Match the words to the sentences:
bang, blockheads, Christmas, disguise, escape, grandma, guilty, officer, repentant, tear, Tower |
Toad: Now, Mister Winky, do you recall an incident that took place in your establishment last August the 12th, that I was a party to?
Winky: Oh yes, sir, that I do, sir.
Toad: Well, then, hahaha, just tell the court what actually happened.
Winky: Well, governor, you tried to sell me a stolen motorcar.
Cyril: That’s a deliberate lie, you monkey-faced little rump-wat!
Toad: No. Oh! I've been framed! Let me go! Help! Help! Help!
Newspaper Sellers: Toad guilty! Toad (1)_____________!
Narrator: News of Toad's disgrace rocked the nation. Seems the court was determined to make an example of him. Of course Toad's friends tried to help him, but they were blocked at every turn. Why they must've reopened the case at least a dozen times. Appeal to this court, that court, any court. But the decision stood. The case of J Thaddeus Toad was closed.
Song: Merry, merry Christmas time, Bind every heart with happiness, Let everyone…
Narrator: Yes, once again, it was a white (2)_____________. And once again the melodies of Yuletide hung sweet upon the winter's air. Hearts were gay and spirits high. Indeed, in all the city, there was but one spot untouched by the warmth of Christmas cheer: The (3)_____________, grim monument to despair. Cold, cruel, forbidding and, unfortunately, the abode of Toad for a good many Christmases yet to come. Poor Toad. Alone with the memories of his wasted life. What a fool he'd been! With many a pang he recalled the kindly face of Angus MacBadger, and his sage advice, so often scorned. A (4)_____________ for Moley, too, for his loyalty, his sympathy, his understanding. And Toad wept for Rat, and all those little lectures so often laughed at. Yes, within the dark confines of his miserable cell, a new Toad was born. A reformed Toad, a (5)_____________Toad. In a flood of remorse, he vowed once and for all to forsake the follies of the Primrose path. Never, never again would he give way to those mad, foolish manias that had brought him to this sorry end.
Prison Guard: Being as it’s Christmas, you're allowed a visitor. Your grandma's here.
Toad: (6)_____________?
Cyril: Oh, Merry Christmas, sonny! Granny wouldn't forget her little Toady boy! Ahuhuh
Toad: Cyril?
Cyril: Shh! Shh!
Toad: Oh. Waha Cyril. Wahahah.
Cyril: Look, Christmas gift.
Toad: What is it?
Cyril: Don't you get it? A (7)_____________. Now all you've got to do is put on this natty little costume and…
Narrator: Alas for good intentions. Toad was incurable. One whispered word and all his high resolve vanished in the mad whirl of this new adventure. This new mania! (8)_____________!
Prison Guard: Toad's escaped!
Police Officer: Halt! Oh. Good evening, ma'am.
Toad: Good evening to you, (9)_____________. Hahaha. We're merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily on our—Ah!
Police Officer: Here, oh, begging your pardon, my lady but you—. Hey!
Policemen: I say, you fellows over there, do you see him?
Narrator: Gad, what perfectly ripping luck! Trap Toad, would they? Aha! Never!
Policemen: There he goes! Where? Where? Over there!
Toad: Bang! Bang! (10)_____________!
Narrator: (11)_____________! Let them scour the countryside. Once more, J Thaddeus Toad had the last laugh.
Toad: Ohahahahaha, Ohahaha, Ah!
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clothes and other things that you wear to change the way you look so that people cannot recognize you______________
having broken a law______________
feeling sorry about something bad that you have done______________
a stupid person______________
an old fortress in London which was used as a prison for many years______________
Toad: Now, Mister Winky, do you recall an incident that took place in your establishment last August the 12th, that I was a party to?
Winky: Oh yes, sir, that I do, sir.
Toad: Well, then, hahaha, just tell the court what actually happened.
Winky: Well, governor, you tried to sell me a stolen motorcar.
Cyril: That’s a deliberate lie, you monkey-faced little rump-wat!
Toad: No. Oh! I've been framed! Let me go! Help! Help! Help!
Newspaper Sellers: Toad guilty! Toad (1)guilty!
Narrator: News of Toad's disgrace rocked the nation. Seems the court was determined to make an example of him. Of course Toad's friends tried to help him, but they were blocked at every turn. Why they must've reopened the case at least a dozen times. Appeal to this court, that court, any court. But the decision stood. The case of J Thaddeus Toad was closed.
Song: Merry, merry Christmas time, Bind every heart with happiness, Let everyone…
Narrator: Yes, once again, it was a white (2)Christmas. And once again the melodies of Yuletide hung sweet upon the winter's air. Hearts were gay and spirits high. Indeed, in all the city, there was but one spot untouched by the warmth of Christmas cheer: The (3)Tower, grim monument to despair. Cold, cruel, forbidding and, unfortunately, the abode of Toad for a good many Christmases yet to come. Poor Toad. Alone with the memories of his wasted life. What a fool he'd been! With many a pang he recalled the kindly face of Angus MacBadger, and his sage advice, so often scorned. A (4)tear for Moley, too, for his loyalty, his sympathy, his understanding. And Toad wept for Rat, and all those little lectures so often laughed at. Yes, within the dark confines of his miserable cell, a new Toad was born. A reformed Toad, a (5)repentant Toad. In a flood of remorse, he vowed once and for all to forsake the follies of the Primrose path. Never, never again would he give way to those mad, foolish manias that had brought him to this sorry end.
Prison Guard: Being as it’s Christmas, you're allowed a visitor. Your grandma's here.
Toad: (6)Grandma?
Cyril: Oh, Merry Christmas, sonny! Granny wouldn't forget her little Toady boy! Ahuhuh
Toad: Cyril?
Cyril: Shh! Shh!
Toad: Oh. Waha Cyril. Wahahah.
Cyril: Look, Christmas gift.
Toad: What is it?
Cyril: Don't you get it? A (7)disguise. Now all you've got to do is put on this natty little costume and…
Narrator: Alas for good intentions. Toad was incurable. One whispered word and all his high resolve vanished in the mad whirl of this new adventure. This new mania! (8)Escape!
Prison Guard: Toad's escaped!
Police Officer: Halt! Oh. Good evening, ma'am.
Toad: Good evening to you, (9)Officer. Hahaha. We're merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily on our—Ah!
Police Officer: Here, oh, begging your pardon, my lady but you—. Hey!
Policemen: I say, you fellows over there, do you see him?
Narrator: Gad, what perfectly ripping luck! Trap Toad, would they? Aha! Never!
Policemen: There he goes! Where? Where? Over there!
Toad: Bang! Bang! (10)Bang!
Narrator: (11)Blockheads! Let them scour the countryside. Once more, J Thaddeus Toad had the last laugh.
Toad: Ohahahahaha, Ohahaha, Ah!