get a better peep
At the plants
and creatures of the deep
It's grand
When you're dancing on the sand
Each glance
Bubbles over with romance
It's lovely bobbing along
Bobbing along through the water
Where we get along swimmingly
Far from the frenzy
of the frantic world above
- Two beneath the blue
- Could even fall in love
Bobbing along, singing a song
On the bottom
of the beautiful briny sea
Bobbing along, singing a song
On the bottom of the beautiful briny,
shimmery shiny
Beautiful briny sea
Bravo!
Most exciting, most exciting.
You've won the ruddy cup.
Help!
This time I really caught a whopper!
People! Oh, no!
What scurvy luck.
- My goodness!
- I'll deal with this, my dear.
- Don't you know that...
- Good day, captain.
I used to be a bit
of a seafaring man myself.
Many's the time
I've shipped out of Portsmouth.
Delighted to meet a fellow mariner.
Now stow it, mate.
- Oh, really!
- Can't you read reading?
It says...''No peopling allowed.''
- Ridiculous!
- Don't antagonise him, Mr Browne.
That means I've got to throw you
all back. That's what to do.
Wait it minute! It says here
that anybody can see the king.
- And that's the law.
- Where do it say that?
Here in my book.
So it do.
But if you people knew
what was good for you,
you'd get yourselves
all throwed back.
The king don't like people!
Nonetheless, we must see the king
on an urgent personal matter.
Please lead the way.
But just don't say
I didn't warn you. See?
Follow me.
Get out of here!
Yes. What can I do for you?
I caught some people
down at the sea lagoon.
They want to see the king.
Really? Well, we can't be bothered
with that sort of thing now, can we?
I don't know that I fancy this.
His Majesty is in a frightful rage.
Excuse me, sir.
As an all-round entertainer,
I am considered not without talent.
Perhaps I can cheer him up.
No, no. You don't understand.
As everyone knows,
His Majesty is
the world's greatest soccer player.
But due to a technical problem,
the Royal Cup match
cannot take place today.
And His Majesty
had so set his heart on it!
Throw these... creatures
back into the sea.
Aye, aye, sir.
Just a moment! I can help!
Do you really think so?
I'd be most grateful.
Do you know soccer?
Do I know anything about soccer?
Why, I was captain of Tottenham
Hotspurs for two years.
Three seasons
with Manchester United...
Yes, yes. You'll do.
Come this way, please.
Mr Browne,
are you certain you'll be all right?
Now what?
Not an ideal person
in many respects,
but Mr Browne is a very brave man.
Do you think he's done for?
Do you think so?
I can't tell you how
I appreciate this.
For some reason
we have great difficulty
finding referees round here.
If there be one thing we like,
it's volunteers, eh, Birdy?
He's a proper king!
Look at his crown!
What's he got round his neck?
What a magnificent... ornament, sire.
Ah, yes.
Wouldn't be without it.
Been in the family for years.
The Star of Astoroth!
You're to sit
in His Majesty's royal box.
No littering, no chewing, no fruit
or wrappers or sweets. Please.
Rise, please.
Loyal fans,
this is official.
We have a volunteer referee.
Let the match begin!
He's still wearing it!
Right, Dirty Yellows,
let's have a clean game.
Right, True Blues, best foot forward.
Weird sort of game they play here.
Hurry up! Get rid of it!
Gracious!
You're doing fine, matey.
Move it around.
Get on with the match!
- Foul!
- They're only animals.
That's no excuse for dirty football.
Ref, are you blind?
Be quiet, Charles!
Don't forget who the referee is!
- Don't they have no rules?
- Course they do.
The king makes them up
as he goes along.
Poor Mr Browne.
Do you think he's all right?
Well, he's moving.
Steady, matey. Move it around.
He almost had it then.
Looks like he's done for this time.
Don't