Just Desserts Dennis the Menace and 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 fun for all and all for fun

# Nothing's gonna bring us down today

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

Uhh...

Uh, slurp...

-Ahh!

-I say when this lesson ends.

Not the bell!

We're coming!

They're the yummiest, the scrummiest,

the fluffiest, the puffiest

cream pies in the whole wide world.

It's pie to the power of infinity! Phew...

-Once a week, it's pie day.

-Once a month, it's cream pie day.

And once a year, it's cream pie day with extra cream and extra pie.

And today is that day!

Cream pie day with extra cream and extra pie is cancelled.

-What?

-No!

-Why?

These pies are for Mayor Scrimp's

"What A Guy, What A Guy, Let's All Try His Tasty Pie" summer fete.

That's not fair. We were promised these pies.

I've been on my best behaviour all week...almost.

Don't worry,

we've created a delicious and nutritious replacement instead.

Semolina and boiled figs. Excellent for the bowels.

Eurgh!

Unfair, they kidnapped our pies.

Unfair, they've shattered the sacred trust

between schoolchild and dinner lady.

Yeah, and they kidnapped our pies.

Despair not, comrades, we will have our just desserts.

As long as there's a pie unfairly kept against its will,

we will liberate that pie!

Yeah, liberate it, right down my gob.

-But how are we going to get the pies out of the kitchen?

-I know a way.

But it's dangerous. You have to ask yourself, is it worth it?

Just to get your hands on those irresistibly flaky gems,

pumped with succulent, sumptuous cream.

We thrive on danger, Angel Face.

Only a dedicated gang of cream pie freedom fighters

could pull this off.

Ha! Introducing The Pie Liberation Organisation!

-Ooh! Tell us where, we'll do the rest.

-Did you hurt yourself?

-Little bit.

-They're in the larder, back of the kitchen, by the window.

Oops, should I have said that?

Synchronise watches, crockery clear-up 36.5 seconds.

35, 34, 33...

Footprints, dead giveaway.

Ooh, semolina and boiled figs...wow!

Can I just say, what a brilliant dessert.

Yum!

But you haven't touched it.

That's because...I want to savour each mouthwatering morsel.

Go on then, savour away.

Oh...delicious really isn't the word.

Woooaahh!

-Oh!

-Seconds?

-No, thanks.

-I mean...yes, please.

-We've got a bucket-load in the kitchen.

Brenda on the move.

Dah-dah duh-dah-duh! Ha!

Result!

Come in.

Obviously you're a boy of very good taste, Pie-Face.

Tripe and jellied eel stew tomorrow. I'll see you get a good dollop.

Bleurgh... Thank you.

Ah-ha-ha-ha! Pwor!

Dennis, Curly and Pie-Face? Up to their usual antics, you say?

Well, just wait until I bump into them.

Wahe-e-ey! Oh! Ah!

-Dennis, I might have known!

-Meals on wheels, Headmaster?

Would you like me to put the cream pies back in the kitchen,

Headmaster?

-You're always so helpful, Angel-Face.

-Helpful?

-She put us up to it.

-Oh, really, Dennis. Come along now.

It's detention for you.

-Oh, she's clever.

-Cleverer than us.

Maybe, but she doesn't wear a striped jumper.

Computer room, after detention.

-Oh, ow!

-Ooh. Huh?

So, Angel-Face got away with one pie.

Ha! Small time.

We, my friends, are going to get all the pies

and get our own back on Angel-Face at the same time.

Who's with me?

You had me at "all the pies".

This is the pie courier van.

Stan and Bill, bakery security.

Stan makes model aeroplanes. Bill loves a round of golf.

Brenda always gives Stan and Bill a hot mug of tea, cream and 15 sugars.

The van is here at three to take the pies to the fete.

-That is when we strike.

-We'll need Brenda's security pass.

-That's where you come in, Pie-Face.

-Oh, good.

Tripe and jellied eel stew. A preview tasting, as requested.

One last mouthful. Now open wide.

Heh-heh.

What's that? Something big going down?

The pie van? Who is this?

-Huh!

-Hello? Hello?

Heh, let's go to work.

Pie van reversing. Pie van reversing.

Security cleared.

Pies in transit. Pies in transit.

-We'll never get away with it.

-That's exactly the plan, Curly.

Security breached!

Thanks, Den, I knew The Pie Liberation Organisation

would come through for me.

Bye-bye.

-You three!

-We know - detention.

Ha-ha! Phase one, thumbs up.

Now for phase two.

Mm, they're so delicious.

Nom. Ahh.

So that's where you're hiding the pies.

You'll never get into Daddy's office.

That's what you think.

OK, team, do thy worst.

Ha-ha-ha!

Oh-ha-ha...woo!

FIRE ALARM RINGS

Oh, Dennis, this is the mother of all detentions.

Off to your classroom.

Can't do detention in the classroom, it's been stink bombed.

-Oh. The canteen?

-Covered in foam, sir.

-The computer room?

Flooded.

-Oh, no. Then where, then?

-How about your office, sir?

-Capital idea.

-No!

-No?

-No, not the office. They just want to go in there for the...

-For the what, Angel-Face?

-For the...

Oh, can't you just let them off detention for once?

Oh, no, Angel-Face, we've been very naughty

and it's time for our just desserts.

Get ready! Ha, you can't out menace a menace.

-How long are we in detention for, Dennis?

-Oh, ages, Curly. Ages.

-Ha-ha-ha!

-Ha-ha-ha!

-Ha-ha-ha!

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