T. F. Gumby: Doctor! Doctor! DOCTOR! (he goes up to the antique desk and bangs the bell violently; he smashes the intercom and generally breaks the desk up) Doctor! Doctor! DOCTOR! DOCTOR! Doctor! Doctor! Where is the Doctor?

(A pause. Then another door opens and another Gumby appears.)

Specialist: Hello!

T. F. Gumby: Are you the brain specialist?

Specialist: Hello!

T. F. Gumby: Are you the brain specialist?

Specialist: No, no, I am not the brain specialist. No, no, I am not... Yes. Yes I am.

T. F. Gumby: My brain hurts!

Specialist: Well let's take a look at it, Mr Gumby.

(Gumby specialist starts to pull up Gumby's sweater.)

T. F. Gumby: No, no, no, my brain in my head.

(specialist thumps him on the head)

Specialist: It will have to come out.

T. F. Gumby: Out? Of my head?

Specialist: Yes! All the bits of it. Nurse! Nurse! (a nurse enters) Nurse, take Mr Gumby to a brain surgeon.

Nurse: Yes doctor...

(She leads Gumby out. In the background the specialist is grunting and shouting.)

Specialist: Where's the 'Lancet'?

Nurse: (to T. F. Gumby) He's brilliant you know.

Specialist: Where's the bloody 'Lancet'? My brain hurts too.

(Ambulance racing. 'Dr Kildare' theme. Cut to operating theatre. The surgeon is not a Gumby.)

Surgeon: (putting on Gumby props) Gloves... glasses... moustache... handkerchief...

(Gumby voice) I'm going to operate!!

(We now see he is surrounded by Gumbys. T. F. Gumby is on operating table.)

All: Let's operate.

(They begin to use woodworking implements on T. F. Gumby.)

T. F. Gumby: Hello!

Surgeon: Ooh! We forgot the anaesthetic!

Operating Gumbys: The anaesthetic! The anaesthetic!

(At that moment a Gumby anaesthetist comes crashing through the wall with two gas cylinders.)

Gumby Anaesthetist: I've come to anaesthetize you!!

(He raises a gas cylinder and strikes Gumby hard over the head with it. Bong. Blackness.)