The mission

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Eric (Idle) 'bleedin, monkeys wanted me to join their order' (ref No.1), Andy (Kane), 'yes, theres thousands of us, Anna' 'Yes their would be', Colin looked out of the window, Anna 'hoppin Bernard', they left for Knightsbridge to look for his tie, in a speedy slate grey french convertible...
I walked............An orange hummer, lept over the railings, see-through, green changed, to zebra, 'parcel delivery mans, chamelion car, fantastic', through the bollards, snake like through the public, the flesh cringed through a puddle, it swept to a halt, and its dynamic body, lay flat out by the edge of the Thames. Parcel delivery man motto:' the precious should be the safest'. 'woww', and I ventured towards the cars open door, the window fell forward, a parcel fell into my hands, the door clicked. Hatties voice 'This parcel will self destruct in 10 seconds, 654, no really, it started to smoke, the cover became transluecent, 'A dim persons conquest of sex' by a barnstaple waiter. 'Your mission if you choose to accept it'. The car began to go red. To find the whereabouts of the grand temple of chakraganges 'the striptease music started, the car turned yellow, people looked round,..........'My ancestor, with an army of huffle-puffs, crossed the holy-land, armies fled from their path'........the fenders lifted, a headlamp glanced.......................the bottom of the parcel bom, bom, bommed, to the kettle drum''ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!', and two rivelets of steam, spewed from the top', and the car winked at me, .........Eric (Idle), travelled to India, found the grand temple, joined the order, and never passed on the whereabouts to anyone'................two pink dots and a tie appeared on the bonnet..................the windshield looked up, the bumpers, pim pim, pim......and in a loud voice, 'You want to see the bird at the green table starkers', the metal cringed. The tawny haired beauty looked round her spectacles, and put her book down, and stood up.....then the car went round in a tight circle, outside wing mirror, waving to the crowd.........my hands bubbled the cover sagged, the whole thing was turning into KY jelly..... the left flicked ky jelly, the right flicked ky jelly, and the middle bubbled over my hands. I poppped the parcel into a pillarbox, 'but they'll be reward in guarding her some of the way', I turned 'dreambird, dreambird, dreambird, dreambird, bubble, bubble,, like a dripping tap. Heart beating, drumlike, racing, where was she, her shirt blew up, crowds, I don't chase after women, so I hired a couple of joggers, they jostled, her jumper, slipped, fat ladies pressed them down, she looked into her hands a passport photocopy, scribble, 'I'd very much like to acompany you, I shall not molest name-...................in anyway signed', she hid it, I 'the parcel is a rogues....', girl 'so you want to see me starkers, 'starkers?', I, 'yes.....we cannot go back to my house', girl 'right, then come and meet my friends...', I '...shall we do it here...', girl, '..nice......do you like pippins?', I, 'can't we do it by the railtrack......well, yes!'
(ref No.1.;The Rutles or the monkeymen)