- DID YOU SEND IT?
- NO, I SENT YOU A CHOCOLATE ORANGE,

COULD YOU GIVE THIS TO ALAN.
IT'S FUNGAL FOOT POWDER.

"AND I THINK LOTS OF BOYS ON AN ISLAND
KILLING A FAT BOY"

(RETCHES)

- DO YOU WANT A LITTLE TEDDY BEAR?
- DO YOU THINK WE COULD SEE YOU?

DAN!

I'VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT YOUR IMPENDING
HOMELESSNESS AND I'VE COME TO A DECISION.

ACTUALLY, I CAME DOWN THIS MORNING
AND I COULDN'T OPEN MY DOOR.

COME ON, CHRIS.
YOU'VE SEEN DOZENS OF CONTRACTS LIKE THAT.

I HATE ARCHERS, "THE ARCHERS" AND JEFFREY ARCHER.
YOU'RE ALL DECEITFUL COWARDS.

SO ALL THIS IS OUT OF BOUNDS FOR THE WEEKEND.

- HI!
- OH, ALAN!

- LYNN, MAKE FOR THE BANQUETTE.
- THANK YOU.

IT'S LIKE BEING INSIDE AN ENORMOUS FOX'S
GLACIER MINT. WHICH, AGAIN, TO ME IS A BONUS.

IT WAS AGONY.

- YOU CAN'T.
- YOU'VE DONE IT AGAIN!

TWO MILLION, AND ANOTHER TWO MILLION
HAD TO LEAVE THE COUNTY.

IMAGINE A TONGUE
STICKING OUT OF A SESAME-SEED COB!