The Intern

Part 2: Enter the bungalow

The lift door opened and I pushed the trolley out. I stood in the corridor for a moment, where do I go now? Was my only thought. Luckily though a familiar whistle filled the air, from around the corner came Ronnie. He was one of the security guards and had helped me find my way around the building on my first day when I got lost. He also knew all the gossip around the BBC.
"Aye up Gen, what brings you down this way" Ronnie smiled when he saw me.
"Ummm.... I don't really know. Apparently there is a quote, weird new show being run by a couple of nutters, that I've been asked to lend a hand with. Do you know where or what it is?" I asked.
"Ohhhh, I think they mean Dick n Dom in da bungalow, it's the new Saturday morning live kids show, I've heard the two lads are completely mad." Replied Ronnie with a grin on his face.
"Da bungalow?" I said, what a strange title.
"Yeah, it's a rip on Ali G in da house. Follow me, set's down this way" Ronnie began to swagger down the corridor. I hurried to keep pace with him while still pushing the trolley.
Curious about the show I was soon to walk in on I asked Ronnie a few more questions.
"So who are Dick and Dom? I've never heard of them"
"Whelp that's no surprise, they're fairly new to the game, producer just saw the two of them in the canteen acting like naughty kids and decided to give them a show to present. S'pose he thinks they're a laugh but we'll see. Anyway here we are, have fun." He said as we reached the end of a corridor and pushed a door open for me.
"Thanks Ron" I stage whispered, but I'm not sure he heard me as a odd song filled the air as soon as the door opened.
As I looked around the studio I saw the crew struggling to contain laughter, only managing to stiffle their hysterics into small giggles. Casting my eyes to the set I took in a very peculiar site. Under flashing red and blue lights, five kids were standing to the side as one child danced in the centre with what appeared to be a pair of underwear on their head. The song playing was about dancing in your pants which made sense I suppose. Finally I saw, flanking the child, two young men jumping around and loudly singing along to the track. They must be Dick and Dom.