Series 5, Episode 13, Broadcast 21 December 1954 Forog Wallace: This is the BBC Harry: The wretched man was about to refer to the highly ignored Goon Show GRAMS: HUGE CHEERS AND WHISTLES Harry: Stop! (GRAMS stop) Greenslade? Wallace: Sir? Harry: Leave your toys for a moment, and lets have some words Wallace: Yes big brother. Ladies and gentlepong this week the Goons present a science-fiction fantasy play in a cunning attempt to take the place of the horror comics. This masterpiece of mediocrity is entitled - ORCHESTRA: HORROR AND SUSPENSE CHORD Harry: Forog! (inane laughter) ORCHESTRA: CLARINET PLAYING A VERY LOW SINISTER PIECE Peter: (low, sinister voice) It was one of those days that follow the night. London was blanketed by a thick swirling pea-soup fog. All was still as Ned Seagoon put on his hat and coat Neddy: Yes, I decided to go out for a breath of fresh air Spike: Let him go Neddy: I hadn't realised it was so foggy, but indeed it was so thick that I had to walk in front of myself with a blazing torch Eccles: You're not the only one Neddy: As I walked long a stream of buses and cars followed in my wake. Strange how men recognise a leader. I hurried them along when suddenly - Minnie: Ooooooh no, please! Oooooh no, oooh! Neddy: I bumped into someone. Are you alright madam? Minnie: You should know Neddy: madam, perhaps I can direct you somewhere? Minnie: I'd better direct you, sir! Neddy: Me? You direct me? That's rich! Guide a path through London? What makes you think I'm lost? Minnie: You're in my kitchen Neddy: Impossible, by my calculations I've just come up Highgate Hill Minnie: You've just come up three flights of steps, mister Neddy: Oh, good heavens! I'm on the third floor! No, it can't be! Spike: This happened every day in London ORCHESTRA: CLARINET PLAYING A VERY LOW SINISTER PIECE Wallace: Young Ned took a taxi to the foot of the stairs and 2 hours later he was again in the street Neddy: (coughing) Curse this fog! It's worse than I first thought! Bluebottle: Enter invisible Bluebottle with bronchitis and smog mask around both knees to keep leggy-peggies warm! Voila! No audience applause! That is because of the fog, here I don't - eeeeh! Neddy: Oh! Bluebottle: Ee-hee! I have bumped against a sack of something soft Neddy: Whoever you are, it's me! Bluebottle: I'm sorry madam, this fog is thicker than it was before, but it's warmer! Hasn't it got warmer? Neddy: Will you take your hand out of my pocket?! Bluebottle: Ee-hee-hee! So that is why it's warmer. Thinks: I must ask mummy to make me a pocket so I can wear my head in it. Speaks: Pardon me, can you direct me to the BBC? I'm appearing in the naughty Coon Show Neddy: Let me get my bearings, little hair-pinned legs. Now BBC... which way are you facing? Bluebottle: I'm facing the BBC Neddy: Well, straight along Bluebottle: Thank you nice invisible human. Disappears into murk and fog singings "Give me some men, who are - GRAMS: SPLASH OF MAN FALLING IN WATER Bluebottle: You rotten swine, you. You have directed me into the dreaded water and I can not see for the fog, so I don't know whether I'm drowning or not. Shouts "Help" just in case - "Help Just In Case"! Lights match to see if feet are touching the bottom - no, but legs are! Tee-Hee! I made a little jokul! Hee-hee-hee! Neddy: I don't wish to know that. And with that stinging repartee on my lips, I made my way unwaveringly to my chambers. First left, straight and - curse that bus! Stop following me, I tell you, I'm going home. I say driver, stop following me! Peter: (Jewish) I can't help it, you've got your braces wrapped around the radiator Neddy: Bless my soul, you're right. I thought it was warm a-hint of me Spike: We're not allowed to say "behind" Neddy: I found it much easier to walk without the bus and was soon at my front door FX: SEVERAL RAPID KNOCKS ON DOOR, DOOR OPENED Neddy: My butler let me in which was strange - I hadn't got one! Peter:(Butler) Yes sir? Neddy: Oh I'm terribly sorry, I must be in the wrong house Peter: Good, so long as I'm alright! Neddy: It's extraordinary but I can't find my way Jack Peter: Don't worry, you go home and have a good rest Neddy: Home? That's the trouble, I don't seem to be able to find it Peter: Good night, sir Neddy: Yes, but I - FX: DOOR SLAMMED Neddy: I recognised the voice- Good Heavens! I must be well out of my way, I live in Brixton!