(Sketch continues from 'At Home with the Ant and Other Pets'.
Chris quickly switches the TV on.)
Announcer: (waits for noises to stop) ... and of the announcement. And now
back to 'University of the Air', and our series for advanced medical
students, 'Elements of Surgical Homeopathic Practice'. Part 68 -
'Ants'.
Chris: Ah! We're in luck again, Marcus.
(A surgeon appears on television. He makes a few ant gestures.)
Surgeon: Hello formicidophiles! Before the blood and guts
that you're waiting to see, let's have a look at the anatomy of the
little ant.
(Cut to a drawing of an ant.)
Ant Expert's Voice: The body of the ant is divided into three
sections... (arrow indicates)
![[IMAGE]](http://www.geocities.com/silly-stuff/anatomy-of-an-ant/the-ant.gif)
...The head, the thorax and the abdomen.
They are enclosed in a hard amour-like covering canned the
exoskeleton, which provides some protection from other nasty little
insects but unfortunately not from the dissector's scalpel. (an
animated hand with a knife slices hits off the ant) See, nothing to it,
he's not such a toughy. And his legs ... they help him carry
hundreds of times his own weight, but look at this ... (a handpulls
the legs off) you're not so strong compared with me, four, five, six
... Ha!
Chris: I didn't know ants had six legs, Marcus!
Ant Expert: Well I can assure you they do, Mr Ellis.
Chris: Hey! You've got two legs missing! And that's a false feeler Marcus! Blimey!
(He leaps up, switches the TV off and hurls it into the comer onto a pile
of used TYs, and hurries out. The tiger is quiet now. Mother, bloody and
tom, is emp!ying a tin of 'Kit-E-Cobra' into a box marked 'Cobra'.)
Chris: I'm taking this ant back, mother - he's got two legs missing.
Mother: Hey! Mrs McWong's been on the phone! The polar bear's been
in her garden again.
Chris: Well I'll get it on the way back from the store.
Mother: Well mind you do - his droppings are enormous. (Chris goes
through the door, mother shouts after him) Oh, and by the way, while
you're out get us another couple of tellies would you, here's 180
quid. (she tosses a wad out to him)
(Cut to the garden outside. There are TVs heaped in the garden path.
Chris catches the wad of notes and leaves through the garden gate as a
TV van is unloading half a dozen TVs onto a trolley, prior to wheeling
them into the home.)