Tank You Very Much Dennis the Menace and Gnasher

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Ready, Gnasher? Let's go!

# Playing by the rules

# Is highly overrated

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-Unstoppable, unstoppable, yeah!

# They can't hold us back

# We'll make the most of every second

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-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. #

BIRDS SQUAWK

HE WHISTLES

Gnash-gnash!

Dennis!

Oh, Gran wants to know if you are taking her pet pig to school.

Of course I am.

ENGINE RUMBLES

-Ah, I see you've got yourself a new tank, Colonel.

-Shush!

Top-secret hardware.

I call him Monty. Very hush-hush.

-Right, erm, can I get a lift to school?

-Are you a brigadier general?

-No.

-Got any medals for tank-driving?

-No.

-How old are you?

-10.

-Well, in that case...

absolutely not.

And this medal was for the most creative breakfast rations.

Boot leather and fried eggs, lovely.

It was a raging success.

Bravo, Colonel. Inspirational.

I doubt your show-and-tell guest will be as invigorating as mine.

Walter, prepare to be invigorated.

HE WHISTLES

Harley's here to show us...

how to make lessons really fun.

THEY SCREAM

I've got him, nobody panic!

All right! That is the best show...

And smell ever!

Get this pig out of here now!

Agh!

I think he likes you, miss.

Dennis! Detention all afternoon!

Shocking lack of discipline amongst the infantry, Mrs Creecher.

I think Dennis might benefit from a bit of army discipline, Colonel.

Would you take his detention this afternoon?

Emergency mission accepted, Mrs C.

Boot-camp drills for Dennis.

-Today at 1500 hours. Ten hut!

-Yikes! I'd rather eat boot leather!

No, Curly, this could be the best detention ever.

-Will I get to ride in the new tank, Colonel?

-Absolutely...

not.

Private Dennis!

-That stopped the trumpet torture.

-For excellence in bugling.

Attention new recruits!

This is boot camp, note the list of banned items.

Contraband.

Men, here is today's top-secret hush-hush itinerary.

Erm, any of these involve riding in the tank?

Absolutely not.

First order of the day - platoon drilling.

Company, fall in!

I thought a drill was a march.

What a ridiculous idea!

This platoon drills for turnips.

-For what?

-BOING!

Ah, turnip! Pull!

Gnash! Gn-gn-gn-gn-gn-gnash...!

-Gnash-gnash!

-Superb tactical engineering, Private Gnasher!

Deserves a medal.

Raw turnip.

Mmmm, delicious.

Pssst, Dennis!

Oh, am I glad to see you! Well, almost see you.

Fraternising with the foliage is forbidden!

Now, Corporal Tinkle will be training you in elf-defence

whilst I scout for supplies.

Supplies?

What's he up to now?

I heard him tell the gnome - he's out of milk.

Talking to a garden gnome?

That's just weird...

isn't it, Paul?

-Left, right, left, right, ha!

-Finally!

Time to get a closer look at that tank.

-Grrrr!

-Gnash-gnash!

-Meow!

-Gnash-gnash-gnash!

Whoa!

-Oh, no!

-'Claudius! Bath time!'

OK, where's my cat?

THEY SCREAM

Is that my...?

Get out of the way!

Gnasher!

-Gnash.

-Meow!

Sergeant, there is a tank in my lake.

SERGEANT MUMBLES ON PHONE

Yes, Dennis is here.

Dennis the Menace, you have played one too many pranks.

Parky Bowles and I have had it up to here.

This wasn't technically a prank, was it, Curly?

Uh-uh, more of an unplanned bonus surprise.

Park regulations state no tanks allowed in the lake.

This tank is now property of Beanotown Park.

But it's the Colonel's!

So why was Gnasher driving a tank, eh, Dennis?

We know all your little tricks.

Parky Bowles and I are putting our respective foot -

I mean - feet down.

-No more Mr Nice Guys.

-Uh-uh, no more.

Unauthorised tank in lake

to be immediately confiscated by order of...

BOTH: US!

-But what will I tell the Colonel?

-Latest enemy intel?

Monty will be taken from crime scene - the park -

at 0800 hours, to be held at disposal location - the junkyard.

The aforementioned vehicle is to be reduced - melted down -

into non-combative components.

Sardine cans.

By order of Sergeant Slipper and Parky Bowles, the enemy.

GNASHER GROWLS

Hmmmm... Oh, well. Accidents happen.

Oh, phew! He took that well.

'Ohhhh, Monty!'

Oh. Menaces, we have to undo a terrible injustice

and help the Colonel in his hour of need.

Plus, if we free the tank, he'll have to let us ride in it.

Exactly, Curly, well put.

Menaces, it's time to unleash Operation Tank You Very Much.

-Ammunition?

-Mushy peas and cold custard supplies packed and stacked.

-Artillery?

-Polished, primed and ready to pie, sir.

-Secret weapon on stand-by?

-Gnash-gnash!

'No!'

Montague!

Operation Tank You Very Much needs you, Colonel.

Huh?

Me? Its success depends on a first-class tank commander, sir.

-It... It does?

-And if we succeed...

-we all get to ride in the tank?

-Well, I...

Agreed! OK, Menaces, let's go and get us a tank.

This time we won't be menaced.

This time, we stand united against pranking, mischief and mayhem.

Gnomes ready to charge.

Erm, let's keep them in a support role, Colonel.

What do you say we start with the artillery?

Oh, very well.

Release!

-Agh!

-Eurgh!

The enemy is splattered. Charge!

Gnash-gnash-gnash-gnash!

Time to unleash our secret weapon.

HE WHISTLES

Argh! Argh! Get away from me!

Right. Argh!

Press the red button, Dennis!

Arghhhh!

Oh, no!

-HE CLEARS THROAT

-"Please don't fire any more cold peas or cold custard.

"Thank you very much, Parky Bowles."

Oh, erm, "Tank to be released immediately,

"by order of Sergeant Slipper."

CHEERING

Colonel, it's time to take Monty back to base.

Dennis, this medal is for completing boot camp with flying colours.

Well deserved.

Brigadier general?!

-That can only mean one thing, Colonel.

-Absolutely!

Who wants to go for a ride?

What's this green button for?

Press it and find out.

CHEERING