[While he is looking to one side of the theatre a crocodile comes up behind him and steels one of the sausages.]

Punch: What? Someone stole a sausage! There are only three left! Who stole one of the sausages? Was that you?

[Again the crocodile comes up behind and snatches away another of sausages. Normally at this point the audience is shouting out trying to warn Punch about the crocodile. Mr Punch goes to other side of the booth.]

Punch: I’ve only got two left. Joey won’t be able to have one. Who’s been stealing the sausages? [Audience responds] A crocodile? I don’t believe you. There’s no crocodiles around …
[The crocodile comes up in front of him this time and grabs hold of the sausages. This time they do not pull apart as before so Punch and the croc have a bit of a tug of war over the remaining two sausages. The crocodile wins and takes them away waving them triumphantly in its jaws.]

Punch: Why that naughty crocodile has stolen all the sausages! I’ll show him. [He picks up his stick] If he comes again tell me. I’m going to catch myself a crocodile.

[He looks out of the booth. Meanwhile the crocodile creeps up behind him. The audience scream out but when Punch spins round the crock ducks down only to reappear behind him. Punch creeps to the other side of the booth with the croc just behind him, its jaws slowly opening wider and wider. Again Punch spins around but again the croc disappears. Punch creeps forward stalking his prey. The crocodile reappears following him. This time they go around in a circle. Punch turns, the croc ducks and pops up behind him. Punch quickly turns again and swings his stick at the croc but it snatches the stick in its jaws, triumphantly waves it about and takes it away.
Punch pauses and looks at the audience.]

Punch: That crocodile’s stolen Punch’s stick. What will I do?
[The crocodile comes up behind Punch. Punch starts to shake with fear and then with the crocodile chasing behind runs around the booth. The crocodile ducks down leaving Punch running around. The croc then pops up in front of him and bites him on the nose and pops down again.]

Punch: Oh my nose! My poor beautiful nose! That crocodile has eaten my nose! I’m dead and dying! Help me, help me! Call a doctor. Doctor! Doctor! [Punch falls down as if dying]