A place two streets down where Pork Scotch's cones are hidden from him. This lorry never seems to move and neither does the stolen cone.
PORK SCOTCH: Where's my cone? I bet a bloody nigger's stolen it. Wait. What's that on the back of the Maltby Lorry? It's my cone! Who put it there?
A good place to hide an illicit traffic cone. Therefore this is the most hated vehicle of little fat security guards who think they're the most important people in the world.
Why is Pork Scotch looking more miserable than usual?
He's just seen a Maltby lorry go past. Those things always give him nightmares.