Bo Peep: Baa Baa, Black Sheep. Have you any wool? Over.
Black Sheep: Copy that, Bo Peep. Affirmative. Counting three bags. Over.
Bo Peep: Ahhh, Roger that, Black Sheep. And what’s the allocation on that payload? Over.
Black Sheep: Ahhh, let’s see… Says here one’s for the Master, and one’s for my Dame, and it says that the final bag is for some little boy who lives down the lane. Over.
Bo Peep: Copy that, Black Sheep. Any idea why the boy down the lane gets the third bag? What’s so special about him? Over.
Black Sheep: I think it’s the forced rhyme of Dame and lane. Over.
Bo Peep: Well, that’s just random, isn’t it? Carry on, Black Sheep. Over and out.
Mother Goose: Hey Diddle Diddle, The Cat, and The Fiddle. Over.
Diddle Diddle: Copy that, Mother Goose. Over.
The Cat: What’s the news, Goose? Over.
The Fiddle: Fiddle reporting for duty. Over.
Mother Goose: The cow jumped over the moon. Over.
Diddle Diddle: So it’s begun, then? I thought that Operation Flying Bessie wasn’t set to begin for weeks? Has something happend? Over.
The Cat: What of the dog, MG? And the dish? Over.
The Fiddle: Yes, please tell us the dish is safe! Over.
Mother Goose: Well, the little dog laughed, and I’m sorry to report the dish has run away with… the spoon. Over.
Diddle Diddle: Not the Spoon! Over.
Mother Goose: I’m afraid so. And when the dish runs away with the spoon, it’s all over.
The Cat: It’s all what? Over.
Mother Goose: It’s all over. Over and out.
It’s Saturday, and I was feeling silly, darlings. Indulge me.