JOE                 (to himself)  Golly! Golden eggs! Who'd have thought it? I can't wait to see mummy's face. (suddenly catching sight of                                   something)   Hello, what's this? (picks up harp) 

HARP              (squeals)  Oi! Put me down! (JOE drops harp in surprise) I said put me down, not chuck me on the floor! You've gone and bruised my frame now! 

JOE                 Oh! S-sorry. 

HARP              Yeah, course you are, I don't think. Could've broken a string, I could, falling like that. 

JOE                 I said sorry! 

HARP              Yeah, well you'll be sorry when I sue you for wilful damage to a musical instrument! Now PICK ME UP!!! 

JOE                 Of course. Here, let me put you down on the table. 

HARP              That's better. (dusts himself off) Now, this plan of yours. 

JOE                 (innocently)  Plan? What plan? 

HARP              Don't you 'What plan' me, mate, I'm not stupid like Grabbold. The plan to take the eggs and do a runner, that's                         what plan! 

JOE                 Well, what about it? 

HARP              It won't work, that's what. 

JOE                 Why not? 

HARP              'Cos I'll have to snitch, that's why. 

JOE                 (puzzled)  Snitch? What do you mean? 

HARP              You even dafter than you look mate? Snitch! Grass you up! Dob you in! Spill the beans!