Smelling of Roses Dennis & Gnasher

-Ready, Gnasher?

-Gnash, gnash.

-Let's go!

# Playing by the rules

# Is highly overrated

# Unstoppable unstoppable yeah

# They can't hold us back

# We'll make the most of every second

# Unstoppable unstoppable yeah

# After all is said and done

# Shout one for all and all for fun

# Nothing's gonna bring us down today, yeah

# Open up your eyes and the world outside is waiting. #

BANGING AND HAMMERING

OK, Gnasher, almost ready for the big launch.

These are the voyages of the Starship Denterprise.

Its mission - to seek out strange new softies and menace them.

To boldly go where no mutt has gone before.

There's only enough power in the elastic

to send one small Abyssinian tripe hound into orbit.

GNASHER WHIMPERS

Good luck, Gnasher, old chum. Happy landings!

Awesome!

'So every one of us must pull together in an effort to recycle,

'and find new ways to create alternative sources of energy.

'Let us make Beanotown, Greenotown.'

The mayor is absolutely right.

Yes. We all need to do our bit to save the planet.

'I shall be moving amongst you,

'looking for the most eco-friendly, energy-saving citizen in Beanotown.'

Uh-oh!

What's happened to the TV?

-It's simply super, Walter.

-Entertaining and energy-efficient.

-This'll make everybody take notice.

-GNASHER SCREAMS

THEY SCREAM

You maniac! Look what you've done.

Keep your hair on, Walter. I was just testing out my new rocket.

That's not a rocket. It's a...a...rotten refuse receptacle!

You've completely wrecked my beautiful

wind-powered water feature.

Wind-powered, did you say? Hmm.

Wind power could be the very thing I need

to launch my Denterprise mark II.

Well, if you're sure you want to give Bea her lunch,

that's very helpful of you, Dennis.

Forget Mum's homemade parsnip puree.

What you need, Bea, is baked beans.

BEA GIGGLES

Beans, beans are good for the heart and help to make my rocket start.

Eat up, Bea.

BEA FARTS

I don't get it, Den. What's the plan?

It's very simple, Curly -

I'm experimenting with new sources of energy.

Have you heard of wind power?

-Fascinating. I shall have to keep an eye on this young man.

-OK.

Let's get this rocket off the ground.

Was that the mayor I saw?

I'm very keen to show him my wind-powered water feature.

I had to rebuild it - all thanks to you, Dennis.

Walter, look! Your foot.

Aha! You noticed my new homemade eco-trainers.

That's blown that idea.

Where am I going to find another source of energy for my rocket?

HE PANTS

Ah, yes!

Not only am I getting fit, I'm... I'm...

I'm providing all the energy for every electrical device in the house.

Pedal power! Nice one, Dad.

GNASHER GROWLS

Cheer up, Gnasher. After I launch Denterprise II,

you'll be heading for the stars.

GNASHER BARKS

This is the way forward, Gnasher - pedal power.

Pedal power?

This boy is a shining beacon of energy-efficient excellence.

GNASHER WHIMPERS

VOICE GARBLES FROM RADIO

You'll have to cycle faster, dear.

What?!

Aah!

DAD SCREAMS

Pedal power?! I spoke too soon.

Gnasher, looks like we'll have to put your first space flight

on the back burner.

GNASHER SIGHS

WALTER LAUGHS

Wait till the mayor sees this lot. He'll be over the moon.

Unlike you, Gnasher.

Oh, yes. This compost is going to make me a household name. Ha ha.

HE SNIFFS

What a whiff!

Remove your nose immediately, Dennis.

I do not wish to contaminate my precious cargo.

A barrow-load of cabbage leaves and rotting apple cores?!

Not for very much longer.

All this biodegradable material is soon to be fermented,

and recycled into bio-fuel

to power my new eco-friendly combined cuckoo clock

and cocoa-maker.

Bio-fuel what? You mean you can make fuel from stinky old fruit and veg?

Indubitably. Any FUEL knows that. Ha ha ha.

Excellent! Just what I need

for the next phase of my menacing mission to Mars.

Thank you. I'll take that.

Thanks.

Lovely!

-Nice one!

-What the...?

It's that boy again. Incredible. He never stops.

Now what's that nitwit up to?

OK, Gnasher,

time to change bruised beetroot and battered broccoli

into bio-fuel.

With all this power, we'll be able to launch the whole shed into space.

Keep shovelling, Gnasher. We need more energy.

Our Dennis?! Are you sure?

Absolutely positive.

I've been following his activities very closely.

What a splendid eco-friendly example

to all the young folk of Beanotown.

It's not possible. Is it?

I have decided to award your son the town's highest honour -

the Legion de Compost, for all his services to recycling

and energy conservation.

Dennis? A medal?! I must be dreaming.

So, where is the hero of the hour?

I think he's out the back, in the shed.

Helmets on.

This is going to be awesome. Prepare for ignition and blast off.

KNOCK AT THE DOOR

Oh, what? Who's that?

-Congratulations, young man.

-What?!

As mayor of Beanotown, I would like to thank you for all your hard work

and devotion to the cause of recycling and energy conservation.

Oh, hooray!

But, Mr Mayor, I protest.

What about my wind-powered water feature? And...

Shush, Walter.

Great, thanks, got to go!

HE LAUGHS

Anxious to get back to your work, eh?

But first, the presentation.

No. But, I need to... Oh!

GNASHER WHIMPERS

And so it gives me great pleasure to award you, Dennis,

this special medal,

which, naturally, has been recycled from old milk bottle tops

and tin foil toffee wrappers.

-Well done, Dennis.

-Good lad.

Thanks. Great. Goodb...

He's so modest, isn't he? We must have a photograph now.

ALL: Aah!

And you're not to stop working

until you've cleaned up every inch of the town.

Great(!)

Instead of sweeping across the universe,

-I'm stuck here sweeping up the street.

-Dennis!

Since you're so fond of recycling,

I'm recycling your pocket money for the next five years

to pay for all the damage you've caused.

Ohhh! Well, at least it can't get any worse.

Oh, dear, Dennis.

Talk about coming down to earth with a bump.

HE LAUGHS

HOWLING

Aah!

No, Walter. THAT'S what I call coming down to earth with a bump.

Welcome home, boy.

You're the world's first GNASHTRONAUT.

THEY LAUGH

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