100 is the one hundredth episode of the series Weebl & Bob.
Posted: 10th January, 2006
Summary: It's the official 100th episode of The Everyday Happenings of Weebl and Sometimes Weebl's Friend Bob. It's a biiiig old file so be warned. Contains mostly new footage honest.
Transcript
{Weebl is in front a pie under an umbrella.}
WEEBL: {singing} What this that I spy? Oh my! It tasty pie. Ain't nothing gonna' make me cry when I got tasty pie. Hot piss. Hot piss.
{Bob rolls onscreen.}
WEEBL: Lo Bob.
BOB: Lo.
WEEBL: Notice anything, different about me?
BOB: Errrr. Yes! You had a boob job!
WEEBL: I told you before. I not had a boob job. My breast are pert enough.
BOB: So you say.
WEEBL: That right. I do say! Look again aaaand I have pie!
BOB: You got pie!
WEEBL: Yes! And notice, I have protected the pie with an umbrella. I have noticed things tend to fall and spoil out pie.
{Cut to a flashback from get well. Hank tries to commit suicide but lands in the pie.}
HANK: Oof. What the hell? Who put this pie here?
{The flashback ends.}
BOB: That true.
{Cut to a "flashback" from parallel. Weebl and Bob look up and a tumbleweed rolls by.}
BOB: Oh. Well... I guess that the only time something fallen in our pie.
WEEBL: Yes.
BOB: Anyway. Good thinking
WEEBL: Thank you
BOB: No. Thank you.
{Someone knocks at the door.}
BOB: Someone ringing the bells.
WEEBL: True
BOB: A haaaaa. I tricked you. We don't have a bells.
WEEBL: Aha. But I trick you. We don't have a house!
BOB: Oh.
WEEBL: The trickster becomes the trickstered. The worm is on the other foot. Ermmm. I'm out
BOB: It for the best
{Someone knocks at the door again.}
BOB: I'll see who it is shall I?
WEEBL: If you don't mind Bob you see I'm rather busy with this pie.
BOB: K.
{Bob rolls offscreen.}
WEEBL: Chop chop then
BOB: {whilst rolling} I said k!
WEEBL: Mmmm. Pie.
BOB: {offscreen} Weebl. I think you need to hear this.
WEEBL: Why? Is it a story about how I going to eat this pie?
BOB: Is it about that? No. It about donkey.
WEEBL: Ooh.
{Weebl and Bob are standing on the doorstep. Lemon Curd is there.}
WEEBL: {looking around} Where we get this door?
LEMON CURD: I had it in my car.
WEEBL: How handy.
LEMON CURD: Be prepared is our motto.
BOB: I think you find that the scouts motto.
LEMON CURD: Oh well... what's ours then?
BOB: I think it "to protect and serve."
LEMON CURD: Oh that's not very catchy. I prefer the scout one.
BOB: Me too.
WEEBL: Can we hurry this up? I have a pie to eat.
LEMON CURD: Quite so sir. Ahem.
WEEBL: Come on. Come on.
LEMON CURD: I'm afraid there's been a terrible accident.
WEEBL: There be another if you don't hurry up!
LEMON CURD: Donkey has been seriously hurt.
WEEBL: Donkey? Nooooooooo!
BOB: I get the car
LEMON CURD: There's no need. Thanks to portadoor 2000.
{Zoom out to show the doorstep on wheels being pulled by Shopkeep.}
SHOPKEEP: {panting} Oh yeah. Everyone thank the door.
{Cut to Weebl, Bob and Chris in a hospital outside the donkey ward. Donkey is in a bed behind the glass.}
WEEBL: How this happen Chris?
CHRIS: We be doing position 97 near a porthole... and she just fell out.
BOB: That is a tricky one.
WEEBL: What are you two talking about?
BOB: Number 97!
WEEBL: Err... k
CHRIS: Surely ye be knowing what number 97 be?
BOB: Of course he does. everyone knows 97.
{Weebl looks around.}
WEEBL: Err. Oh. Hey look. It Apple Dave!
{Apple Dave enters from the right, a spotlight shines on him and he begins singing.}
APPLE DAVE: {singing} Apple Dave is here one again. I been seeing to your momma... and now im gonna see to your sister too! Yeah. Yeah. They're both gonna love it. Because of my big throbbing...
CHRIS: Still thy melodic rocking Apple Dave. This is not the time.
BOB: Who the hell is he anyway?
{Chris turns to look at Donkey in bed.}
CHRIS: Avast! Donkey has awoken!
{Weebl, Bob and Chris are gathered around Donkey's bed.}
WEEBL: Quiet. I think she trying to say something
BOB: This TV channel sucks.
DONKEY: {coughs} Minge.
WEEBL: Minge?
BOB: What can it mean? Maybe it the name of a toy she hold dear.
WEEBL: Or... maybe it the name of a belgian town she visited.
BOB: Or her first lover!
CHRIS: No. She just be loving to swear like a fishwife.
WEEBL: I have to say I'm actually quite shocked.
BOB: Well at least she getting better.
WEEBL: Yes
{Donkey gasps for breath and the heart monitor next to her flatlines.}
WEEBL: Hehehe. What she saying now? The censors gone mad.
BOB: Hehe.
WEEBL: Hehehe
CHRIS: Donkey?
BOB: Oh.
WEEBL: Oh. Bu... I love Donkey... Donkey don't die!
{A heavenly light shines upon Donkey as everything fades to black, then text appears reading "R.I.P. Donkey, 2002 - 2006".}