Something has been worrying me for quite some time now.
Whenever I'm in a rush or need to get somewhere really quickly, an elderly person always gets in the way.
And I was just thinking the other day, do you ever think this whole thing's totally organised?
Agent Beryl's in position.
She knows her assignment.
She's deliberately ignoring the green arrow on the boulevard intersection.
Oh, in quick hour. Good.
They're tooting already.
Very good.
Uh-oh. Boss?
Talk to me.
Fast lane on the Southern Freeway. It's completely clear and...
Nice and clear lane.
Get on to June and Phyllis.
June and Phyllis, Southern Freeway. Slow down right later.
Oh, no, no, no.
We just had this report confirmed.
A young fella forgot to buy meat for an important dinner party tonight, and he's just about to rush off to the butcher's.
Call the code slow.
Code slow. Code slow.
Butcher shop, Ben Huckby Road 109.
Could I ever just... Could I have some...
I think I'd like a leg of lamb.
Or some sausages.
What, Huckby, would you like a leg?
Oh, I don't know.
That's been one of our best. Lose code slow.
Lose code slow.
Right, what's next?
The inquiries counter at the motor registration branch.
Oh, we want someone down there who can slow things up a bit. Someone who acts like they don't understand English.
Think you can handle that?
Of course, sir.
Perfect. Get him down there right away.
These queens, huh?
Oh, look, there's a man on the 547 for Hurstbridge. He's had a very hard day at work.
The last thing he needs right now is someone to be crackling onto him about their grandchildren.
You have two grandchildren, Ben and Sarah.
They're the light of your life. You love talking about them.
Also recently, you've had two operations.
You don't trust doctors. Now, drum that into him.
Give all the usual silly reasons and then you can fall asleep on his shoulder.
Oh, we should have left earlier. I told you we'd be running late now. Oh, great. Come on.
Come on. Come on.
Mission accomplished.
Now going to crossing in sector seven.
To all the papers complaining about school children not getting up their seats on trains.
The general moral decay.
What about bad language on telly?
Oh, oh, I forgot.
You forgot my bad language? Shit.
How's it going over here?
Bingo! The announcement has just said bottom.
Hello. Hello. Tell nine. Yes, I'd like to complain.
I've got it. Yep. It's a party.
Music. Confirmed.
I think the people at 2 Ag Gore Street are having a good time.
Not anymore. They're not.
Hello, police. I want to complain about the loud music at 2 Ag Gore Street.
It seems to follow up as quite a reasonable subject.
It certainly makes sense. It's going to increase productivity.
It's been proven overseas and maybe it's the way to bring people together on it.
I couldn't agree more. And so do all the calls we've had today.
Who's on the case?
Leonie hasn't been able to get through.
Damn it.
Our next caller is Leonie.
Hello. Yes, Neil. I want to talk about the flag.
Hooray!
Well done, everyone.
Oh, I nearly forgot. Late night shopping.
We'll need some extra motorised trolleys out there to clot up the footpaths.
Trolley Central, we'll need three more trolleys tonight, thank you.
O-Bar.
Hey, boss, you wanted me to remind you.
Cool holiday start tomorrow.
Ah, right. Then we need all major arterial routes in and out of the city blocked.
I want them cut off.
I want traffic backed up for miles.
It's time to call out the Toyota crowd.
And this time I want caroans on the back of them.