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♪ Today's the day with my toupee
I go to the award show

♪ It's Wig Wearer of the Year

♪ A night alone without the moron...

♪ Can't wait for tonight
Oh, what a delight

♪ To see Bob's trophy in his hands

♪ I'll be so proud, sat in the crowd

♪ Drunk as a lord without me pants on. ♪

Oh, just you and me
on a night out together.

Hey, who should we thank if I win?

What, Vic? No, I'm not
thanking that arsehole!

Who's that you're talking to? Is it Wiggy,
that little fella who lives on your head?

Yeah, you just leave him alone, right?
Today, I don't want you sweating near him,

I don't want you slavering on him,

I don't want you creating breezes
near him,

I need him completely unflustered
for the evening's award show.

Bob, that wig will remain
safe and undisturbed

unless something untoward happens,
which I'm sure it won't.

That's really very reassuring.

Now, Bob, did you get
me curly cheesy puffs?

- Uh?
- Did you get me curly cheese puffs?

- Uh?
- Did you get them, did you get them?

- Yeah!
- Did you get 'em, did you? Yes!

Yes, yes, yes,

yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!

Yes!

Oh, no, sorry, I forgot.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no!

No, no!

Dryness, dehydrated, need water.

Cool, refreshing Scottish water.

Course I got them.
There you are, I was just kidding,

just kidney beans, just kindling,
that kind of thing.

There you go.

What's the matter?

These are straight ones,
I asked for curly ones.

Well, they'll just taste the same,
won't they?

No, they won't!
You eat with your eyes, man!

What's the matter with you?

Whoa! Come here.

There you are, freshly curled.

Well?

Oh, no. It's not the same,
I can still taste the straightness.

Go and get me a curly one.

No, I won't. I'm not your slave.

I'm sorry about the lack of curl

but, look, today's the day
of me award ceremony.

Can't we just create
a nice, pleasant atmosphere?

Go on, why don't you show me

what you've been doing
on your little computer?

All right, then.

Actually, I've been up all night working
on Photoshop, d'you know what I mean?

- Sorry?
- Working on Photoshop.

Yeah, I got that. What was
the little flourish afterwards, though?

Working on Photoshop...
... d'you know what I mean?

It's, like, cool for,
'"Do you know what I mean? '"

Oh, right. '"D'you know what I mean? '"
Yeah, I get you.

Yeah, no, I know the Photoshop.

It's not the Photoshop.

It's just Photoshop.

Just Photoshop, you idiot.

Idiot? Oh, yeah. If I was an idiot,
would I be able to do this?

Eh?

What?

Eh? Oh, well, you'll never know.
Come on, what have you been doing?

Well...

Bob have you ever wondered
what Richard Branson, SirRichard Branson,

might look like if he didn't have a beard?

Yeah, all the time, sometimes
every minute of every day.

Yeah, I think most people...

most people have wondered
that at some point in their lives.

- Yeah, definitely, definitely.
- Have a look at this.

I don't even know who that is, Vic.
I don't recognise him at all.

It's Richard Branson, SirRichard Branson.

- Really?
- But wait a minute. Look.

Wow, he's back, it's Richard. SirRichard.

Sir Richard's back now, so he
can design more hot-air balloons.

Yeah. Do you know,
you've done really well, Vic.

- Thank you.
- Done really, really well.

Bob, can I ask you something?

- I don't know, can you?
- Yeah.

Do you know it's the
Wig Wearer of the Year Awards tonight?

Yeah, and if I win it will be three years
on the trot and I get to keep the wig.

- Yeah, so no more rentals on it?
- No, it's mine to keep.

I was wondering...

I'd really like to go to something
like that. Can I go with you?

No, no, no, no, no,
you're not going, Vic.

Do you not remember last
year with Bruce Forsyth?

A goo-goo-good evening,
ladies and gentlemen and children,

welcome to
the Wig Wearer of the Year Awards.

Fly free, my beauty, fly!

Give it to me.

Yeah, well, that wasn't nothing
to do with me, that was Kes's fault.

But, look, Vic, if you're at a loss
for something to do tonight,

why don't you wash your bedsheets
for once,

instead of just leaning them
up against the wall every morning?

