en vergeet seabert de dappere zeehond niet die streed tegen onrecht op de zuidpool met z'n 2 gehandicapte vriendjes en hun sjieke waterscooters
en captain planet en z'n politiek correcte stereotiepjes de planeteers.
Now, my story begins in nineteen-dickety-two. We had to say dickety because the Kaiser had stolen our word twenty. I chased that rascal to get it back, but gave up after dickety-six miles.