Meanwhile, over at the Toyville City Police Department, Count Saruman Dooku is holding court...

"I knew M.R. James, Ian Flemming AND JRR Tolkien, you know? And did I ever tell you how I could've also been a great opera singer..." (oh hell, not again... please shoot me...) "Erm, er... I've just gotta go out and... er... wash my goldfishes hair..."

(wash my goldfishes hair... what kinda stinky excuse was...) "HOLY CRAP! Have you guys looked outside!?!" "What is it?  How DARE they!!!"

"The insolent swines seem to be sending forward a spokesperson...

"... yes, Mr Rambo, this had better be good..." "mpmhff hurmphfff murmmurph Joe druphmmpf mphmmfff now!"

"What? Speak clearly man!" "mpmhff HURMPHFF murmm..." "Are you taking the mick or what? You're a damned actor - enounciate properly!" "MPMHFF MHURMP... "Right, don't say you haven't been warned!"

"MPMHFF MH... URK!" "er... Sir, I think you'd better get back in and shut the door?" "Why? I did the world a favour" "Yeah... but his soldier friends don't seem to think so..."

"Ah, good point... but they wouldn't dare lift a finger against us would they?"