It is hard to believe what happened next when Charlie passed the boomerang to the kangaroo.
The kangaroo did catch the boomerang, but was unable to stop its flight, resulting in one very frightened roomarang!
"Roomarang" you asked.
"Wherefore art thou, Roomerang," in a fit of Shakespearean possession.
Charlie died in the car to the smoke store.
The car was moving ahead at full speed, with Charlie's body lying against the steering wheel.
The boomerang smashed into the windshield, dropping the kangaroo into the pie on the front seat, knocking away the base and leaving just a roo meringue.
"No, no, this has gotten entirely too silly," declared the narrator, crumpling up his script and tossing it aside. "Time for something completely different. Like ... a rabbit field full of gold! Or God's obsession with bees!" Thus did the narrator return to grinding out meaningless drivel.