Random Doobings

With a groan, what was left of the roof caved in. As Goodtime Slim cowered underneath the sofa, Captain Doobie waited paitiently inside the now-in-the-livingroom Torana until the dust died down. When it had he got out of the car via the window, as the door was prevented from opening by the remains of the television and a small occasional table.
"What do you think you're doing?" screamed Goodtime Slim, picking himself up and dusting himself off.
"Its not my fault," sulked Captain Doobie.
"Not your fault? I was sitting here reading the paper and you decided to drive the car in!"
"I thought it was the garage."
"Does this look like the garage?"
"It does a bit. Well, ish."
Goodtime Slim looked around at the now-destroyed room. "And what am I supposed to do now?" he asked.
"What do you mean?"
"What? You've just driven the car into the living room and you know perfectly well that the vicar is coming to tea!"
"Well," remarked Captain Doobie, "that certainly turned into a British sitcom in a hurry."