(shouts) Help! Anyone know where Brixton is? Heeeelp! Wallace: The fog lasted 3 days and so great was the turmoil it caused a special sitting was called in Westminster. Some of the members were so benigned by the fog that the speaker opened with the words - Ray: Gentlemen (FX: HAMMER SLAMMED) Be seated! Everybody: coughs Harry: (whiny voice) Is it not time - Henry: Here here! Harry: That something definite was done about this fog? Spike: Yes Wallace: And on that conclusive word, the debate was about to end when suddenly a figure walking in front of himself with a burnt-out torch emerged from under the front bench Neddy: My name is Ned Seagoon (FX: GENTLE CLAPPING) Thank you! Honourable members, I am an amateur scientist Spike: What about tea? Neddy: Thank you, thank you very much. As I was wandering bout in the fog, I believe I stumbled upon a solution to rid London of this annual horror Peter: (politician) Does the honourable member realise that fog is costing us millions every year? Spike: Well stop buying it then Peter: Here here Spike: Bravo! Neddy: Gentlemen - Spike: What about tea? Neddy: Gentlemen, if it costs the taxpayer so much are you prepared to sponsor me in an attempt to rid London of fog? Everyone: Bravo! Here here! Wallace: So Ned Seagoon by his own initiative and resource, was given the official title of Fog And Thick Smog Officer- in short: FATSO! Neddy: In my Liberal sponsored twelve-storey laboratory I carried out my theory which was heating atomically the belts of cold air rising from earth's variations in order to warm the atmosphere. (evil laugh) I called my experiment Hot Air! Nelson: (Peter / Grytpype-Thynne) I first heard the news of Seagoon's appointment on December the 3rd. At the time I was quietly contemplating Admiralty Arch from the top of my 170 foot column - yes, my name is Nelson. Spike: How can a statue receive news? Nelson: By pigeon ORCHESTRA: SINISTER LINK Wallace: Why is the statue of Nelson interested in Ned Seagoon's experiments? And will Ned succeed? Don't forget to order your next instalment of Forog - complete with a large coloured portrait of Big Wall Greenslade. MUSIC: MAX GELDRAY AND ORCHESTRA Wallace: I apologise to listeners who received their pictures on our Elephant and Castle transmitter for the fact that Max Geldray was blotted out at the end by a bout of thick fog. ORCHESTRA: CLARINET PLAYING A VERY LOW SINISTER PIECE Neddy: I was in my laboratory at the time, and as I looked out of the government-sponsored window I saw the dirty yellow fog and vowed to abolish it for good and all FX: THREE RAPID KNOCKS ON THE DOOR Neddy: Come in! FX: DOOR HANDLE TURNED AND DOOR OPENS Nelson: Good day, sir, are you Ned Seagoon? Neddy: I have that good fortune. I looked at my visitor, he was dressed in a grey-stone navy uniform. He was well over 10 feet which gave him the appearance of being tall Nelson: You may call me Nelson Neddy: I'm pleased to - gulp - Nelson? Nelson: Yes, the statue of Horatio Nelson. You don't believe it, do you? Neddy: Yes - I mean no - I mean well - Garcon! FX: DOOR HANDLE TURNED AND DOOR OPENS Eccles: Hello! Oh, hello Nelson! Neddy: Eccles I've just seen - you can see him too? Eccles: Yeah, I don't blame him coming off that column in this weather Neddy: But you can't possibly talk to stone, you must be out of your mind! Eccles: What's your excuse? Nelson: Enough. Now listen to me, Seagoon, stop experimenting with fog! Neddy: I'm trying to get rid of it Nelson: Precisely, but we statues, we must have fog Eccles: Ying-Tong-Iddle-I-Po Nelson and Neddy: Good! Nelson: Now, when the weather is really foggy, you see, it is the only chance we statues have to move around and see the sights Neddy: I see, I see. So really you want me to forget my fog experiments so that you can go gallivanting at random Nelson: Precisely Neddy: No! I won't do it, I tell you! I won't do it! I won't I won't! I'll clear the fog if it's the last thing I do Nelson: That may very well be so Neddy: Eccles, tell me it was all a dream. It was all a dream, wasn't it? Eccles: Ooooh! Neddy: What's that you've got? Eccles: This came off Nelson Neddy: It's a stone chip Eccles: He must have been having a stone supper! Ho ho! Neddy: It's not true! (getting hysterical) It's not true I tell you! It's not true! ORCHESTRA: SINISTER LINK Nelson: Pssst! Achilles, dear chap Harry: (Achilles, Northern accent) Is that you, Nelson? Nelson: Who else? Seagoon refused to drop his fog experiments, pass it on around Harry: That I will, that. Help me down, hmmmph Nelson: Take it easy ORCHESTRA: CLARINET PLAYING A VERY LOW SINISTER PIECE Harry: Pssst! Eros! I say, Eros! Bluebottle: Hee-hee! Who is that tapping my little left footie? Harry: I bear the name of Achilles. Now listen - Bluebottle: Yes I am listening. Could you get down? I've