German #1: Gary
German B: Gard
Mr. Peanut: Tim
Announcer: Scott
Admiring Woman #1: Laurel
Jane: Sarah or Sus [can't tell from the tape!]

 (Two people are having a vehement argument in German about which of them is more flammable.  This goes on for as long as necessary, something along the lines of:)

GERMAN #1:  Nein, nein, Hans, you are such an idiot.  Why do you think you are more flammable than I?

GERMAN B:  We will see who is the idiot, Friedrich.  It is much easier for me to burn indefinitely than you.

GERMAN #1:  It is not the length of the burning, Hans;  it’s how easy it is to get started.

GERMAN B:  You are a deluded fool.

GERMAN #1:  And you are a pigdog.  I will prove to you that I am more flammable than you.  On the count of drei, light yourself with that match, and I will light myself with this one.

GERMAN B:  Ein...

GERMAN # 1:  Zwei...

( . . . it is more or less at this point that they are interrupted by our hero)

Mr PEANUT:  Behold, German-speaking persons!  For it is I, Mr. Peanut!

GERMAN #1:  Wer?

Mr PEANUT: What?

GERMAN B:  (in English) Who?

Mr PEANUT:  Mr. Peanut!  I am here to fight evil in whatever form it may lurk.

GERMAN B:  Zere vas some evil lurking over zere.

Mr P:  Thank you, citizens!  Dut da dut da!  (a sort of fanfare)

GERMAN #1:  “Ach, wie anders, wie schön / Lebt der Himmel, lebt die Erde.”

GERMAN B:  What?

GERMAN #1:  (no accent)  Oh, never mind.

GERMAN B:  I’m still more flammable than you are.

ANNOUNCER:  Meanwhile, in Brisbane...wait.  (clears throat)  Moments later, at the Hall of Justice...er, back at the ranch...I mean, later that same day in a garden near Horatio’s house...

Mr P:  (interrupting him)  Behold, evildoer!  For it is I, Mr. Peanut!

ANNOUNCER:  No, I’m the announcer.  The evildoer is lurking behind the next bush.

Mr P:  Then why are you lurking here?

ANNOUNCER:  I’m supporting the International Disused Verbs Society.  No one ever says “lurk” in a positive way anymore.  No one ever says, “Honey, I’m going out lurking with the boys, be back at ten, mwa.”  So I am doing my part.

Mr P:  (skeptically) Uh huh.

ANNOUNCER:  Later on I’m going to abide in a field for a bit.  Then I might go menacing.  The evening is yet young.  But who are you?

Mr P:  Ah ha!  If you were really the announcer, you’d know that, wouldn’t you?

ANNOUNCER:  Curses.  No one can get by you, Mr. Peanut.

ADMIRING WOMAN #1:  Oh, look, Jane!  Mr Peanut has caught another announcer!

JANE:  He’s so very.

BOTH WOMEN: Sigh.

Mr P:  When I was a teenager, my parents were delayed in line at the supermarket by a tax evader.  From that moment, I swore I’d devote my free evenings to fighting evil.  I said to myself, “Self, criminals are a cowardly, superstitious lot.  I must adopt a form that will strike fear into their hearts.  So I became...a peanut!  So fear not, ladies.  The city is safe...nay, it is more than safe in my capable, yet unsalted hands.

BOTH WOMEN:  Swoon.

ANNOUNCER:  Tune in next time for more adventures of that leguminous lawgiver, Mr Peanut!

Mr P:  Shut up, you!  You’re under arrest.