The
Mouse Problem
(Sketch starts with a policeman leading a man in mouse costume
into a police station. Photo of headline: Mouse Clubs On Increase. Cut to:
photos of neon signs of clubs: Eek Eek Club; The Little White Rodent Room;
Caerphilly A Go-Go. Cut to studio: ordinary gray-suited Linkman.)
Linkman: (Michael Palin) Yes. The Mouse Problem. This week 'The
World Around Us' looks at the growing social phenomenon of Mice and Men. What
makes a man want to be a mouse?
(Interviewer, Harold Voice, sitting facing a confessor. The
confessor is badly lit and is turned away from camera.)
Confessor: (John Cleese) (very slowly and painfully) Well it's not
a question of wanting to be a mouse... it just sort of happens to you. All of a
sudden you realize... that's what you want to be.
Interviewer: (Terry Jones) And when did you first notice these...
shall we say... tendencies?
Confessor: Well... I was about seventeen and some mates and me
went to a party, and, er... we had quite a lot to drink... and then some of the
fellows there ... started handing ... cheese around ... and well just out of
curiosity I tried a bit ... and well that was that.
Interviewer: And what else did these fellows do?
Confessor: Well some of them started dressing up as mice a bit ...
and then when they'd got the costumes on they started ... squeaking.
Interviewer: Yes. And was that all?
Confessor: That was all.
Interviewer: And what was your reaction to this?
Confessor: Well I was shocked. But, er... gradually I came to feel
that I was more at ease ... with other mice.
(Cut to linkman.)
Linkman: A typical case, whom we shall refer to as Mr A, although
his real name is this:
Voice Over: (and CAPTION)
ARTHUR JACKSON
32A MILTON AVENUE,
HOUNSLOW, MIDDLESEX.
Linkman: What a lot of people don't realize is that a mouse, once
accepted, can fulfil a very useful role in society. Indeed there are examples
throughout history of famous men now known to have been mice.
(Cut to julius Caesar on beach. He shouts 'Veni Vidi, Vici'. Then
he adds a furtive squeak. Napoleon pulls slice of cheese out of jacket and
bites into it. Cut to Linkman)
Linkman: And, of course, Hillaire Belloc. But what is the
attitude...
(Cut to man in a Viking helmet.)
Viking: (Eric Idle) ... of the man in the street towards...
Linkman: ... this growing social problem?
(Vox pops films.)
Window Cleaner: (Eric Idle) Clamp down on them.
Off-screen Voice: How?
Window Cleaner: I'd strangle them.
Stockbroker: (John Cleese) Well speaking as a member of the Stock
Exchange I would suck their brains out with a straw, sell the widows and
orphans and go into South American Zinc.
Man: (Terry Jones) Yeh I'd, er, stuff sparrows down their throats,
er, until the beaks stuck out through the, er, stomach walls.
Accountant: (Graham Chapman) Oh well I'm a chartered accountant,
and consequently too boring to be of interest.
Vicar: (John Cleese) I feel that these poor unfortunate people
should be free to live the lives of their own choice.
Porter: (Terry Jones) I'd split their nostrils open with a boat
hook, I think.
2nd Man: (Graham Chapman) Well I mean, they can't help it, can
they? But, er, there's nothing you can do about it. So er, I'd kill 'em.
(Cut to linkman.)
Linkman: Clearly the British public's view is a hostile one.
Voice Over: (and CAPTION) 'HOSTILE'
Linkman: But perhaps this is because so little is generally known
of these mice men. We have some film now taken of one of the notorious weekend
mouse parties, where these disgusting little perverts meet.
(Cut to exterior house (night). The blinds are drawn so that only
shadows of enormous mice can be seen, holding slices of cheese and squeaking.)
Linkman:'s Voice Mr A tells us what actually goes on at these
mouse parties.
(Cut to Mr A.)
Mr A: Well first of all you get shown to your own private hole in
the skirting board... then you put the mouse skin on... then you scurry into
the main room, and perhaps take a run in the wheel.
Linkman: The remainder of this film was taken secretly at one of
these mouse parties by a BBC cameraman posing as a vole. As usual we apologize
for the poor quality of the film.
(Very, poor quality film, shadowy shapes, the odd mouse glimpsed.)
Mr A's Voice: Well, er, then you steal some cheese, Brie or
Camembert, or Cheddar or Gouda, if you're on the harder stuff. You might go and
see one of the blue cheese films... there's a big clock in the middle of the
room, and about 12:50 you climb up it and then ...eventually, it strikes one...
and you all run down.
(Cut to a large matron with apron and cawing knife)
Linkman's Voice: And what's that?
Mr A's Voice: That's the farmer's wife.
(Cut to the linkman at desk.)
Linkman: Perhaps we need to know more of these mice men before we
can really judge them. Perhaps not. Anyway, our thirty minutes are up.
(Sound of baa-ing. The linkman looks up in air, looks startled,
pulls a gun from under the desk and fires in the air. The body of a sheep falls
to the floor.)
Linkman: Goodnight.