*** Crunchy Frog
*** from Monty Python live at City Center
*** transcribed from tape 10/3/87  Daniel Rich <drich@research1.bgsu.edu>

Police Officer: 'Ello.
Mr. Hilton: 'Ello.
PO: Mr. Hilton?
H: Yes.
PO: You are the sole proprieter and owner of the Wizzo Chocolate
    Company?
H: I am, yes.
PO: Counstable Clitoris and I are from the agent(?) squad, and we
    would like to have a word with you about your box of chocolates
    entitled the Wizzo Quality Assortment.
H: Oh yes.
PO: If I may begin at the beginning.  First, there is the cherry
    fondue.  Now this is extremely nasty, but we can't prosecute you
    for that.
H: Agreed.
PO: Then we have number four, number four: crunchy frog.
H: Yes.
PO: Am I right is thinking there's a real frog in here?
H: Yes a little one.
PO: What sort of frog?
H: A dead frog.
PO: Is it cooked?
H: No.
PO: A raw frog??
H: Oh we use only the finest baby frogs.  Due picked and flown from
    Iraq.  Cleansed in the finest quality spring water.  Lightly
    killed, and sealed in a succulent swiss quintuple smooth treble
    milk chocolate envelope, and lovingly frosted with glucose.
PO: That's as may be, but it's still a frog!
H: What else?
PO: Well, don't you even take the bones out?
H: If we took the bones out, it wouldn't be crunchy, would it.
PO: Counstable Clitoris 'et one of those.
Clitoris: Would you excuse me a moment sir?
PO: We have to protect the public!  People aren't going to think
    there's a real frog in chocolate.  Counstable Clitoris thought it
    was an almond whirl.  They're bound to think it's some sort of
    mock frog.
H: (outraged) Mock frog?!  We use no artificial additives or
    preservatives of any kind.
PO: Never-the-less, I advise you in future to replace the words
    "Crunchy Frog" with the legend "Crunchy Raw Unboned Real Dead
    Frog" if you want to avoid prosecution.
H: Well, what about our sales?
PO: Fuck your sales.  We've got to protect the public!  Now what about
    this one: number five, it was number five wasn't it.  Number five:
    Rams Bladder Cup.  Now what kind of confection is that?
H: We use only the finest juicy chunks of fresh cornish rams bladder.
    Emptied, steamed, flavored with sesame seeds, whipped into a
    fondue, and garnished with lark's vomit.
PO: Lark's vomit!
H: Correct.
PO: In doesn't say anything here about lark's vomit.
H: It does, at the bottom of the label, after monosodium glutamate.
PO: I hardly think that's good enough!  I think it would be more
    appropriate if the box bore a big red label warning lark's vomit.
H: Our sales would plummet!
PO: Well why don't you move into more conventional areas of
    confectionary!  Like praline or lime cream, a very popular flavor
    I'm led to understand.  Or rassberry light.  And then what's this
    one, what's this one.  'Ere we are.  Cockroach cluster.  Anthrax
    ripple.  (sound of vommiting in the background)
Narrator:  For those of you listening at home, the young counstable
    has just thrown up into his helmet.  This is the longest
    continuous vomit seen on Broadway since John Barrymore puked over
    Niotes in the second act Hamlet, in 1941.
PO: And what is this one.  Spring suprise.
H: Ah, that's one of our specialalities.  Covered in dark velvety
    chocolate, when you pop it into your mouth stainless steel bolts
    spring out and plunge through both cheeks.
PO: Well, where's the pleasure in that?  If people pop a nice little
    chocolate in their mouths, they don't expect to get their cheeks
    pierced.  In any case, it is an inadequate description of the
    sweetmeat.  I shall have to ask you to accompany me to the
station.
H: It's a fair cop.
PO: And don't talk to the audience.