Now, stuff the bandana into my fist. The Fly Guy is sleeping, fly buzzes, he tries to shoo it away, doesn't work, buzz buzz, he gets up and tries to swat it with a mime flyswatter. Misses, misses, can't find the fly, back to sleep. Eat it, go back to sleep. I don't remember this one.
Someone stays on stage all along to observe.
I don't remember the ending. Perhaps an old Brit wobbles in and offers tea. I simply don't recall.