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{I{7 Spanner Films MCMXCIV
presents....
{C{9 Bob `The Bob' Testicles'
Drastic re-interpretation of
{A{5 Walt Disney's classic story:
{L{: M A R Y P O O - P I N S
{D{8 Cert PG (Pongo-graphic)
{E{6 London,1908. The Twyford family are
urgently seeking a nanny to look after
the two children: Wendy and Peter, as
Mr. Twyford has to go away to compete
in the Monty Python Upper Class Twit
race and their mother, Euthanasia, has
sodded off in her Ford Model `T' XR3i
to the French Alps on a skiing
holiday. Mr. Twyford had put an
advert for a nanny in the local
newspaper but the only applicants so
far have been either miserable old
dragons or drug dealers (or both).
Meanwhile, Mary Poopins has been
equally unsuccessful in her hunt for a
job. This is possibly due to her
unfortunate, embarrassing and
incurable anal condition which causes
her to empty her bowels at the drop of
a hat. Unthwarted by her troublesome
colon; Mary decides to apply for the
nanny's job at the Twyfords.
{ta{I{5 Scene 1 : At The Interview.
{E{6Mr. Twyford : Well, Miss Poopins,
I've read your CV and you appear to be
qualified. It's just your medical
condition that I'm concerned about.
Have you no control over when and
where you defaecate?
Mary : I've got no control over my
bowels at all, Mr Twyford. My
condition has baffled doctors all over
the world. But, if you think that I'm
unsuitable for the position of nanny;
I'll quite understand.
Mr. Twyford : On the contrary, Miss
Poopins. I need a good nanny straight
away and you seem to fit the bill.
Anyway, your sudden pooing will bring
some excitement into the children's
lives.
Peter : Yes, Mary, We can't wait to
see your turdy plop plops.
Wendy : Please be our nanny, Mary.
Mary : Well, It's up to your father
now, children.
Mr. Twyford : I think you've got the
job, Miss Poopins. I'm off to compete
in my race now. Cheerio, everybody.
Mary : Cheerio, Mr. Twyford.
Wendy+Peter : Cheerio, Daddy.
Mary : I'm so pleased that I
could.....BARP!
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{A{7Large quantities of defaecation flow
out of Mary's bottom (like a river to
the sea in that U2 song).
{E{6Mary : Ooops!, My bottom!
Wendy : Pooh!, Mary. Your number
twos have filled up the house.
Peter : Who's going to clean this up
now?
Mary : Never mind that: I've got an
idea. We can go to my holiday home in
Cannock for a week.
Peter : That's a spiffing idea, Mary,
but where's Cannock?
Mary : It's Stafford and down a bit.
Wendy : Brillo, Mary. Let's go right
now.
Mary : OK then. Just let me get my
brolly.
{A{7 End of Scene.
{I{5 Scene 2 : On the Road to Cannock.
{E{6Wendy : Mary, How much further is it?
Mary : Not very far now. Go to sleep
and by the time that you awaken; we'll
be there. Oh no!, PARP! RUMBLE!
{A{7A gargantuan quantity of raw shite
flies out of Mary's arsehole at a fair
old rate of knots.
{ta{E{6Peter : Oh no, you've blocked the
road!.
Wendy : Yes, and your giant jobbies
have also filled up six ten acre
fields.
Mary : Well, we'd better vacate
quickly and get on our way to Cannock.
{A{7Fifteen minutes later, a local farmer,
Farmer Brown (joke intended - so
laugh!) calls the police to inspect
the damage done by Mary's titanic
twos.
{E{6Farmer Brown: Well, Sergeant, It
appears that a passing tourist has
filled six of my fields with piles of
poopoo that are twenty feet high. Do
you have any idea who it was?
Sergeant : Yes. I think that it's
Mary Poopins. She suffers from a rare
bowel complaint that causes her to
uncontrollably defaecate at regular
intervals.
Farmer Brown: It looks like her
condition has worsened, Sergeant.
Sergeant : Yes, I will have to find
her before she does any more damage.
{A{7 End of Scene.
{I{5 Scene 3 : Shopping in Cannock.
{E{6Wendy : What shop are we going to go
in first, Mary?
{ta{E{6Mary : How about this toy shop?
Peter : Great, Mary. But try not to
drop your load in this one.
{A{7 They enter the toy shop. The
manager spots Mary and is instantly
smitten.
{E{6Manager : Good Afternoon, Madam. Is
there anything that I can interest you
and your lovely children in?
Mary : Oh God! PARP! RUMBLE!
Peter : How about a two hundred foot
square toilet? (RUMBLE!)
Manager : I'm afraid we don't sell
those, young man.
{A{7 At that mmoment, Mary's bomb bay
doors open and she drops her guts with
the grace and verve of a ballet
dancer.
{E{6Manager : Well, Miss?
Mary : Mary.
Manager : Well, Mary. It appears
that you have filled my shop with your
giant stools. Yet, despite your
raucaus rectal rumblings; I am still
very attracted to you. Will you have
dinner with me, Mary?
Mary : I don't even know your name.
Manager : My name is Bert Ollocks.
Mary : OK Bert. Tonight at 9:00pm.
{ta{A{7 End of Scene.
{I{5 Scene 4 : The Dinner Date.
{E{6Wendy : Come on, Mary. It's 8:30.
You'll be late.
Mary : OK, you two: Off to bed.
Peter : Good Luck, Mary. Remember to
clench your buttocks.
Mary : Good Night, Children.
{A{7 Mary meets Bert at an expensive
French restuarant in the centre of
town (in Cannock?!). Bert orders soup
of the day, Duck L'Orange and Ice
Cream for dessert; while Mary orders a
stomach churning concoction of
digestion upsetting edibles all washed
down with a few bottles of Newky
Brown.
{E{6Bert : Well, Mary. How long have you
suffered from this unusual condition?
Mary : Since birth.
Bert : I bet trouble is never far
away!
Mary : Yes, there is plenty of scope
for jolly japes and botty pranks.
Bert : Do you think it could be
something to do with your diet?
Mary : I don't think so, Bert. I'm a
very healthy eater. Oh, no, Sorry
about this, Bert...PARP! RUMBLE!
SQUEAK!
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{A{7 If you thought Mary's last mound of
bodily waste products was large, you
ain't seen nothin' yet!
{D{9AUTHOR'S NOTE: Due to the fact that
Mary's climactic crap destroyed the
whole town: the play has to suddenly
end here.
{F{: Thank you.
{B{5 Bob Testicles, author.
{A{:
End.
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