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Well, are you sure this is Dulaney's Club?

Of course it is, Rodney. I ain't been here for years, but I'd recognise it

anywhere.

Come on, Rodney, get on.

You know, Albert, this is yours. Take it, will you?

Produce of Malaysia.

How about that? Come on.

You know, I'll check, though, and make sure this is the Dulaney's Club.

Chunky, you there?

Chunky?

Chunky?

He's not here, Rodney. He's over here.

He's probably popped out for a doner kebab or something.

Anyway, drop the gear down here for a minute. We'll hang about for a while.

Yes, and I've done this place up a bit since we was here last, haven't we,

Albert? Yeah, it's changed.

He's had a roof conversion, hasn't he?

Yeah. I bet it should be lovely when it's finished.

Yeah.

Now, Rodney, this is a prime example of what I've been trying to tell you all

these years.

See? From little acorns.

This used to be a tiny little dive of a place, didn't it, Albert?

Yeah, just a little strip.

That's all it was.

You can see what old Chunky's done to it, can't you? I mean, he's actually

opened it up, knocked a few walls down.

Yeah, spent a bit of money on the old decor.

You know what I've been trying to say to you, Rodney? You see little acorns. I

mean, you've got to remember, Marks and Spencer started with the barrow, didn't

they? Henry Ford, he started in a barn.

Listens, they started with a hut.

See, some little atorns, ain't it, eh?

And these are our little atorns.

So, well, there's people out there.

Oh, yes, there is.

Ah, sure, don't worry, don't worry about it. They're the members.

So we can tell. Look at their eyes, look.

Oh, dear.

What? Don't panic. Time to raise.

Carry on drinking.

Of course, I expect they're waiting for the performance to start. Any old days,

you know, Rodney. The girls would have been on by now.

Where is she? Junkie!

Junkie, come on!

In the box.

Well,

he's sitting in the box.

See you, junkies!

The upper... Oh.

Oh, no, no, no. Oh,

please, please, please.

I think we've made a mistake.

All right, don't panic, don't panic. All right, just pick up the gear, pick up

the gear. It's all right.

Pick it up, buddy. Move out, move out.

Slowly, slowly. No one will be any the wiser.

Nothing at all.

I don't seem to notice them.

I mean, we don't want the papers getting old at this, do we, eh?

No, we'd look like dicks, wouldn't we?

I don't mean that.

I mean, what's Her Majesty doing in Dulaney's club?