How am I supposed to wash them?
We haven't got a river nearby.

A river? We don't live in Wales.

How did you wash them last time?

I just walked them through
that car wash over there.

But that car wash over there,
yeah, that shut in 1982.

Is that the last time you washed them?

- Yeah, so I can't go there again, can I?
- Oi, this way, come here, come here, you.

All right, Bosh?

No, never mind all that, you twat.
I need you to do something for me.

- Here, look after that.
- All right. Bosh,

Bosh, hold on a minute.
First off, what is it?

It's one of them sort of pump-me-up
energy drinks, isn't it, you know?

- Bosh, Bosh.
- What?

What, so it's just, like,
for bodybuilders, that sort of thing?

- Yes, bodybuilding juice, exactly right.
- Bosh?

- What?
- Come here. Are you moving out today?

No, I am not moving out, Bob.

Why not?

I'll tell you why not.

Because I...

have very rapidly...

fallen madly...

in love... with you.

That's the first of many...

you twat.

Be careful with that.

All right, Vic?

- Yeah, where you going, son?
- I'm going to go to toilet.

Enjoy yourself, kid.

Hey, Vic, did you hear that?

This is like bodybuilders' liquid,
you know?

- Yeah?
- You know, I wouldn't mind

being all buffed up
for tonight's award show.

- Me too.
- Yeah, but you're not coming, are you?

What part of your body are you most
looking forward to getting buffed up?

Er... I've got to say the top half because

bottom half, I've got to be honest,
is pretty buffed up already, to be honest.

- Yeah?
- Yeah. Here, check it out, go on.

Whoa, that's good and thick that,
isn't it?

You can't actually
get your hand round it, can you?

It's rock hard as well.

Yeah, it's quite short.

Yeah, it's quite short but I think
it should be good for football, that.

Eugh, eugh!

Eugh!

Hey, Vic, I wonder
if it's kicked in already yet.

We need to lift something.
Have you got anything heavy?

I've got a Metallica album
but it doesn't weigh much.

- What was that?
- It was a joke.

Oh, right, it didn't land,
though, yeah?

Erm, we need to lift something that's
really heavy. That lamp's heavy.

We've never been able to lift that,
have we? Go on, give it a go.

Go on!

- No, that...
- It's a very heavy lamp, isn't it?

It's too heavy, that, son.

Yeah, what's happened to my toupee?

Where's my toupee gone, Vic?

Where's my... Where's my?

Where's my toupee gone, Vic?!

Bob, Bob, you know that old, arthritic rat
thing that hangs around here sometimes?

Yeah, well, what's that
got to do with it?

It's walking off with your wig down there.

Well, catch it, Vic!

- Well, grab it for me, Vic.
- It's your wig, you get it.

No, I'm scared of it, you know,
I'm just a little boy, really.

Will you just grab it for me?

Keep your hair on.

- Please, just grab it for us, Vic.
- I'm going as fast as I can

for someone who hasn't got a ticket
for the Wig Wearer of the Year Awards.

Oh, just grab it, Vic, please.

It's so old it's developed
a force field round it.

Well, penetrate it, Vic.

I'd feel a lot braver
if I had a ticket for tonight.

You're not going! Get it!

Bob, Bob, no, it really has gone,
it's gone underneath the cooker.

Bob, you're all pumped up,
harness the power.

Get out of my way!

The prophecy has been fulfilled.

You cheeky monkey.

You silly sausage.

You silly-billy.

You daft ha'p'orth.

Oh, you idiot.

- Oh, yes?
- Yes.

If I was an idiot,
would I be able to do this?

- Charity.
- Sweet charity.

Sentimental.

Gay abandon.

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

No!

Why?

Dance!

Oh, no. No, it's worn off.

Oh! There's goes my toupee.
Get after it, before we lose the power!

Yes, master!

Oh... For goodness' sake.

It's gone into Julie's flat.

Oh, not Julie's. Here, get out the way.

♪ Here is my pan
and you must understand

♪ I was told it was made of iron

♪ When I got home

♪ And heated my stove

♪ It melted cos it's made from
plastic... ♪

What a fool I've been,
with the purchase of this frying pan.

