The Goodies "We do anything anytime."
There you have it, poor pig.
Yes? Come on in.
Good morning...
- Oh, his omnipotence. - Oh, dear Engelbert.
A great pleasure, sir.
If we can't pull the wool over his eyes,
let's at least shave it. - Go ahead...
May I have the lovely little cap?
It must be thirsty.
Yes, it was so thirsty, cute little thing.
May I have your... Give me your briefcase.
Can we help you with anything else? - Yes.
I wanted to ask you to deliver some letters for me.
Thanks a lot...
No, think it over. You can all earn a lot of money.
Money? Money! Money!
The thing is: I want to start my own postal service.
What is wrong with the postal service that we have now?
It's too slow for me.
- A telegram. - Many thanks.
"Coming over in a minute - have a great idea - Engelbert."
What I said. I sent that off when I had the idea.
- When was that? - Three years ago.
So long? Oh wait! By chance we already
have a new plan for a postal service.
Take a look. - P, for postal service?
- No, under N. - N?
N, for new postal service. - Ah, of course.
Here. - Yes, yes. Order is everything.
Here is our plan: The letters are put in our own mailbox.
Then for sorting they are brought in a boat
to a point outside the five mile zone.
Then with a boat brought back to land,
and delivered as quickly as possible.
Very incomprehensible. Explain to me:
Why do we work outside the five mile zone?
Because it's a pirate post office.