got a date in Piccadilly 'cause I'm meeting Peter Pan Harry: I have a message. Seagoon is going to do away with fog Bluebottle: Oh, the naughty mortal! Harry: Now with all haste, pass this message on Bluebottle: I will do this. Steps down off pedestal GRAMS: SPLASH! Bluebottle: Rotten little fountain! I'm always getting wetted. Exits left to pass on the dreaded news. Thinks: it is nice to put my leg down for a bit, though ORCHESTRA: CLARINET PLAYING A VERY LOW SINISTER PIECE Wallace: Then the fog gradually started to lift and the statues hurried back to their pedestals and conks GRAMS: LION ROARS Nelson: Alright lads, it's only me Wallace: And the news being passed round had reached the statue of William Hewitt Gladstone Henry: (Gladstone) Must pass this unfortunate news on to Boedicia. Boedicia! Minnie: (Boedicia) Who is it? Henry: It's me, Boedi, it's Gladstone. I have some bad news for you Minnie: It's not another student strike is it? After that thing they put on my head last year! Henry: It's worse than that Minnie: It couldn't be Henry: Ned Seagoon is going to do away with the fog Minnie: Oh the naughty man, he's naughty! Henry: Yes, but if there's no fog we won't be able to see each other again' Minnie: Well we never see each other in this fog anyway Henry: But I'd never be able to come over here and not see you! Minnie: Oh dear, dear Gladstone! Henry: Yes Boedi Wodi Minnie: Ah, the fog is lifting! Oooh! Henry: You're right! Mercy save us! How am I going to get back? Minnie: I could run you round in the old chariot, buddy Henry: It's no good, you've got no reflectors on it, Min Minnie: You coward Gladstone, there's a mortal coming! Wallace: Yes, it was me, but I didn't notice anything as I was reading the Radio Time Spike: How many of you recognised that for the next 3 days Gladstone was holding the reigns of Boedicia's chariot, ey? You must notice these things, you know!? ORCHESTRA: SINISTER LINK Neddy: But, Major Bloodnok, it's true I tell you, I saw Nelson with my own eyes. He came to me at my government sponsored laboratory. I demand military protection. If all these statues gang up on me I'm finished! Bloodnok: Now stop stroking me potties and let's get this down . Now then - Neddy: My name is Ned Seagoon Bloodnok: I got that. now, did any other responsible person see the statue Eccles: Oh yeah, I did Bloodnok: No other responsible person Neddy: You must believe me, Major! Bloodnok: Sit down lad and have some more gin Neddy: I've never drunk gin in my life Bloodnok: Well sit down and have some more of whatever you've had too much of Neddy: You must give me military protection Bloodnok: Come now, supposing I ordered the soldiers to watch Nelson to see if he moved, I mean I'd soon get my ticket wouldn't I, ey? Neddy: I'd give you a job as personal bodyguard. 10 pounds a week and all found Bloodnok: Corporal Gladys! Ray: Yeah? Bloodnok: Put Nelson under close arrest Wallace: Two days later for again envelopes the south of England, but this time there was a quadrant of Scotch guards surrounding the place of Nelson's Column. Anyone over ten feet was challenged Spike: Nobody noticed Nelson going through on his knees Neddy: Nobody noticed Nelson going through on his knees, ey? Well! Bully for Nelson. I was in my government-sponsored offices at the time. In a few days my experiment would be tested, then gone will be fog and the statues will not be able to harm me ORCHESTRA: CLARINET PLAYING A VERY LOW SINISTER PIECE Neddy: You! Nelson: Yes Neddy, you are determined to go through with it I see Neddy: Yes, and I told the war office about you, so there! And they believed me Nelson: Did they really? Neddy: Yes, I mean they are protecting me! I'm government-sponsored Nelson: You silly twisted boy, you Neddy: Quick Eccles, get him (struggling noises) Eccles: Okay I go him (struggling noises) Neddy: There! Nelson: now what have you accomplished? Neddy: I had some stone handcuffs specially prepared and now you are my prisoner. I'm going to take you along to the War Office and prove that you're true (evil laugh) Eccles, open the door (Evil laugh) Eccles: Okay FX: DOOR HANDLE TURNED AND DOOR OPENS Neddy: (Evil laugh) Come on, you wretched! Come on! Nelson: Poor misguided boy FX: DOOR SHUTS Eccles: I don't want to worry Neddy, but I can't see who he keeps talking to ORCHESTRA: SINISTER CHORD Wallace: Yesterday a young government-sponsored scientist was helped down Nelson's Column where he had handcuffed himself to the statue of Nelson. In warning him the magistrate said there was too much of this stuff going on. However, as