I tell you this - if ever you need
a frying pan, go to a regular store,

and not Crusty Ken's Kitchen Shithouse.

I like your boots, Beef.

Yes, they're Canadian,
made from a wolf's penis.

Did you get them in Canada?

No, I got them in Hartlepool.

They are Canadian. Let me show you.
If you twist the heel,

inside there's a small bottle of
maple syrup for pancakes,

which was what I was trying to cook in
Crusty Ken's Kitchen Shithouse frying pan.

Transpires it's about as much
use as a...

Plastic frying pan!

Was that a joke?

What's that little saucepot doing?

Beef, Beef...

You know that little rat thing,
that little rat beaver thing

- that's round these parts?
- Yes.

Yeah, it's nicked me toupee
and taken it into Julie's house,

and without it I can't go to the
award show. It's a disaster.

- What, that little rat beaver thing?
- Yeah.

Well, hasn't that been in this building
since our forefathers were here

- in the 1970s?
- Mm.

Cor blimey!

I hate being a bus conductor.

Yeah, I know you do, Dickie.
Hey, one of those coloured gentlemen's

moved in next door.

Cor! He ain't half tall.

And fat! I don't know how he squeezes
into that little Hillman Imp of his.

Oh, hello, Harper.

Cor blimey! I only just got an eyeful
of that bit of crumpet next door,

and she's only moved in with
a coloured fellow. He ain't half tall.

And fat!

I should say.

Here, Stan, that little rat weasel
thing's making off,

rather slowly, I might add,
with your caramel wafer.

Cor! That rat gerbil thing's
been slowly stealing stuff

since our fathers lived here
in the 1950s!

- Yeah.
- Yes.

Look here, darling,
I'm sick and tired of working

at the Foreign Office. Do you think
you might possibly have a word

with your father and see if you could
secure me a position at the Treasury?

I'll see what I can do. Now,
listen, that coloured gentleman's

still living next door, you know.
He's very tall.

And fat.

I've simply no idea how
he squeezes himself into

that rather wonderful
little Morris Oxford of his.

Hello, darling.

Now, listen here, you two.

Transpires that fancy blouse from next
door's moved in with a coloured chap,

and he's a tall one.

And fat.

- Yes.
- Now, look here,

that little rat beaver thing there
is making off

in a rather casual manner,
I might add, with my brisket.

I was going to have that for my tea.

Vic, would you go next door to
Julie's and get it for me?

Well, I'm not going. Why don't you go?

Because I'm disgusting.

Well, I'm not going. It's ten o'clock.

She'll have had her first sherry
and she's at her randiest then.

- Beef, would you go?
- I'm not going.

- Why not?
- I've no idea where next door is.

I don't even know who you are.

I'll go if you give us a ticket
for tonight.

Urgh! You get that wig back,
you can have a ticket, Vic.

Right, good.

Well, I'm having some of this first.

You know, it's not a bad idea.

Oh, go easy.

Ooh! Ulrika.

- Good luck!
- Thanks.

Pancakes?

Beef, how the hell did you do that?

You have to believe in yourself, Bob.
Do you believe in yourself?

- Yes, I believe.
- Well, then, you will be fine.

OK.

- What a fool!
- Argh!

Jesus!

Oh, hello, tiny little bear thing.

Long time, no see!

You've been around here for a long while,

since my mother lived here in the '70s.

Cor blimey!

I'll take a couple of those
and a cup of tea!

Oh, I say!
Ain't you a lively one and no mistake?

Why don't you come in for a bit
of how's-your-father?

Me husband's away.

Who? The coloured fella?

- Yeah. Tall, ain't he?
- And fat!

Oh!

Oh!

Oi! Where you going with
my Imperial Leather?

Uh... Whoo!

Julie, I was wondering, can I just

quickly grab that little beaver thing
between your legs?

Abso-bloody-lutely.

Be my guest. Martin, do one.

No, that's not what I meant.

I meant, can I grab
that little, scruffy rat thing?

Call it whatever you like.

No, look, that rat bear thing,
it's run off with Bob's wig.

Where's it gone?
Where's it gone? Where is it?

He needs it for the wig wearer awards.
Where's it gone?

