This time the BFG didn't stay in Top Gear long.
Soon they were in an altogether paler country.
The sun had disappeared above a film of vapour, and this was a country of swirling mists and vapours.
We is here at last.
Let me put you down on the ground.
Like so.
Where are we?
We is in dream country.
Yeah, this is where all dreams is beginning.
Now, we keeps as still as winky little mices.
Your ears!
Your ears are swiveling out of your head!
That's how I hears the Now screw the top back on.
That's it.
Well done.
Now let me listen.
What?
It's a wink, Squiffler.
What?
It's even better.
It's a fizz wizard.
A golden fizz wizard.
Wow.
Shh.
Now don't remove a muscle.
And do kindly stop breathing.
It was terribly noisy down there.
Sorry.
Got it.
Here, another jar.
Here you go.
Here you go.
Now that's it.
Now, okay.
Right, on with the job.
There.
Well, another fizz, Wizard.
Oh, no.
No.
It's a truck lump.
Oh, save our solos.
The devil is dancing on my dibbler.
Oh.
Oh, this is a bad, bad dream.
No.
Yeah, it's worse than a bad, bad dream.
This is a nightmare.
I am never letting this go.
It is a real kicksy bog dumper.
I is explaining it as soon as I get home.
I can see it wiggling inside the jar.
Yes, the nastier the dream, the angrier it is getting when it is in prison.
I would hate to get this one inside me on a dark supply.
So would I.
I am so upset by this struggle-hunting, bug-thumping grub-switcher that I is not wishing to go on.
Dream-catching is finished for today.
Back in the pocket with you.
We is going home.
Off.
They went racing as fast as they could go when at last they emerged out of the mist and came again onto the hot yellow wasteland.
All the other giants were sprawled out on the ground, fast asleep.
They is always having 50 winks before they go scumpering off to hunt human beings.
By gum frog, I is just having the most wopsy shifling idea.
What?
I is going to unscrew the top of that bog thumping dream and I is going to give it to the flesh lump eater.
You're not.
I is.
Just you watch.
Open the case.
That's it.
Now hand me the terrible nightmarish chocolate humper.
Here you go.
I'm just going to tip it into the end of my trumpet here.
Now, I'm just going to blow.
Now, we had better be skidding away quick to where it is safe.
Come on.
No, we'll stop here.
Crouch down.
There.
Now, we is waiting for the gun and flames to begin.
He's still asleep.
It's beginning to hit him.
Serves him right.
Save us.
He's after me.
He's getting me.
It's Jack.
Jack is whack-crackling me.
Jack is spike-sticking me.
Jack is splash-plunking me.
Spare me, Jack.
Don't hurt me, Jack.
Who is Jack?
Jack is the only human being all giants is frightened of.
They is all hearing that Jack is a famous giant killer.
Save me!
Have mercy on this poor little giant!
The beanstalk is coming at me with his terrible spike-sticking beanstalk!
Take it away!
I am begging you, Jack!
I here pray you not to touch me with your terrible spike-sticking beanstalk!
Look at him!
Just look at him!
He's tying himself in knots!
Oops, that's done it.
He just punched the meat dripper straight in the mouth.
He's swiping me right in the mouth.
He's tongue swaddling me, swacking the guts.
I'll get you for this, flesh lump.
I'll get you.
They're all waking up.
They're all going to join in.
Take him.
Take him and exclaim me.
Take him.
I is loving it when they is all having a good tough and rumble.
They'll kill each other.
Oh, never.
Those beasts is always bishing and walloping at one another.
Well, soon it will be getting dusky and they will be galloping off to fill their tummies.
They are foul and filthy.
I hate them.
He certainly was putting that nightmare to good use though, wasn't he?
Excellent use.
Well done you.
