'Starsky! Hutch! Get in here NOW!' 'What's up now?' said Starsky, 'No, wait. Don't tell me. It's something to do with me, Hutch and those call girls. Look, I can explai...' 'No, you can't! Look, you're off the murder case. I'm putting you on something much better for your, huh, abilities.' 'Undercover?' said Hutch. 'Yes, you're going to pose as visitors to Tubbyland. We suspect the Teletubbies of homicide, cruelty to hoovers and molesting young children's minds with their innocent adventures. God, they're sick.' 'Right, so let me get this straight. You want us to visit Tubbyland, and prove that the Teletubbies are evil criminal masterminds.' 'Yes.' 'In case you hadn't noticed, we have the coolest car ever, and we're the stars of a successful TV series and Film, yet you want us to apprehend idiots in brightly coloured suits.' 'Yes'. 'Good God. Right then Starsky, get a couple of Shotguns, we may need them.' 'You want me to get some waffles too?' 'Yeah, I'm not touching that Tubby custard Crap. I'll go warm up the car.'

'So here we are in England, Hutch.' 'Yeah, and we've been stuck on this damn roundabout for the past hour. Jeez, how are the English supposed to get around. Right, hang on, I'm pulling out.' a loud thump 'Oh my God, you just ran over Tony Blair!' 'Ehh.' 'Look, it says turn right here for Tubbyland' 'Right then. Check our supplies. Sunglasses?' 'Check' 'Shotguns?' 'Check' 'Waffles?' 'Check' 'Tubby custard nullifying agent?' 'Double Check' 'Right, let's go.'

The car pulls up into the car park, running over a small child's bowl of Tubby Custard.

'Come on, then.' 'Oh, Tinky Winky, I'm a huge fan of yours.' 'Bugger off'

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