dark chocolate.

-Okay.

Where are the ones, the little ones for the, for the hunt?

In one of the bags.

Mum, you have to come and see the van.

It's been cleaned and looks amazing.

Oh, yep, in a minute.

When we've finished, we're gonna do, like, New York loft-y style-y, but for now, it's just, like, you know, our stuff.

Yep, okay.

(BRIGHT MUSIC PLAYING) One over there, mate.

Spike, don't help him.

And, um, the rules, okay, no matter who gets the most, we're all gonna share them out evenly, okay, so it's like really fair.

-(TURKEY GOBBLES) -(TASH SCREAMS) Mum, can you put that turkey away?

He's going to kill me!

SAL: Sorry.

(CHUCKLES) SPIKE: Here.

(GRUNTS) I thought we were gonna eat this for Easter.

Poor old Turkey Lurkey.

I rescued him from the Christmas market.

He's horrible, though, isn't he?

It looks like Mike's mother.

What's that?

It's a planning application notice.

Where's it from?

What is it?

It's a planning application notice.

Have you seen it before?

Oh, yeah, 'cause that has been, like, nailed to the gate behind the van for ages.

Your van?

Yeah.

-Have you read it?

-No.

You should have told me it was there.

If your bloody van wasn't there, I could have bloody seen it for myself.

Yeah, but, no, that was only there because you didn't want it right up next to the house.

What does it say?

It says they're gonna convert the barn in the top field.

Huh, nice.

No.

This notice is six months old.

It-it's too late, Mum.

Oh, bloody hell.

Why didn't I know anything about this?

I don't want builders out there for 12 months.

I mean, that's the only view I've got left.

The only place they haven't built on yet.

Mum, you can't see the barn.

Uh, my egg appears to be dark chocolate.

That's all they had left.

But the field, they will ruin the field.

It'll be such a mess.

God, there'll be bloody big driveways, bloody big gates.

And traffic.

I mean, I sit out there.

It is private.

I can take my top off in the summer.

-I wondered who that was.

-What?

You're on Google Earth.

Really?

Wh... Can you see my -- from outer space?

Oh, no.

Oh, don't be such a prude.

She's my mother.

Anyway, I think it's outrageous and I'm not gonna put up with it.

Right.

If it isn't cooked, just eat the little bits round the edge and I'll ram it back in the oven.

But all the bacterial blood has flowed through the bit we will eat where you stabbed at it, so I just think we should wait.

No, no, no, it is cooked.

Just serve the vegetables, Yasmeen.

Do you mean us, Mother?

Don't try and get round me.

I bought you that bloody van so that you would go traveling.

Can we have a few less "bloodys," please?

Yes, Mum, could you try and not ruin Easter, please?

And anyway, hello.

How are we supposed to move it when neither of us can drive?

Something else they didn't teach you at Eton?

Chauffeur.

You can drive, you passed your test.

But then Dad refused to buy me a car, so... And anyway... Oh, there's always an "and anyway."

Yes, and anyway, we're gonna use the van as business premises.

What business?

Spike?

I'm just gonna see how Raphy's doing.

Well... urban foraging.

We are like urban foragers.

You know, like, urban abundance, free food.

And that's a business?

Oh, don't start.

TASH: Yeah, it is a non-for-profit-making business.

JAMES: Well, it's not a business, then.

TASH: Yeah, it's stuff that no one wants or that they throw away, or that kind of grows wild, anyway.

Oh, like a womble?

And, and what sort of abundance are you dealing with at the moment?

Well, it's spring, so we have to wait for things to grow.

Oh, yes.

Look, I'm sorry, I cannot be held responsible for the seasons.

Don't keep this going.

I'm surprised the council haven't towed you away.

Statutory Off-Road Notification?

TASH: Oh.

Oh, do you mean the statutory I have to inform the government for the privilege of not using my own property form?

Please, Mr. Post Office.

Oh, and while I'm at it, the form to not be hassled for not watching idiot lantern form, please?

Oh, and, please, please can I pay you to not pick up my recycling 'cause actually it all goes in the wormery?

