RUMBAG        Grrabboldd!!! 

JOE                 Don't say anything! (they pause, holding their breath) 

RUMBAG        (even louder)  Grrrrrabbbolddddd!!!!!! 

JOE                 (whispering)  If we’re really quiet she might not hear us. 

RUMBAG        I can smell that ‘orrible stink of yours so I knows you’re not too far away. 

JOE                 There’s still a chance. Maybe she won’t realise where we’ve gone. 

RUMBAG        I know where you’ve gone, you miserable fat worm ..... 

JOE                 (whispers)  Do you think she'll come after us? 

RUMBAG         ..... an’ I'm coming down that beanstalk after you!! 

JOE                 Doh!  (gulps fearfully)  What if she catches us?           

RUMBAG        And when I catch you I'm gonna pull yer arms and  legs off one by one and feed 'em to the rats!