this was Seagoon's first offence he was sentenced to 3 minutes of Ray Ellington MUSIC: RAY ELLINGTON AND HIS QUARTET Neddy: Success! Eccles, I've done it, at last! My experiment went off beautifully. The fog disappeared like magic never to return. Ha Ha, no more Fog Eccles! Just think of it, they'll make me Lord Seagoon and you'll be Lady Eccles. Wonderful day, wonderful day! GRAMS: BELLS RINGING AND CHEERS (MUFFLED) OVER SPEECH Neddy: And listen to the bells, Eccles! This is Seagoon's Day! Look at the crowd, look t them! Open the window. come on open the window and let them see me FX: WINDOW OPENED GRAMS: BELLS AND CHEERS LOUDER OVER SPEECH Neddy: Thank you, thank you! Ha ha, thank you all! Oh no no no, it was nothing! GRAMS STOP Eccles: I don't want to say anything, but the streets are deserted ORCHESTRA: SINISTER LINK Wallace: Seagoon bathed in the limelight of public acclaim as the cleanser of London. It was indeed a pleasure to sit in London's parks and read a copy of the Radio Times. This pleasure was available to all for 3 whole days, then - ORCHESTRA: CLARINET PLAYING A VERY LOW SINISTER PIECE Neddy: Just think, Eccles, in this very government-sponsored laboratory our triumph was achieved! Hee hee! By Jove, it's getting dark early it's only 2 o'clock Eccles: Yeah, if I wasn't with you I'd say it was fog Neddy: Fog! Well it can't be, it can't be, it can't be! Eccles: Oh it's somebody smoking, that's it Neddy: Where are my notes? Eccles: They've gone, Major Bloodnok took them Neddy: Took them where? Eccles: He left London airport a week ago with them Neddy: I don't like that, Eccles, I mean I smell a rat! Eccles: I don't want to worry Neddy but I can't smell anything Neddy: I want you to get a sample of that fog Eccles: Oh yeah, I got a bucket, hold on Neddy: Open the window you idiot FX: WINDOW OPENED Eccles: coughing Neddy: I've got some! Close the window FX: WINDOW SHUT Wallace: While Ned Seagoon is analysing the fog 2 4 6 8 - Who do we appreciate? Greenslade! And now for our chapter 8, the awakening Neddy: I've got it, Eccles! By Jove now it all fits in! This isn't fog, neither is it smog, this is forog! Eccles: Ooooh! Neddy: Yes, foreign fog, you see? Hee hee hee, it's been manufactured abroad and shipped here Eccles: I wonder how much duty there is to pay Neddy: Serious Eccles, serious! major Bloodnok has obviously sold my notes to Nelson. I must get to the House of Commons with the news ORCHESTRA: RAPID LINK Neddy: Honourable members! I have grave news concerning our beloved London! Spike: Speak up lad, let's have it now Everyone: Here here Neddy: It is not fog enveloping us, but nay, nay, it is forog, a kind of fog manufactured in foreign parts Everyone: Rubbish! Rubbish! Neddy: Please, please. If fog is being manufactured by the statues of London - Spike: It's a trick to get more - Neddy: No! Major Bloodnok in the War office has sold the entire - Everyone: shouts overpowering Neddy ORCHESTRA: MYSTIC HARP LINK Peter: (German scientist) Now Seagoon, lad, have you placed all the bricks in the right holes and the right squares? Neddy: Stop all this nonsense, I can't understand you all, I demand to see the authorities Peter: Of course you will be able to see them in a short while, they are collecting evidence at the moment Neddy: I don't understand what this is all about FX: DOOR HANDLE TURNED AND DOOR OPENS Peter: Ah good morning Dr. Moriarty Moriarty: And good morning to you, Dr. Heidel-Bugger, and this is little Ned Seagoon is it? Neddy: Doctor, have they examined the forog? Moriarty: They have, it's turned out to be fog Neddy: It's not, I tell you, it's forog! Moriarty: Yes yes yes, take it easy now Neddy: Did you find Major Bloodnok? Moriarty: Yes we have checked with the War Office records and found there is no such man in existence Neddy: What? But go to my government-sponsored laboratory and you'll see his name in the visitors book Moriarty: Yes we checked with that address you gave us but there i no laboratory there, it is an old bomb-sight Neddy: Gulp! But honestly, there is a laboratory, there must be a laboratory! As true as my name is Ned Seagoon! Moriarty: Ah, that's another point. There is no such person as Ned Seagoon ORCHESTRA: END THEME TUNE Wallace: That was the Goon Show, a recorded programme featuring Peter Sellers, Harry Secombe and Spike Milligan with the Ray Ellington Quartet and Max Geldray. The orchestra was conducted by Wally Stott, script by Eric Sykes and Spike Milligan, announcer Wallace Greenslade, the programme produced by Peter Eton ORCHESTRA: FINISH THEME TUNE AND PLAY OUT