Reporter: [narrating] But that morning in the Chisleton cakeshop neither Supergranny Smith nor the Scunner Campbell were aware of the effect a sudden announcement was to have on their lives.
Madge, Duchess of Claridge: I wonder if you could help me, friendly little Brittish Rail person.
Madge, Duchess of Claridge: [the friendly little Brittish Rail person closes the blinds] It isn't like this at Kensington Palace. Hm!
Hatty the Hat Hatterley: Well, now Scunner, me old fat toad, what's next on the agenda?
Clarence, Duke of Claridge: Oi, you! Mugwash! Mugwash, or whatever your name is.
Inventor Black: Well I'm afraid the doors are closed, Supergran.
Supergran: Aye. Well observed, professor.
Clarence, Duke of Claridge: Impertinence! Kneel and grovel, woman.
Supergran: Oh, we've no time for your little malarkey now.
Clarence, Duke of Claridge: How dare you!
Clarence, Duke of Claridge: I only travel by gold coach or State landor.
Madge, Duchess of Claridge: Oh Clarence!
Clarence, Duke of Claridge: Oh Maggie!
Inspector Muggins: Oh crikey! I'll probably end up in the tower for this, Supergran!