Special Delivery Dennis the Menace and Gnasher

Ready, Gnasher? 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

# Open up your eyes The world outside is waiting. #

POSTMAN SHRIEKS

Gnash, gnash! Gnash, gnash!

POSTMAN SHRIEKS

GNASHER BARKS

Now, that is not the pace of a postman preparing to post.

Ahem, I must draw your attention to postal delivery service

article 49B, subsection 12 which expressly states...

THUD

Gnash!

POSTMAN SCREAMS

This is all that's left of my year's subscription to Magnet Monthly!

What's Magnet Monthly?

The only periodical exclusively about the hows

-and whys of magnetism, obviously! It's fascinating!

-Right.

There's even

less of Efficient Pockets Weekly, Fractions Quarterly, Ant Admirer

and Collectable Placemats as well.

Walter, I...

I'm horrified.

You shouldn't be inside reading boring magazines,

you should be getting out and doing fun stuff.

Gnasher's doing you a favour.

-A favour?!

-Mm-hm, yeah. He's got you out of the house.

You're getting fresh air, exercise and Gnasher's getting exercise too.

-And now his collection is just one sample short.

-Oh, what collection?

WALTER GASPS

Within 24 hours, the world

record for the largest collection of samples from Post Office-issue

underpants, held since 1908 by an unusually fast

and snappy dachshund, will be claimed by one Gnasher Menace!

Gnasher!

Hmmm, well,

as you've clearly no intention of curbing your pooch's postal

impropriety, I'll have to take postal matters into my own hands.

Eh? You're going to be a postman?

Gnash, gnash?

Ooh!

No, of course, not.

Sorry, Gnasher.

Walter's doesn't count but come tomorrow's post,

you'll be the new title-holder.

We'll see about that.

Ah! Don't want to miss the big moment, eh, Walter?

Oh, absolutely not.

Today's the debut of the future of post delivery.

-Say hello to the Post-a-Tron!

-Eh?

A robot?!

-That's the new postman?!

-Gnash?

-It's a prototype.

All the traits of a human postal worker combined with robot

-efficiency.

-Gnash!

I first read about it in Stamps And Envelopes News.

I told the post office I knew just the place to test it out.

Splendid. Porridge Enthusiast.

I've been looking forward to you, my friend.

DOORBELL RINGS

Post? We've not had post for months.

ROBOTIC WHIRRING APPROACHES

MAN GASPS

Gnash.

-Poor Gnasher.

-He's devastated.

How can he bag the record for postal underpants samples

-when our robot postman doesn't wear pants?!

-Could we put pants on it?

-It doesn't have legs.

-Could we put legs on it?

Ah...well... No!

We've got to get rid of the robot postman.

We've got to get a real postman back so Gnasher can claim that record.

And this is how we're going to do it.

-Oh!

-Oh!

Me and Gnasher will drive it and when Gnasher

barks into the microphone inside, it'll sound like 100 dogs.

At the sound of 100 Gnashers, any postman would leg it.

And as the Post-a-Tron is programmed to behave just like a postman...

-You've built a robot dog?!

-Obviously.

It's the only way to scare off a robot postman.

We don't want you scaring off the robot postman. I like getting post!

Here's a postcard from Gran.

She's stranded in the Congo and needs us

to send cash...six months ago!

Oh, that's why we haven't heard from her.

And the Post-a-Tron has also finally delivered all your school reports.

You're grounded. You can help us sort through all this post.

-Here's a power bill. Final demand.

-Huh?

Right, you're doubly grounded - you and Gnasher, but first,

find some candles.

But...?! But what about Gnasher's record?!

-Good luck, Pie-Face.

-Thanks, Dennis.

DENNIS' DAD: 'Dennis, inside, now!

-'You're grounded. And sorting post.'

-Aw! You're our eyes, Curly.

Keep us updated.

WALTER HUMS

Hello. Is that the dog catcher?

I need you to bring your largest net.

Pie-Face, now!

PIE-FACE BARKS

Oh!

PIE-FACE BARKS

Ah! Fabbo!

Beanotown Miniaturist.

-PIE-FACE:

-'Oh, that tickles.'

A-ha! You're coming with me.

Er...Dennis, we have a problem.

I have to go rescue Pie-Face! He's been taken by the dog-catcher.

Why does that sentence not surprise me?

Dennis, you're not going anywhere

until you finish sorting all that post.

Ha, finished!

What sort of sorting is that?

It's all been sorted into a needs-to-be-sorted pile. See ya!

Gnash!

-Wait! Wait!

-Gnash, gnash, gnash, gnash!

A-ha! Another wild dog!

-Gnash?

-Hey! Aren't you our old postman?

Your new dog-catcher now.

I'm chasing dogs! Sweet revenge!

Still, you must be miffed a robot's doing your old job.

That's the point - it's doing the job.

Unlike me, it's fulfilling the postman's motto -

"Through rain or hail or snow, the post must get through."

So, if the robot postman can't get through,

-they'll have to re-employ a proper postman. With pants!

-Gnash, gnash?

-PIE-FACE IN MUFFLED VOICE:

-'Hello?

'Could I get out, please? Anyone?'

-Ready, menaces?

-ALL: Ready.

-Gnash!

Hail!

ROBOTIC WHIRRING

Rain!

Snow!

Ramp!

Roller skates!

Manhole!

Or should that be robothole?

ALL CHEER

Yes! Now to call the post office.

Let them know the post isn't getting through...

RUMBLING

All right, Organised Desk Periodical.

ALL: Huh? RUMBLING

All this because Walter missed out on Magnet Monthly?

-There's a magazine called Magnet Monthly?

-I know!

Free magnet with every issue... Oh, wait a minute!

HE CLEARS THROAT

Is that Magnet Monthly?

Not one issue of my subscription has arrived all year

so can you send them again?

All at once? Brilliant! My name?

It's Walter.

I suppose you menaces hope once again to disrupt

-the march of technology?

-No, you win, Walter.

-We've tried and we can't stop the Post-a-Tron.

-Ha!

I knew you wouldn't be able to get the better of its superior

robot brain.

And Gnasher felt so bad about ruining your magazines

so we're making up for it - a whole year's worth of Magnet Monthly,

complete with free magnets, is arriving today.

You don't expect me to believe that, do you?

It's true!

I give you a postal marvel with news of the marvel of magnetism, in bulk!

Huh?

ROBOTIC WHIRRING

WHIRRING INCREASES

You're right, Walter, magnetism is marvellous!

THEY LAUGH

-Ah! I see you got your old job back.

-Yes.

Apparently, the Post-a-Tron had a few glitches to iron out?

Well, something like that.

Still, at least Gnasher's not around today

so I can deliver the mail in peace.

-He's behind me, isn't he?

-Yeah.

Gnash!

HE SCREAMS

FIREWORKS AND CHEERING

Hello, woofing dog.

Congratulations! A new record!

Do you have any idea

what this will do for Beanotown?

-No.

-Neither do I.

So, what's next for our champion, then?

Gnash, gnash, gnash.

Apparently, he has his eye on the record

for samples from mayors' underpants.

-Oh, what?

-Gnash!

-Ow!

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