The Battery-Operated Magic Toupee landed on planet A PLANET, a desperate planet where they just ran out of ideas and A PLANET was the best name they could come up with for their planet.

A PLANET was once the hive of wit and creativity in the galaxy, the centre of sophistication - now it reuses the same tire shite over and over.

The last original joke on the planet was written over 400 years ago and was repeated for the 400,000 time on the Funny Laughter Show – the latest comedy with a title that the greatest comedy minds on A Planet brainstormed for weeks.

Creativity and art have died such to the extent that the writers of this episode could only end this synopsis with “… And the Battery-Operated Magic Toupee left and went elsewhere. “This was the best ending they could come up with.

The battery-operated magic toupee landed on the planet Switcheroo, A planet where no one was happy or satisfied with the way they were and identified with things they weren’t.

No-one knew where they were going as south transitioned north and north transitioned east. Rich people identified as the common man while the working man transitioned to be rich. Women switched to men, Men swapped to women, dogs were cats and cats were dogs, hamsters transitioned to elephants and confused pachyderms painfully transitioned to hamsters and politicians stopped lying.

After vegetarians became meat eaters, minimalists crowded their houses with more crap than they could want and pacifists went on violent streaks of beating the shit out of people.

The Battery-Operated Magic Toupee transitioned to something normal and the Battery-Operated Magic Toupee – the podcast transitioned to a tasteful classy entertainment for the family.

BOMT landed on the Dickofa Barnyard’s sister planet: Animatude – a world of animals with too much attitude… lets be blunt and not mince words: the animals are RIGHT assholes! TOO MUCH F-CKING ATTITUDE!

These are not the cute innocent creatures of Earth!

Cats covertly jump on you and say, “Admire me bitch! I want you to fucking worship me and tell me how great I look. I'm now going to arch my back, raise my tail, and show you my one eye and don't even pretend to be uncomfortable or disgusted while I do it. Just admire my arse!”

It's a planet where dogs deliberately crap everywhere they choose and command “Pick it up human slave” or they bury it in the sand and laugh their doggie tits off while you step in it.

Birds wait in the trees, scouting their targets, and saying “C’mon you bald headed fuck. When you step out of the house, I'm gonna fly over and give you a white crusty right in the middle of the shiny spot. And don’t even try covering up the target with a hat chrome-dome!”

It’s a planet of creatures which are even bigger assholes than the Battery Operated Magic Toupee.