Oh, and the form so that you can't just steal my internal organs, so that I just end up disemboweled through forgetfulness, or, like, locked up for having a life.

Excuse me.

Oh.

Oh...

Uh, Mum?

SAL: Yeah?

James thinks you're an alcoholic.

I'm sure he doesn't.

-No.

-SAL: Well, I'm not.

I know you're just looking out for me, like I used to look out for your dad, but honestly I'm fine.

Yeah, Mum is fine, James.

Anyway, why is it alright for men but not women?

Men can be noble and troubled and arty and great writers and women are just drunk.

I didn't say it was okay for men.

Well, are there any famous women drinkers?

Princess Margaret.

(CHUCKLES) But she didn't actually do anything.

She had bloody good fun.

Didn't she burn her feet?

Okay, alright.

If it'll keep you happy, I will give up drink for a whole month.

Is that alright?

And now you can help us clear up.

And while you're clearing up, you can think of ideas of how we can stop the barn conversion.

I don't think you can.

Barn owls.

That's a good idea, Spike.

I know a fine purveyor of rare bats.

-Really?

-Hmm.

Good thinking, Spikey.

They, whoever they are, have got permission.

Have you switched eggs?

No.

Well, yeah, but Raph doesn't mind.

I do!

(BRIGHT MUSIC PLAYING) Why don't you give Tash a driving lesson?

What, in this?

(ENGINE RATTLING) I don't what that noise is.

Weird.

SAL: I'm going to the pub.

There's some yogurts in the fridge.

The-the pub?

What a surprise.

What happened to giving up for a whole month?

(CAROLINE SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY) Uh, John's not around at the moment, he's off skiing with Susie and Charles.

They like to go off-piste, I don't.

Right.

I must say, I've been admiring your jugs.

John mentioned them to me.

He caught sight of them the other evening, I believe.

Are they yours, or are they, are they just for decoration?

Look, they...

I... -Decorative, yeah.

-Yes?

Tip?

Is there anything you wish to add to the parish magazine we are compiling?

TIP: No.

It will be broadcast on the inter web as well, won't it, darling?

-Yes.

-(EILEEN CLEARS THROAT) Now, then, uh, any church news?

-You've got all the dates?

-Yes.

Right.

Start.

"Pair of spectacles found in the Sue Ryder charity shop."

Stop.

"Unclear whether donation or accident."

Stop.

You don't have to say stop.

"Aqua aerobics will continue "to be held in the Town Hall until further notice."

Stop.

"No bikinis, please."

-Stop.

-Stop saying stop.

I'm saying, please stop wearing bikinis.

Stop.

Ooh, here he is.

Ooh, look at him.

He's huge!

(JOCK SIGHS) Are you a giant?

You havin' a giant's holiday, are you?

I know you're on holiday, 'cause we haven't got any local giants.

We just haven't got the facilities for 'em, I'm afraid.

Do you like it here, do you?

I don't really like villages.

Well, just as well we're a town, then, isn't it?

Bit easier for you, I should think.

If you were in a village, everybody'd be pointing at you, like that.

Whereas we're used to 'em here.

We get 'em all here.

We have Jethro.

Do you know Jethro?

Yeah, he comes down here, he goes in the Spar.

He's cracking all those Cornish gags in there.

(LAUGHS) He's hilarious, yeah.

He's not a giant, he's just a human.

We've got loads of others come here.

Judi Spiers.

(GASPS) Yeah, she comes here.

The Guild Ladies' news section, that's very thin.

As usual I can sense apathy coming up.

TIP: Wa-hey!

♪ Oh, what a night ♪ ♪ Doo, doo, doo-doo ♪ I've just found this planning notice.

Some bloody developer is gonna convert Old Whiddon's barn at the back of my house.

And they're building a bloody great driveway right across the field.

Well, that was from ages ago.

What?

What, you mean you knew about this?

It was in the parish magazine.

EILEEN: Well, if you didn't see the notice, I, I hope you read the magazine.

Well, no, actually, I didn't, Eileen.

But I am going to fight this.

I don't think I've ever seen that barn.

Googly Earth it, darling.

Isn't that what you do?