Where's it gone?

Vic, Vic, Vic, calm down. You're acting
like an eight-year-old, OK?

When I was eight,
I was an ice road trucker.

Oh, Vic, let's just get married.

No, thank you very much.

I will have to wear black, though.
I killed my last husband.

Ooh!

Come on, Vic. Come on, Vic. You can do it.

Never mind that.
What the hell is this brew?

Oh, that's Bosh's pump-me-up
energy drink, Beef. Drives you mental,

I wouldn't have any. Luckily I don't
need it, because I'm pretty trim,

especially down below. You can try
it out if you want. Give it a feel.

Oh, yes.

- Oh, that is quite firm.
- Thank you.

I'd be very, very proud of that.

Yes, I am, thanks very much.

Oh, I'm sorry to interrupt
this beautiful moment,

but I didn't know
I was in Brokeback Mountain.

Well, at least now I know
why they call you Beef.

Wey-hey! Ha...

Ha. Ha, ha, ha!

Ha, ha, ha...

Smashing, lovely, gorgeous.

Vic! Hello!

Where's the rat?

There! It's gone there!

You daft bastard!

Oh, I hope Vic gets that wig
for the awards show.

Awards, you say?

I won some awards for some films
I made in Africa.

Oh, yeah? What sort of films were they?

Well, they were action,
action and thrills,

all made under the blistering African sun.

Hey, would I know any of them?

Yes, I think you would. But would you?
I mean, I don't know. Maybe.

I'm not your biographer.
How the hell should I know?

All right, what were they called?

Well, there was Casabonka.

Morocco Cocko,
where I played Colonel Hippobottomus.

Hold on a minute, did you just
say you were in Casablanca

with Humphrey Bogart?

No, I said Casabonka with Humphrey
Blowhard and Lauren Back-scuttle.

- Maple syrup?
- Yes, please!

- Not my minge vase!
- Afraid so!

Argh!

Friends! Friends.

Young Christopher and Benji,

friends for ever until Benji died!

There we are.

Oh, my God! It's horrible!

I know I am, but what are you?

Yeah, that's enough, thanks, Beef.

That's enough, thanks, Beef.

- Beef, that's enough!
- Yeah, I don't know how to stop it.

Help me! Help me!

It lives again, I can see it!

It can only be destroyed with fire.

Friends.

Sea monster!

- Friends!
- Ridge dweller.

Friends.

Prof Lightbulb.

Home!

Don't harm us.

These are not the droids
that you're looking for.

- Oh, come on, let's just get the prat.
- Oh, what fun!

Right.

Let's find out who you really are,
Prof Lightbulb,

or should I say...

...Vic?!

So, Vic was Prof Lightbulb
the whole time?

Yes, and I would have got away with it
if it wasn't for that caretaker.

Oh, Vic, is it really you?

Oh, yes, it's him all right!

Right, I need to find that toupee
and that rat thing.

Everyone into the kitchen... please.

Right, what do we know about
this awful, slow, thieving rat thing?

I need to know its whereabouts,
I need to know its acquaintances,

I even want to know how,
when and why it shits.

Come on. Vic?

Sir, erm, it's got your wig.

Yeah, that's a good one. Julie?

Could it be a tiny camel?

We'll put that on the back burner, Julie.

Vic?

Sir, criminals often return
to the scene of the crime.

Have you checked to see
if it's on your head?

I like the way you're thinkin'!
No, not there.

Sir, have you cordoned off the area?

Yeah, have you combedthe area for clues?

Oh, I see.

All right, Erik? Always a pleasure.
What do you want?

Just came down to get
my curly cheese puffs.

You did get them for me?

No, he got straight ones.

Nobody eats straight ones these days,
do they?

Father, you know your problem?

What?

You're the type of scum
who goes to buy a Curly Wurly

and comes back with a
Straight Wurly.

Wey-hey!

- You're a tough cop, Vic.
- Yeah, thanks.

You're going to crack this case,
aren't you?

- Wide open.
- I've got a good feeling about you.

All right, all right, all right,
all right, all right.

Come on, you've had your fun.

Beef, hit me with something.

When I was in Morocco,

I employed a house boy

that used to catch rats
in his arse cheeks.

