Dinmakers Go Ape 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. #

Guitar solo!

Ha-ha!

Bass solo!

BASS AMP BOOMS

Drum solo!

Gnash, gnash, gnash!

Gnash, gnash, gnash!

THEY ALL CHEER

Awesome, Gnasher! Totally...

Ah.

Chin up, Gnasher, we'll buy you a new drum kit.

This is exactly what the Dinmakers emergency fund is for.

-What's in the kitty, Curly?

-Er, two fruit gums and a potato.

Huh? Paul! That's where you've been!

Awww, I love ya.

Just tell us what we can afford.

Drum solo!

Gnash, gnash, gnash, gnash!

That's all we can afford? What are we going to do?

What's that, Paul?

Why don't we enter tonight's Beanotown battle of the bands

competition and win a brand-new drum kit for Gnasher?

See post room window for details.

What are you on about, Pie-Face? There's no poster in the... Huh!

The Beanotown battle of the bands competition! Brilliant!

Well done, Paul.

# Never ending, on and on

# And on and on

# Never ending, on and on

# And on and on ... #

Oh, no.

Hey, Mr Mayor. This where we sign up for battle of the bands?

Ha-ha-ha, Dennis! Yes, thank goodness. Ha-ha-ha.

And there it is boys, first prize.

ROCK MUSIC PLAYS

-So, who are we up against then, Mr Mayor?

-Um, so far just Walter.

# On and on and on and on... #

Ha-ha, boys. Something tells me this one is in the bag.

Just fill in the entry form.

Not so fast, Mr Mayor.

Must I really remind you of page 12, paragraph six,

clause 28 of the competition rules?

Ha-ha, no of course not. Actually, yes. I have no idea what it is.

All competing acts must include at least one adult.

A rule which clearly renders the Dinmakers ineligible for this

-competition.

-Hang on, you don't have an adult.

-Sorry I'm late, Walter.

Me didgeridoo was out of tune.

So, Dennis,

unless you can recruit a grown-up to join your pathetic excuse for a band

by tonight, I suggest you tootle off home and play with your catapult.

Two, three, four...

-What we going to do, Dennis?

-Chill, Pie-Face.

All we've got to do is find ourselves a grown-up Dinmaker

and I know just the person.

So, we thought you could be the lead singer! What do you think, Gran?

Singer in a band, eh? And I thought supply zoo keeper was a cool job.

MONKEYS CHATTER

Ready, boys? Two, three, four!

# Well I'm an old-school menace

# Ain't nothing that I can't do-oo-oo-ah

# Yeah, I'm an old-school menace

# And I'm ready to rock for you-oo-oo

# Woooooo! #

Hey! This lot love us!

Whoa!

Honestly, I'm fine. I can still sing, it's just a scratch.

No, you need to rest up, Gran. Menace's orders. Home, now!

Oh, I'm so sorry, Dennis. I'm sure you'll find someone else.

Yeah, but who? We're the Dinmakers.

We need somebody wild, someone who's a real animal.

Where are we going to find someone like that? Ah, homeward, lads.

No, I thought you locked it. Well do it now! Before any of them escape.

-We must know SOME grown-up who could be our lead singer.

-The Colonel?

-Too barmy.

-Mrs Creecher?

-Too scary.

-Charles Dickens?

-Too, erm, dead.

More biscuits, lads? Take a break, eh?

Not easy finding yourself a lead singer. And I should know.

Back when I was LEAD SINGER, with Snot Bazooka,

all the other punk bands, they would be begging me to be their

LEAD SINGER.

Huh! Of course! It's been staring us in the face all along.

Mum!

She'd be brilliant!

Oh, dream on, Dennis. Dad, I need you in the kitchen.

And get changed at once, you look like and idiot.

Hmmm.

Ugh? Eh? Where'd all the biscuits go?

-Oh, the gorilla ate them.

-Oh, right.

Eh?

THEY ALL SCREAM

We'd better call the zoo, Dennis.

-They'll come and collect him.

-Or, we don't.

On account of genius wearing a striped jumper.

Stop! Stop! No more practising. There are no other entrants.

I'm cancelling the competition. Just please stop!

So what you're really saying is that as per rule 68, paragraph 12,

clause eight, we win by default, yes?

Yes, fine! All right, whatever.

Just take the drums and go.

Golly, we won something! Mother will be so proud.

Paws off, boys.

This show ain't over. Meet the newest member of the Dinmakers.

-Hello!

-He's big, he's bad and he's totally a grown-up.

MONKEY JABBERS

Just as I suspected.

Bite radius, saliva samples, trajectory of peeling motion.

There can be no doubt.

Whatever ate this banana was not a grown-up, human man.

GASPS FROM AUDIENCE

# Never ending... #

The end.

We are Walter and the Wailers, thank you, Beanotown and good night.

This is going to be one epic walkover. OK, boys, dog, gorilla,

potato - let's go rock the house!

ROCK MUSIC PLAYS

CROWD CHEERS

MONKEYS STIR

How many times, Bill? You're the one meant to lock it, not me. I'm... Agh!

Let's go to work.

Harry, no!

Ladies and gentlemen, it is my sad duty to bring

to your attention a most cruel and shocking deception.

This man is not a man.

Since the Dinmakers have no adult human in their ranks,

I demand they be immediately disqualified. You see, boys?

Everything exactly as planned, exactly.

DOOR BURSTS OPEN

Aghhh!

EVERYONE SCREAMS

MONKEYS RUN WILD

OK, this is not good. Play!

If we can get them gorillas dancing again we can stop this.

ROCK MUSIC PLAYS

It's not working, Dennis!

Dad!

# I may be nearly 40 but I've got no choice

# Gonna sing bad rhymes in a shouty voice

# Cos I'm mad, I'm bad and I'm Dad

# Yeah, bite that I'm mad, I'm bad

# And might I add that I'm Dad

Beanotown battle of the bands first prize.

Dennis and the Dinmakers, featuring Dad.

That's my boy.

Drum solo!

Gnash, gnash, gnash, gnash, gnash!

Hmm, maybe it's his technique?

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