Three Doctors

Oh, come and sit down over here and tell me all about your problems and your name.

I’m poor, I’m hungry, I’m soaking wet, I’m Jim Smoggins and I have a big pain up my backside.

And I thought there was going to be something more seriously wrong with you than that, what with the way you were dragging yourself in here, and with all the moaning.

Oh . . . I feel much better now. Must be the sympathy and your bedside manner that did the trick. I could have got that from my computer, but the bloody mouse doesn’t work.

Did you turn your mouse on?

No. It was too tired after going around its treadmill all day.

Really Mr Smoggins I have no time for jokes today. The doctors are flat out busy

What sort of doctors are they then?

We have three doctors on today. I call them the little doctor, the medium doctor, and the big doctor.

Why is that?

Well, firstly the wee doctor is the urologist. Secondly, the medium doctor is the psychic psychologist. Thirdly, the big doctor is the GP who will look at your bottom – all day if needs be. He needs the money.

I’ll take de turd doctor then. He sounds like what I need.

Right then, get yourself behind that screen and take your trousers off. Then get up on the bed and lie down on your stomach.

Blimey, how much is this going to cost? I wanted to see the doctor.

Mr Smoggins is that you at the other end of this bottom?

Yes, it is and I’m in a lot of pain.

I’m Doctor Robert See, a GP who specialises in all the common and general diseases and accidents that may happen at home or work. I hear that you are a bit of a joker, yes?

Robert See? You do know that becomes ‘Arsey’ in a name list don’t you?

Yes Mr Smoggins. All through my life I have been told this. Although as a doctor, I can now get my own back on smart quips like that.

Well, I was only saying, you know. So, can you fix my bum?

That all depends on what went in there and from which way did it enter. I mean waste and disease may exist from within . . . however, inserting of the foreign articles into the bottom may also be a clue.

Well yes, you’re right doctor and it may perhaps be a good time to tell you quietly that I sat on a toy giraffe whilst I was entertaining guests at my house.

Ah yes, entertaining with such a giraffe would cause much pain, I’m sure. And was it a motorised giraffe or just the usual giraffe?

Now look here doctor, I’m not one of those people who engage in that sort of activity. I just sat down on the toy giraffe which was wedged in between two settee cushions next to our cat.

The doctor thinks about the situation at hand.

Maybe I should send you for a cat scan first . . . just in case it was the cat that you sat on. Now that would truly be a CAT-ARSE-TROPHY.

THE END

A Skit about School Essays

My blog for this week is on the notion of abstract comedy. This involves an interplay within the story-line, hidden meanings and imagined mannerisms of the characters. The example given is from my book, “Short Comedy Routines for Novices” (available from Amazon and Kindle). The book contains 46 skits for young comedians, to practice delivery, timing and facial expressions – in a setting with minimal props.

The example is generally part of the continuous banter which occurs throughout a typical half-hour comedy series.

Uncle BOB

Well, here is something a little different – seeing as it is nearly Christmas, with parties and get-togethers. Have you noticed there is always an Uncle Bob – the older, sleazy, sozzled individual who thinks they are funny and incredibly attractive.

This piece is one of the skits in my book “Short Comedy Routines for Beginners” – available at Amazon Books.

Uncle Bob

OPENING SCENE:

(Christmas party noise and music)

Silly and slightly inebriated Uncle Bob is lurching around at the large family Christmas gathering, and starts talking to a bored young woman who is stuck on the same table.

Uncle Bob

I spy with my little eye, something beginning with R . . . hmmmm?

Cathy

Right then . . . (sighs) . . . is it the radio?

Uncle Bob

Not even close.

Cathy

Red thingy over there . . . uh, the robot or rattle . . . radiator, razor, remote, rhinoceros, rabid dog, or that handy rectangular nut-cracker?

Uncle Bob

Nope. See that action figure over there with the sword, hat and hook-arm?

Cathy

What? That bloody pirate! . . . That begins with a P.

Uncle Bob elbows her in the arm, gets too close for words and winks.

Uncle Bob

A pirate always begins with “Arrrrrrrrr”

Cathy closes her eyes and mutters obscenities under her breath when she suddenly sees her dizzy friend Susan.

Cathy

Susan! Come and sit here Susan and listen to this fascinating man’s party jokes.  He’ll blow your mind.

Cathy runs off to be violently sick in the toilet

Susan

I’m having a super time at this party!

Uncle Bob sidles up to her real close and winks.

Uncle Bob

Hey there. I’ve got something for you. The name’s Bob . . . as in Bob–a-Job.

Susan immediately realizes that she has just met another sleazy drunk, but too late.

Uncle Bob

I spy with my little eye, something beginning with R . . . hmmmm?

Susan closes her eyes and mutters obscenities under her breath at Cathy and decides to terminate him.

Susan

If the answer is Pirate, I’m going to have to kill you by inserting that pirate, sword first in a very slow and distressing manner.

Uncle Bob straightens up – but soon has another attempt, and leans over her.

Uncle Bob

Arrrrrr . . . well it begins with A then.  I see you’ve played this before.

Susan

Aorta, broken Arm, Art attack . . . Axe murderer?

Uncle Bob

No, but very funny indeed.  It is that Scotsman over there.  They always begin with “Ayyyyyyyy”.  Heh Heh.

Not a word was said, but Uncle Bob was in shock for the next half hour after being king-hit in the nether regions.

THE END

Note: I promise you, the other skits are actually funny – and a lot longer. Designed for the young stand-up comedian to develop routines and audience participation.