Boss Tha’ Frog!

DOCTOR: “And how long have you been experiencing these symptoms?”

FROG: “Experiencin’ what symptoms,

lad? I’m sound.”

DOCTOR:

“You’ve just eaten three flies in my consulting room.”

FROG: “They were THERE,

weren’t they?” (munch) DOCTOR: "Just hop in a straight line...

and let me test this knee." (RIBBIT)

FROG: "Boss tha'! Look at me legs,

absolutely massive!" DOCTOR: "Your heart rate is off the charts." FROG: "I

was just sitting in a puddle outside Greggs!"

DOCTOR: “I’m afraid the results are conclusive.” FROG: “Go ’ead then.

Give it me straight.”

DOCTOR: “You’re a frog.”

FROG: “…a WHAT?” DOCTOR: “A frog.” FROG: “Nah lad.

Get a second opinion!”

FROG! FROG!

FROG! FROG! RIBBIT RIBBIT RIBBIT RIBBIT!

HE’S BEEN DIAGNOSED! WITH FROG!

Doctor says I’m amphibious,

I said lad, don’t be ridiculous,

Green little face but I’m still from the Mersey,

Ribbit in the morning,

NHS can’t cure me!

(ribbit) (woo!) FROG: “Is it permanent?

Can I still go the pub?”

DOCTOR:

“Well, you are structurally a frog,

but—”

FROG: “So what tablets do I get,

then?” DOCTOR:

“None.

It's not an illness.”

FROG: “This NHS has gone downhill,

lad!

Give me a sick note!”

(FROG! FROG! FROG! FROG!) (RIBBIT!

RIBBIT!)

DOCTOR: “Right. I’ll see you again in six weeks.”

FROG: “Sound. You got a pond round the back?” (RIBBIT)