Narrator: At 11.10 the police photographers arrived, photographed the police, and hurried away again.

Maurice Plonk: My name is Maurice Plonk, and I live in a little log cabin in Piccadilly. Last night I left a burning cigarette by my bedside and the whole place was burny down. And the night before last, my fire insurance ran out and we did not get a penny. My, how we did laugh when we heard about it.
Narrator: Mr Plonk has nothing to do with our story. We thought you'd like to see what a real idiot looked like.