The Jokes, section 7: Surprise Surprise (end of Ch. 1)

-Say A.B?
-Yes Davey?
-Wanna sing a song A.B?
-What Davey?
-I said do you wanna sing a song A.B?
-We've sung 20...25 songs today...tonight, haven't we Davey?
-I said do you wanna sing a song A.B?
-We've sung, we've sung, by golly we've sung, haven't we Davey?
-Why won't you answer my question A.B? Huh A.B? Huh?
-(exaggerated sigh)Alright, alright, we'll sing a song!
-Well what are you going on about now?
-What?
-I don't wanna sing a song but now you do so now we gotta sing a song I guess-
-What? Davey you just. asked. me. if I wanted to sing a...oh!
-Oh what?
-Oh, you don't want to sing.
-Well I just told you that.
-But you want me to sing. Well alright, how about Memories Are Made of This. (snap and-a snap and-a)-
-Whoa Whoa What? I don't want no lullaby. Cheese Whi-iz!
-Oh for the love of
-What's gotten into you?
-What's gotten into me?
-That's what I want to know! All I asked you was if you wanted to sing a song! Yes or No! Yes? No? That's it.
-I'm speechless
....
-For fucksakes, that's your guys' punchline? Did you skip a few steps, forget the funny parts?
-Yeah we slipped into some ad-libbing, hey aren't you supposed to be unconscious?
-Wait yeah, what's the big idea, bozo? Get back into your corner!
-Did you guys just make up this routine on the spot? What in the hell was that? Seriously.
-Look fella, we've been at this all night. Not everyone got naptime. Now back to the corner. You've earned a time-out.
-You fuckers, hey which one of you two kicked me. I'm having some troubling sorting everything out but I know one you geezers kicked me.
-Several times. It was him by the way →
-Oh you lousy prick.
-Oh dear God are the mics off?
-What, what did I say. Hey, engineer! Dump it!
-You are twice as stupid as you look, which is impressive, I'll admit. No one's listening. Even I don't delude myself into thinking that anyone would waste their time, illicit power use and contraband radios listening to me. Cheese whiz indeed. Harumph.
-So...
-Plus the FCC was dissolved last revolution.
-It was? Ok. But...
-So go away! It's my show again. You're both half dead, you haven't slept all night and you've gone blind. If you see Georgie in that window you are blind, sirs. My guess? He's sleeping the worst night of his life off on the floor. Good enough for me, good enough for Georgie. Now begone. I'm sick of the sight of the both of yous.
-We're grabbing our reel-to-reels before we leave.
-Fine by me, fine by me. Except the engineer's door is locked and Georgie is out for the count. So...not as fine with reality.
-(grumble grumble)
-Look guys, I like you two so I'll be sure to mail your tapes off. Just name the retirement community whose resources you're wasting and get the fuck out of here!
-(grumble grumble)

-Hi kiddies. Your trendy neighborhood clown is back. Let's get this party started! Right!

[cue theme song]

TO BE CONTINUED...

(when we return, CH.2 "Gelastics"! Wherein we encounter actual honest-to-god action!)