Conk Gud ahll takthaa bug crooon Twaddle Of course, anything you wish Hamilton. Pickles Twaddle patted him on the nose, not having the faintest idea what he had been asked for. Tucker Wee fatso obviously disny ken what your brither wants, Pickles I know. You had better tell him, Will. Tucker What exactly dis he want? Pickles Nothing less than Twaddle’ s‘ Crown of Marm- FIRST CLASS '. Marmaduke opened a little cardboard box and took out five‘ Dodo Gongs’ Twaddle Watch my mouth, Hamilton- watch my mouth. Tucker He thinks yer wee brither ' s a blitherin eegit. Pickles He ' s right! Twaddle Hamilton, I am about to speak now. Here are the names: Wild Will Tucker; Tucker Thanks! Twaddle Perkin Snipes; Snipes Thanks! Twaddle Thomas Softhead Softhead Thanks! Twaddle Lizzie Juggins; Juggins God blissss ye, wee Marmalade Man. Twaddle Is everyone in Plonkton spying on us? Are they all outside that frigging window Freeloader It is indicative of Your Graces ' popularity. Twaddle You do me justice, Sir. Now finally, Hamilton, One for your own dear brother, Fabian Pickles. You do know him don ' t you? Conk Tharrr craapshitrrrr. Tucker What did he say? Pickles Nothing much: just acknowledges he knows me. Twaddle Run along now, young Conk. I just know, none of them will refuse to take them from you.