Chanel9 - Who remembers?

Anybody remember Chanel9 from FastShow. If you don't get this following story you have missed a lot. So here you go, News by Chanel9.

-Republicca presente... totalla bien antesta... C-h-a-n-e-l N-i-n-e!

[gong!]

-Bono estente.
-Bono estente. Pithie neptua kente nikita nutremos. Deferelas wavy line spooky tooth. Hah gutremenos hah bazooka.
-Hethethethethetheth kethethethethetheth.
-Marmelay no skiritu o milamok yakki da cakehole.

[slight pause]

-Filasti. Messago sponsoro lampa santa.
-Beneres? Nikko fuerto tippo magico - te "ORGAZMA-gizmo". Vo, tidiaka mit fon shoni beronico. Novello proboscis multo multo kinagrophos. Tefaselos action-pumpo! Zo, nea shopping, nea collo, te "ORGAZMA-gizmo". "Or-gazma-gizmo!" [pop!]

[pause]
-Putra barbarella ni kukos soy umbrella. Pesky foxes biscuits. Withenta an eh miscantrepo.
-Toto. Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn.

[pause]

-Fallia-hella fallia-hella fallia-helle fallia-helle Chris Waddle.
-Neketeros sporso tepia feteres weekend meterologicos mit Poula.
-Hello! Classiya costa para dos meterology a Valley Portos... scorchio! In lea por notra anterior... scorchio! E nu como a ta exterior... scorchio! Manto Blanco... scorchio! Coasta... oh! Nimbo cumulos!

[pause for stunned silence]

-Nimbo cumulos?
-Poula! Qui a parl? Nyethethes nimbo cumulos!
-Thei! Nimbo cumulos.
-Emergencia! Speciale report! Nimbo cumulos an coasta! Nimbo cumulos!
-Disastros! Emergencia! Ruin! Nimbo cumulos recordito sola nemo thako republica. To tutos prato touristicos, "Soy-oy-oy-oy-oy!"

[cut]

-You'd think they'd never seen a cloud before! Oh, we did laugh. They're even sellin' T-shirts of the cloud. We bought one each, meself an' Roy.
[subtitled as, "Nea shopping te t-shirts, uno solo shoppo totalitanos mia parl Roi"]

-Oh, I said to Roy, "I don't know whether they'll wash well." What did I say, Roy?
[subtitled as, "Lavato Chris Waddle bueno."]

-I don't know if they'll wash well.
[subtitled as, "Lavato Chris Waddle bueno."]

-An' then I seen this film crew, right, so I went up to this foreign man, I said, "Hello! We're from England, in the United Kingdom."
[subtitled as, "Hoopla multo film crews. Ki parl uomo tidiaka 'Sminki- pinki ne film, ono Igleteros."]

-I said, "Could we be in your film? We've seen loads o' clouds."
[subtitled as, "Opto multo multo nimbo cumulos"]

-What did I say, Roy?
-We've seen loads o' clouds.
[subtitled as, "Opto multo multo nimbo cumulos"]

-Well, I said, we are experts, meself an' Roy. But the foreign man said, "Could you go away, we're trying to film."
[subtitled as, "Nono spertos. Ne uomo tidiaka parl, 'Hethethethethetheth Pethethethethetheth."]

-What did I say, Roy?
-Methethethethetheth hethethethethetheth pethethethethetheth.
[subtitled as, "Bugger off you stupid English tourists." smack!]

-Stop showin' off. Roy.
-Hi! I'm Ed Winchester.
[cut]

-Tutolares meteorologicos. B-i-g-h-a-r-d-i-a. Tragedia.

[slight pause for continuing disbelief and shock]

-Nimbo cumulos. Hethethethethetheth methethethethetheth pethethethethetheth.
[trumpet plays solemn tune - it's the end of the world!]