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)