Double Greasing Troubles/Transcript

Brooke and Belle, the Standard 4 twins, work at the yard and stations near the docks. Their work is important but it can be HOT and DIRTY. Sometimes this makes the twins NAUGHTY. One morning, they were feeling VERY NAUGHTY indeed.
Brooke: Girl, that's my line of trucks.
Belle: Nee ya daft cunt! Yours is over there
Brooke: Uh, hell no?
Belle: Fook-off, you slotty bicycle...
Their friend Bob was not impressed.
Bob: Could Just not? I'm trying to watch a film.
Brooke: Like you're so boring. We do whatever we want, bruh.
Bob: Well at this rate, you're gonna come...
(Brooke runs into Belle and they both derail)
Bob: ...off the line, uh...
Brooke: Ugh, Belle you fucking fat-ass!
Belle: Says you, ya hoe!
(The Xbox Controller's car arrived and crashed)
The Xbox Controller: Brooke and Belle, behave yourselves or I'll get the foreman to spank you! \*grumbles\*
Belle: Do it, ya fat-cunt!
The Xbox Controller: What was that!?
Belle: I said "it's time for lunch".
The Xbox Controller: Anyway, it's also become clear to me that we need another engine to help out. But there's only a diesel available. He's new and key to make an impression.
Bob: If I were you, I'd get back to work right away.
Brooke: Says the one watching fucking Netflix?
Bob: No one fucking asked you, shut up.
Meanwhile, The Xbox Controller was having doubts about his own decision.
The Xbox Controller: I hope the new diesel doesn't cause even more confusion. He's bound to have teething troubles.
And he was right.
Clayton: Oh my KFC grease and BP oil, I wasn't expecting this heat. Oh, what's that? (Clayton Starts Spluttering)
His wheels spun and then there was trouble.
(Clayton Breaks Down)
Clayton: Ah! My discount coupons...
Bob came to the rescue.
Clayton: Sorry, I'm all hot and bothered. Got greasing troubles, you know?
The news soon spread down the line, harder than Bitchford.
Lawl: Apparently, it's teething troubles. (Super Pug Drives Away And Arrives To Brooke And Belle)
Super-Pug: Hey you two! This new diesel's covered in grease! Good luck!
(Super Pug Drives Away)
Brooke: Uh, why does Super-Pug want to wish us good luck?
Belle: Because a greasy, metal box, is more trouble than any thought like you.
Brooke: Ah, good diet of horses.
Then the foreman spoke to them.
The Foreman: You will take King Edward's loads...
Brooke: That was like...last night, bruh.
The Foreman: ...to the docks. And rest there tonight. There's hard work tomorrow.
Brooke: Oh, you meant the trucks...
The Foreman: Of course I meant the trucks you chubby cain...(laugh)...Harry Potter! Ha-hah! I'll paint us you boat-...
(A TV Difficulties Image Appears And Starts Beeping)
It was dark when the twins reached the docks. They left the trucks on the key and scurried off TO PUB.
Lawl: You two do look glum.
Belle: It's the new diesel's fault… He's covered in more grease that Brooke is.
Lawl: Grease you say? He's got teething troubles. That means he's new and this causes some problems. In this case, it's his digestive system.
The next morning was very dull and rainy. As the twins were preparing to take a long train of NUDES away, they heard an unfamiliar sounds
(Clayton Honks His Horn)
Brooke: Oh fuck sake! It's the new diesel!
Belle: Quick! Hide...um, fuck! Never mind, it's too late!
(Clayton Arrives)
Clayton: Hello!
Brooke: OMG, he's mega creepy too! OMFG!
Clayton: I'll sort these N00ds out. You take the front and I'll push from behind. What FUN!
All went well as they set off. Then the sun came out.
Belle: Come on! Come on! Push harder, you stupid mongrel!
But the diesel had forgotten to take his Viagra.
(Clayton Starts Breaking Down Again)
Clayton: Oh! I'm over-greasing again...
Brooke: Ah, fuck!
Driver: You know what? Let's try to finish the journey anyway. It means we'll have to pull that grease-fire with us. Can you do it girls?
Belle: Aye, sir!
And they could. (Brooke Starts Farting)
Belle: Ugh, Jesus Christ! Brooke, not nice!
(Brooke Farts Even More)
That night, The Xbox Controller came to see the engines.
The Xbox Controller: Well done, Brooke and Belle. I've sent the new diesel back to the works. Can you manage alone?
Belle: Aye, sir!
Brooke: Yes, daddy! -Uh, uh. Bob? Were sorry we're rude to you this morning…
Bob: Oh, that's alright. I'm just charging my Netflix subscription to your credit card! (laughs)
Belle: And, to be fair, That young diesel was actually quite friendly.
Lawl: And you know what friends do, right?
Bob: Friends always buy us another round! Hu-hoo, oh dear.
Brooke: Huh! I'm feeling generous today, Bartender!
And so they did. And they continued to talk about the greasing troubles all night long.