Robin Hood Page #2

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in me work, Sheriff.

I know, Otto, but you're way behind

with your taxes too.

Oh, have a heart, Sheriff.

Can't ya see he's laid up?

Come on, Otto.

You'd better sit down and rest.

Oh, thank you. Yes.

Let me give you

a hand with that leg.

Upsy-daisy. Bingo.

Oh, what they won't

think of next.

It smarts, don't it, Otto? But

Prince John says that taxes should hurt.

Now, see here,

you-you evil, flint-hearted...

Now, now, now, now,

save your sermon, preacher.

It ain't Sunday, ya know.

They call me a slob

But I do my job

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday, dear Skippy

Happy birthday to you

Well, now, sonny, that box

is done up right pretty, ain't it?

Well, Mr Sheriff, sir,

it's my birthday present, sir.

It sure is.

Why don't ya open it?

Oh, boy! One whole farthing!

Have you no heart? We all scrimped

and saved to give it to him.

Now, that's mighty "thoughty" of ya,

"widder" woman.

The family that saves together,

pays together.

Oh, now don't take it

so hard, sonny.

Prince John wishes you

a happy birthday too.

Alms. Alms.

Alms for the poor.

Hmm. Well.

Well, so far it's been

a cheerful morning.

- Keep savin'.

- What a dirty trick.

You poor old man.

Do come in.

Come in and rest yourself.

Thank ye kindly, Mother.

Thank ye.

Tell me now. Did me old ears hear

someone singin' a birthday ditty?

Yes, sir.

And that mean, old sheriff...

took my birthday present.

Did he now?

But be a stouthearted little lad,

and don't let it get ya down.

Gee whiz!

It's Robin Hood!

Happy birthday, son.

Oh, he's so handsome,

just like his reward posters.

Tell me, young man,

how old are you today?

Gosh. I'm seven years old,

goin' on eight.

Seven? Well, that does make you

the man of the house.

And I've got

just the right present for you.

For me?

Gee, thanks,

Mr Robin Hood, sir.

- Hey, how do I look, huh?

- Not much like Mr Robin Hood.

She's right.

There is something missing.

Of course! There you go.

Boy, oh, boy!

Now how do I look?

- The hat's too big.

- Shh! Mind your manners.

Yes. Mind your manners.

Don't worry.

You'll grow into it, young man.

Oo-de-lally!

I'm gonna try it out.

Goodbye, Mr Robin Hood.

Come again on my birthday.

Oh, you have made his birthday

a wonderful one.

How can I ever thank ya?

I only wish I could do more.

Here.

Now keep your chin up.

Someday, there'll be happiness

again in Nottingham. You'll see.

Oh, Robin Hood, you've risked so much

to keep our hopes alive.

Bless you. Bless you.

Gee. Did Robin Hood

really give it to you?

Yeah. And this is

his own hat too.

Gee. I'd sure like

to shoot your bow and arrow.

- Let me try it, Skippy.

- Oh, no, you don't.

- I'm gonna shoot it first.

- You're pointin' it too high.

I'm not either. Watch this.

Uh-oh. Now ya done it.

Right in Prince John's backyard.

Skippy, you can't

go in there.

Yeah. Prince John'll

chop off your head.

Like this.

Oh, I don't care.

I gotta get my arrow.

Wait a minute.

Toby might tattle on ya.

- Yeah, Toby. You gotta take the oath.

- An oath?

Put your hand on your heart

and cross your eyes.

Spider, snakes

and a lizard head.

"Spiders, snakes

and a lizard's head."

If I tattletale,

I'll die till I'm dead.

"If I tattletale,

I'll die till I'm dead."

Why, it's your turn

to serve, Marian, dear.

Are you ready, Lady Kluck?

Oh, as your lady-in-waiting,

I'm waiting.

I'm getting too old for this. Oh.

- Klucky, that was a good shot.

- Oh! Not bad yourself, dear.

Oh, my girdle's killing me.

- Where is it? Did you lose it?

- Well, it must be in there someplace.

Oh, Klucky, you look so silly.

Oh, look. There it is behind you.

Oh! Well, hello.

Where did you come from?

Oh, please,

don't tell Prince John.

Mama said he'll chop off my head.

Oh, don't be afraid.

You've done nothing wrong.

Oh, Marian.

What a bonny, wee bunny.

Now, who does this young archer

remind you of?

Oh. Well, upon my word,

the notorious Robin Hood.

That's right! Why, only

Robin Hood wears a hat like that.

Yeah, and look at

this keen Robin Hood bow.

Oh, Marian. Don't look around,

but I do believe we're surrounded.

- Oh, mercy.

- He snitched on us.

It's all right, children.

Don't be afraid.

- Please come here.

- Do you think it's safe?

- That's Maid Marian.

- Mama said she's awful nice. Come on!

He-Hey, you guys, not so fast.

Wait for me.

I told Skippy

he was shooting too high.

I'm so very glad he did.

And now I get to meet all of you.

- Gee. You're very beautiful.

- Are you gonna marry Robin Hood?

Mama said you and Robin Hood

are sweethearts.

Well, um, you see, that was several

years ago, before I left for London.

- Did he ever kiss ya?

- Well, uh, no.

But he carved our initials

on this tree.

- I remember it so well.

- You gonna have any kids?

My mama gots a lot of kids.

Oh, he's probably

forgotten all about me.

Oh, not Robin Hood.

I bet he'll storm the castle gates,

fight the guards...

rescue ya and drag ya

out to Sherwood Forest.

Now, just a moment there,

young man.

You've forgotten Prince John.

That old Prince John

don't scare me none.

I'm scared of Prince John.

He's cranky.

I, Prince John,

challenge you to a duel.

Take that. And that. And this.

Death to tyrants!

Slice him to pieces!

Oh, save me, my hero.

Save me.

Oh! Ouch!

That's not fair.

Mommy!

That's Prince John, all right!

- Ya-hoo! Now I gotcha!

- Oh! Mercy! Mercy!

He got me. I'm dying.

- Ohh!

- Did I hurt ya? Huh?

Now, this is the part where you drag

your lady fair off to Sherwood Forest.

Come on, lady fair. Let's go!

Oh, Robin,

you're so brave and impetuous.

Oh. So this is Sherwood Forest.

Yeah, I guess so.

Well, now what are we gonna do?

Well, usually, the hero

gives his fair lady a kiss.

A kiss? Oh, that's sissy stuff.

Well, if you won't, then I will.

They're kissing.

Ah, me. Young love.

Oh, it's a grand thing.

Oh, Klucky, surely he must know

how much I still love him.

But, of course, my dear.

Believe me, someday soon...

your uncle, King Richard,

will have an outlaw for an in-law.

Oh, Klucky! But when? When?

Oh, patience, my dear. Patience.

Remember, absence

makes the heart grow fonder.

Or forgetful.

Oh, I've been away so long.

What if he's forgotten

all about me?

Hey, lover boy. How's that grub

comin', man? I'm starved.

Rob? Robin.

Robaire.

- Hey!

- Hmm? What? What do you say?

Ah, forget it.

Your mind's not on food.

You're thinking about somebody

with long eyelashes...

and you're smellin'

that sweet perfume.

- Hey! Whoa! L-It's boiling over.

- You're burnin' the chow!

Sorry, Johnny. I guess I was

thinking about Maid Marian again.

I can't help it.

I love her, Johnny.

Look, why don't ya stop

moanin' and mopin' around?

- Just-Just marry the girl.

- Marry her?

You don't just walk up to a girl,

hand her a bouquet and say...

"Hey, remember me? We were kids

together. Will you marry me?"

No, it just isn't done that way.

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