Bottom Live 2003: Weapons Grade Y-Fronts Tour

No longer on Hooligan's Island, Richie and Eddie find themselves back in their flat in Hammersmith. Having locked himself in the lavatory for fifteen days, Eddie is disrupted when Richie barges in, discovering that his friend has transformed the room into a laboratory. Inside are various inventions, including "The Evacuator", a super-powerful vacuum cleaner that Eddie uses as a toilet, "The Patent Painless Tattoo Remover", alias a blunt hammer, and "Weapons Grade Lager", a self-perpetuating alcoholic drink that leads to a prolonged period of unconsciousness. Richie then discovers a trunk sent to him from his deceased uncle Peregrine Richard. Inside are the plans for the various inventions Eddie has supposedly either stolen or plagiarized. However, one invention remains untouched: Peregrine Richard's "elixir of life". Richie hurriedly drinks the potion hoping to gain immortality but is shocked when Eddie discovers that the substance is poisonous. In order to save his friend, Eddie reluctantly uses his very own time-traveling toilet (i.e. the "TURDIS"), to reverse time and stop Richie from drinking the Elixir. Fully restored, they realize that they can use the TURDIS to reach the theatre's bar before the audience, and depart immediately.

Richie and Eddie continue their search for the bar, having been unsuccessful for 3 1/2 years. During their escapades, Eddie manages to lodge Richie's head in the TURDIS door and dislodge it with a dynamite stick, Richie is forced to re-power the ship via friction he causes by pleasuring himself (leading to a mass-heckle from the theatre audience as orchestrated by Eddie). As an unforeseen result, the pair find themselves traveling further and further back through time, right back to the beginning of time itself. After a narrow escape from his shrinking underpants (triggered by the reversal of time), Eddie joins Richie as they discover the meaning of everything: pants (thanks to the appearance of the Mother Pants), and they depart by singing an ode to the ever-useful undergarment.