No don't, actually, don't do that.

I, for one, am completely behind your protest.

They come in, they buy up old property, and who will live there?

Second homers.

They lock themselves behind their electric gates and before you know it, the town is dead.

Well put.

Take God out of it, and suddenly you're an orator.

Yes, well, I-I couldn't agree more.

I mean, before you know it, there'll be a constant buzz of strimmers and all the driveways will be littered with stone mushrooms and the whole place will look like Gloucestershire.

Or even worse, pubs with Michelin stars.

-Yeah.

-The man is on a roll.

Come on, we need to keep our town rough, that's what we want.

Affordable housing for the young.

I tell you another thing, this bar will go.

Yeah, it'll be Ocado deliveries through those electric gates.

-CAROLINE: Yeah.

-Ocado?

Don't all sound so local themselves.

I'm the only one here.

I must say, Sal, I, um, feel myself moving over to your side.

I can feel a cause coming on me.

This is just what the Guild needs, a purpose, a fight.

And this is big.

It's got the big wheel written all over it.

Now, emergency meeting is called for.

-Your place alright, Sal?

-Yes.

One hour hence?

Good, yes.

When do you think the diggers will be moving in, Sal?

-Don't know.

-Tomorrow.

(MIMICS EASTENDERS CLOSING THEME) (JAMES MIMICS ENGINE SPUTTERING) (TASH MIMICS ENGINE REVVING) What should you be thinking about now?

TASH: Emergency stop?

-No, no, no, no!

-(TASH CHUCKLES) -I don't know.

-What should we... -I don't know.

I don't know.

-Think about... -Indicate.

-(MIMICS ENGINE REVVING) Mirror, signal, maneuver, no.

(TASH SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY) Are you part of this Guild, then?

Yeah, sorry about that.

Bunch of old women don't scare me.

Well, you should be scared of them.

They're shocking, that lot.

Terrible.

You might get it built, but they'll make it difficult for you.

Didn't you hear 'em?

I wouldn't mind if you were at the bottom of my garden, except I haven't got a garden, I got a patio.

I won't be living in the barn.

Oh, who will be, then?

-Can't say.

-Oh.

Oh!

(GASPS) Is it a celebrity?

(GASPS) Is it Gareth Gates?

Is it?

No!

No!

I know, is it Prince Charming?

Not Charming, Charles, Prince Charles.

is it?

'Cause he's got a couple of places out here.

He's got a bungalow in Hole and he's got a llama farm in Exeter.

What about Joss Stone?

She's bought up all of Tiverton.

Can you believe it?

What about Noel Edmonds?

He had the keys to Devon, he did.

But they took 'em off him because he didn't know what box they were in or something.

Yeah.

Who is it, then?

I can't say.

Oh, right.

Is it Judi Spiers?

I don't know who that is.

Oh, right, oh.

-Oh.

-Hmm.

ROSIE: Oh.

Oh... Oh!

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.

Is it?

Is it?

Is it?

Is it?

Is it?

You know I can't say.

Oh, right, yeah, you can't say.

You can't say, can you?

You can't say.

Right, yeah.

(CLICKS TONGUE) Yeah, that's my little secret, that is.

(LAUGHING) (INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS) -(GOBBLING) -(WOMEN SCREAM, GASP) (OVERLAPPING CHATTER) Oh, this is exciting.

Anyone caking?

I hadn't realized quite what an intrusion it's gonna be.

I mean, the driveway is right there against that wall there actually.

TIP: Yeah, yeah, it's an issue of privacy, isn't it?

And I'll tell you another thing, Sal, the price of this house will plummet.

Oh, great, thanks.

We should get Prince Charles out here.

He'd be up in arms.

Now then, Tip, can I just say, we are all in the same room, within earshot, darling.

No explosions.

Thank you.

I am now totally inhibited.

I mean, you let one barn happen and suddenly there's a rash.

Absolutely.

Now, are we all who we are to be?

We seem few.

Well, I hope some more will be coming.

We've got to stop them before they bring the diggers in tomorrow.

We need a caucus before we can officially adopt the cause as policy and organize a protest.