Thank you for that, Beef.

Come on, Vic. What do rats
like this actually do with their time?

I'm sorry, sir. I just don't know.
I feel like I've let you down.

I'm just going to go
and have some All-Bran.

No, hang on, I've got to interrupt there.

Shit, no. When I said,
'"Catch rats in his arse cheeks,'"

I meant, '"Crack walnuts.'"

Thank you for clearing that up, Beef.

Bosh, you've been very quiet.

What are you talking about, man?
I haven't shut up for the last half hour.

- You haven't said a word.
- Yeah, I know, you twat.

So, come on? The rat.

That rat has been here nicking stuff

since my dad moved into
this place in the 1970s.

Here, Stan!

There's a new clippie started
working down at the depot.

Cor, what a dolly bird!

I wouldn't mind taking her up
the Balls Pond Road.

I know! I seen her dumplings
in the canteen this mornin'.

Hey, you should set a booby trap for her.

Get out of it, you pilchard!

I'm free!

So, six months banged up
for playing Dutch hopscotch

with a one-eyed sailor from Swansea.

Well, nobody told me the rules!

Ooh!

Is there something wrong with you?

Yes, I've caught a dose of something
foreign from a Turkish pipe-fitter.

Ha-ha! You can't trust them.

'Ere, there's that rat thing again.
It's got hold of your maracas.

Ooh!

But, Bosh, how do we find the rat?

Bosh takes moment to think.

I've got it!

You need to find the rat.

Oh, this is useless. He keeps
going on about some Moroccan boy

that cracks walnuts in his arse cheeks,

she thinks it's a tiny camel,

you've got nowt on your mind
but All-Bran.

It's useless. How are we going to
find this rat?

And I bet... I bet one of you has had
a cack in one of these cupboards.

All of you, all of you.
Come on, what are we going to do?

Sir, sir!

When I was under the influence
of the pump-up juice,

I saw the rat via
the gift of thermal imagery.

What, do you mean
you could see its underpants?

No, I could see it,

but just as a moving portion of hot meat.

Do you know what?
I think Vic's cracked it.

So, do I get the ticket, sir?

Yeah, I get the wig, you get a ticket.

All we need to do...

...is get under the influence
of the pump-me-up juice, yeah?

And then we can use the gift
of thermal imagery to locate the rat.

That's right. Get some of that down you.
Let's go and find a stinking rat.

Yeah!

That silly sod!

Argh! What a nitwit!

Africa.

Oh, Saucy Jack!

The little twerp!

There it is. Get him!

There it is! Get it!

Where is it?

Hold on, stop! My wig! Stop it! Get up!

My wig, it's ruined!

Look at it, it's ruined.

Oh...

Thank you.

Beef?

Well, that's it, then.
No wig awards for me.

I haven't got a toupee. It's ruined.

Oh, it's OK, Bob.

Come on, I can mend it.

Did I tell you I did all of the hair
and make-up for the Vietnam War?

Yes, both sides. I wasn't particular.

'"More rouge, Khmer Rouge? '"
I used to say,

and laughter would echo
through the tunnels.

Shut up, just get out.
Go on. All of you, get out.

Once again, all me dreams are shattered.
Go on, out you go.

- There's another bit.
- I don't want it. Get out.

Go on!

Out!

Right, well...

that's no fancy awards
ceremony for me, then.

I wonder who'll win, now I'm not going.

Rod Stewart, I suppose.

Maybe Zoë Ball.

God, she doesn't half look like
her dad when she takes her wig off.

Still, it's not going to be me.

Bob! Don't do it!

- I think we've got a solution.
- Really?

Mm.

And the nominations are...

Ron Caramel...

... Nick Nolte...

... Andrew Castle...

... Bob Mortimer.

And it gives me great
pleasure to announce that

the Wig Wearer of the Year Award
goes to...

...Mr Bob Mortimer!

God.

♪ Oh, didn't we have a lovely day

♪ The day I lost me toupee?

- ♪ Let's fill our cups
- ♪ With this pump-up stuff

♪ And dance around this Michael Bublé... ♪

Ha! Let's do this! Ho-ho!

Thank you!

Thank you!