GC37V3P GSC - Shifting Sands (Traditional Cache) in Eastern England, United Kingdom created by Bendos adopted by foxscout

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Hidden : 11/16/2011

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Goon Show Classics #13 - Shifting Sands

A series of caches celebrating the classic 1950s radio comedy.

GRAMS: (Further further further further further further sounds of pouring. Mix in distant sounds of gunfire.)
Bloodnok: Look, the relief column's arrived!
Chinstrap: Send her in.
FX: Door opens.
GRAMS: Tram arriving at junction.
Bloodnok: Great Scott! It's a 49 tram!
Chinstrap: Then it's one of ours.
Seagoon: (Entering) Gentlemen, here are the plans for the union jack you so desperately need.
Bloodnok: Hurray, hurray!
Seagoon: Sorry I'm late gentlemen, but your fort is twenty miles further north than it says on the map.
Chinstrap: Twenty miles further north? Then it's happened again. This fort was built on shifting sands, and your combined extra weight must have set it going north again.
Bloodnok: You're right, Colonel. Look out of the wall!
Seagoon: Great spons of galloping hearn! The fort's crossing the frontier into Waziristan.
FX: Door knock.
Bloodnok: Ohohohouuuahhhhohhhuuuuah! Ohohohohuuuuuahhhhhhhohhh! I recognize that knocking. It's the devilish Waziric tribal chief 'The Wad of Char'!
FX: Heavy knocking.
Ellington: Let me in, Bloodnok, or I'll open this door, cor blimey!
FX: Door opens
Ellington: Now...
Bloodnok: Curse! He knew the combination of the hinges.
Chinstrap: I say sir; ask what he wants while I climb out the window.
Ellington: Come back! Your fort now resting on my father's domain.
Bloodnok: How painful for him.
Ellington: I warn you Bloodnok, your fort is now in the sacred car-park of El Bow. Cost you seven and six an hour, mate. Pay by cash cheque at sunrise or we attack.
Bloodnok: I'm warning YOU, Wad of Char, unless you withdraw that threat by dawn, we'll pay.
Ellington: Alright, mate. And now my latest number. Yim bom bulla boo!
Bloodnok: You filthy swine, you.

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