- Isambard Sinclair, narrator: London and in moneyed Mayfair, within a perpendicular peculiar pillar-box, disguised domicile of the death defying duo Dangermouse the Daring and Penfold, the pathetic.
- Colonel K: [on viewscreen] Ah, DM. Good show.
- Danger Mouse: Yes, colonel?
- Colonel K: Our spotters have spied a space ship.
- Danger Mouse: Spied a spaceship?
- Colonel K: Precisely.
- Penfold: [DM and Penfold are dressed as a camel in the desert] Chief, why do we have to dress up like this?
- Danger Mouse: Isn't it obvious?
- Penfold: No.
- Danger Mouse: Well actually, Penfold. it's because the animators couldn't draw horses.
- Penfold: [DM and Penfold are having trouble finding the zip of their camel costume] You mean, we can't get out? We're trapped! Ahah, ahah! Entombed in the blackness of night, doomed to die in the darkness of a zipless tomb.
- Danger Mouse: Penfold?
- Penfold: Yes?
- Danger Mouse: Shush.
- Penfold: Oh, 'eck.
- Quark: [referring to Penfold] He's funnier than a Plutonium toe-tickler!
- Isambard Sinclair, narrator: And so we come to the conclusion of another classically confusing conflict. Can the ridiculously wrecked and ravaged robot be reconstructed and restored or will he be rejected as rusting rubbish? And what of Quark? Quark? Oh gosh. Quark, quar... que... Oh I know, yes. To find out join the queue, haha! And see the next adventure of Danger Mousse. Er, Mouse.