TIP: What is a caucus?

Oh, Tip, it's more than four.

And, as I am in my capacity, I don't count.

So if you want to propose a resolution to the Guild, you have to have a caucus before submission.

Are we gonna be able to stop them, Eileen?

We will do our best, my dear.

That man will rue the day he came across a force as formidable as the Guild in full battle cry!

TIP: No paper!

In the little cupboard.

-ROSIE: Ohh!

Ohh!

-CAROLINE: Oh, Rosie.

EILEEN: Oh, Rosie.

Good, good, good.

We are a caucus.

-Listen, listen, listen!

-EILEEN: What?

(EXHALES) I have news of great importance.

-SAL: What?

What is it?

-Sit down, darling.

No, no, no.

Charles Dance.

Sorry, Charles Dance.

What, Rosie?

He's gonna be living in that barn over there!

Not Jock.

He's building it for Charles Dance!

-Oh, come on.

-What?

Yes, I asked Jock, he's not building it for him.

He's building it for Charles Dance, Charles Dance!

I don't really know who that is.

No, he's making it up.

No, cross my heart, hope to die, he isn't.

Although there was that article in the Western Morning News, do you remember, about how much he loves the area, would love to live here.

-SAL: Well... -Oh, my word.

Actually, this makes total sense because the other day John said he saw someone near us when he was on his way to London, that he knew from somewhere but he couldn't quite finger him.

I mean, he said he'd never seen him before but he knew him.

You know what men are like.

I mean, that makes total sense, doesn't it?

That makes absolute total sense in every possible way.

Sal, Charles Dance.

Charles Dance!

Charles Dance!

(GASPS) Can't really say anything now, can we, Sal?

Bloody hell.

What about my privacy?

Whatever happened to the cause?

Oh, get real, Sal.

We're talking Charles Dance here.

I mean, just think about the speakers and the cachet he'll bring in.

Just a minute.

That field with that barn in it, that is within the Clatterford boundaries, I take it?

He won't be in Hole, will he?

No.

Ohh... Hole will be spitting!

It certainly trumps their Tesco Metro.

I mean, who wouldn't want Charles Dance in their patch?

What's he ever been in, Charles Dance?

Is he the ginger one?

Not ginger.

He's Titian, he is Titian.

He was the, um, whatchamacallit, in the oojamaflip film.

Yes, that's right, that's right, Caroline.

He was the ivory merchant in the film of that same name.

Oh, dear.

He always performs all his parts with such flair and brioche.

-Yes, -Ladies in Lavender.

-CAROLINE: Oh.

-Yes, Ladies in Lavender, yes.

-Yes.

-CAROLINE: Yes, John and I saw that.

We thought that was a proper film.

Haven't seen it.

Yeah.

Ohh... Sal, this changes everything.

(CHUCKLES) Charles Dance.

And of course he's got the security of knowing Sal's here.

She'd be a key holder.

I don't believe I'm hearing this.

Strangely, I do.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER) (CHATTER CONTINUES) (CHATTER CONTINUES) (GOBBLES) Ugh.

Ugh.

EILEEN: No, no, no, it's fine.

Stay there, ladies.

You do the talking.

You talk.

No, it's alright.

Would you please give Mr. Charles Dance... our joint regards?

And I, I have written here, on this paper my name and number for any contacts he might want in the village, any help.

Anything.

He can rest himself assured he is most welcome.

I, I, I, I couldn't help telling them.

'Cause Jock said it was a secret, you see?

Sorry, Jock.

He's gonna need that van moving, Sal.

Over my dead body.

You need a drink.

Yeah, I bloody do.

Bye, Jock!

Jock, bye!

Bye.

♪ We are the Village Green ♪ ♪ Preservation Society ♪ ♪ God save Donald Duck ♪ ♪ Vaudeville and variety ♪ ♪ We are the Desperate Dan ♪ ♪ Appreciation society ♪ ♪ God save strawberry jam ♪ ♪ And all the different varieties ♪ ♪ Preserving the old ways from being abused ♪ ♪ Protecting the new ways for me and for you ♪ ♪ What more can we do?

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