Robin Hood Page #4

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to untie my buddy, or I'll...

Sheriff, release my buddy.

I mean, release the prisoner!

Untie the prisoner?

You heard what he said,

Bushel Britches!

Sheriff, I make the rules.

And since I am the head man...

Not so hard, you mean thing.

Let him go, for heaven sakes!

Let him go!

Yee-hee!

Love conquers all!

I owe my life to you,

my darling.

I couldn't have lived

without you, Robin.

There's somethin' funny

goin' on around here.

Now, P.J., tell my pal

to kiss Maid Marian...

or I've just found

a new pincushion.

Why, you...

Kill him! Don't stand there!

Kill him!

Don't hurt me. No! No! Don't hurt me!

Help! Help!

Kill him!

Run for it, lassie!

This is no place for a lady!

Take that, you scoundrel!

Help! Robin, help!

Marian, my love,

will you marry me?

Oh, darling, I thought

you'd never ask me.

Oh, but you could have chose

a more romantic setting.

- And for our honeymoon, London!

- Yes!

- Normandy!

- Yes!

- Sunny Spain!

- Why not?

Ooh, what a main event this is.

Yippee! Ya-hoo! Yippee!

What a beautiful brawl.

Hey! Who's driving

this flying umbrella?

- We'll have six children.

- Six?

Oh, a dozen, at least.

Take that!

Attention, everyone...

Stop the girl!

Take that, you scurvy knave!

Seize the fat one!

Long live King Richard!

Ya-hoo!

Hiss! You're never around

when I need you.

Coming. Coming.

For I'm a jolly good fellow

For I'm a jolly good fellow

Oh! Oh, there you are, old boy.

P.J., you won't believe this,

but the stork is really Robin Hood.

Robin Hood.

Get out of that, if you can.

Love, it seems like only yesterday

You werejust a child at play

Now you're all grown up

inside of me

Oh, how fast those moments flee

Once we watched a lazy world go by

Now the days seem to fly

Life is brief

But when it's gone

Love goes on and on

Love will live

Love will last

Love goes on and on and on

Once we watched a lazy world go by

Now the days seem to fly

Life is brief

But when it's gone

Love goes on and on

Oh, Robin,

what a beautiful night.

I wish it would never end.

Surprise!

Long live Robin Hood!

Hooray! Hooray!

And long live Maid Marian!

Bravo! Bravo!

Hear, hear!

Bravo! Bravo! Hooray!

And down with

that scurvy Prince John.

Yeah.

Oh, the world will sing

of an English king

A thousand years from now

And not because he passed some laws

or had that lofty brow

While bonny good King Richard

leads the great crusade he's on

We'll all have to slave away

for that good-for-nothin'John

Incredible as he is inept

whenever the history books are kept

They'll call him

the phoney King of England

A pox on the phoney King of England

He sits alone on a giant throne

pretendin'he's the king

A little tyke who's rather like

a puppet on a string

And he throws an angry tantrum

if he cannot have his way

And then he calls for Mom

while he's suckin' his thumb.

You see, he doesn't want to play.

Too late to be known as John the First

He's sure to known as John the Worst

A pox on that phoney King of England

Lay that country on me, babe.

Come on, Johnny!

Go, man, go!

While he taxes us to pieces

and he robs us of our bread

King Richard's crown keeps slippin'down

around that pointed head, ah

But while there is a merry man

in Robin's wily pack

We'll find a way to make him pay

and steal our money back

A minute before he knows we're there

Old Rob'll snatch his underwear.

The breezy and uneasy King of England

The snivellin', grovellin'

Measly, weaselly

Blabberin', jabberin'

Jibberin', jabberin'

Plunderin', plottin'

Wheelin', dealin'

PrinceJohn

That phoney King of England, yeah

He throws an angry tantrum

if he cannot have his way

He calls for Mom and sucks his thumb

and doesn't want to play

Too late to be known as John the First

He's sure to be known

as John the Worst

How about that?

That's P.J. To a "T."

Let me try. Let me try.

Too late to be known as John the First

He's sure to be known as John the Worst

The fabulous, marvellous,

merciful, ch-ch-chivalrous...

Oh, ya got it all wrong, Hiss.

The snivellin', grovellin', weaselly...

Enough!

But-But, uh, sire, it's a big hit.

The whole village is singin' it.

Oh, they are, are they?

Well, they'll be

singing a different tune.

Double the taxes.

Triple the taxes.

Squeeze every last drop...

out of those insolent,

musical peasants.

Man, oh, man. That Prince John

sure made good his threat.

And his helpless subjects paid dearly

for his humiliation, believe me.

Taxes, taxes, taxes.

Why, he taxed the heart and soul

out of the poor people of Nottingham.

And if you couldn't pay your taxes,

you went to jail.

Yep. I'm in here too.

Nottingham was in deep trouble.

Every town

Has its ups and downs

Sometimes ups

Outnumber the downs

But not in Nottingham

I'm inclined to believe

If we weren't so down

We'd up and leave

We'd up and fly

If we had wings for flyin'

Can't ya see the tears we're cryin'

Can't there be some happiness for me

Not in Nottingham

Friar Tuck.

I don't think anyone

is coming.

You're right, Sexton, but maybe

the sound of this church bell...

will bring those poor people

some comfort.

We must do what we can

to keep their hopes alive.

Oh. How can there be any hope

with that tyrant Prince John...

taxing the heart and soul

out of the poor people?

Yes, those poor people.

Look. Our poor box is like our church.

Empty.

Friar Tuck.

We've saved this.

It's not much,

but please take it for the poor.

Your last farthing?

Ah, little sister.

No one can give more than that.

Bless you both.

Oh, we were just saving it

for a rainy day.

Well, it's rainin' now.

- Things can't get worse.

- Howdy, Friar.

Well, it looks like I dropped by

just in time.

What does that big-bellied bully

want here?

Father, shh.

Hmm. Well, what have we got here?

Now, just a minute, Sheriff.

Th-Th-Th-Th-That's the poor box!

It sure is, and I'll just take it

for poor Prince John.

Every little bit helps.

Ooh. You put that back.

And His Majesty

also blesses you, little sister.

You thievin' scoundrel!

Now, take it easy, Friar.

I'm just doin' my duty.

Collectin' taxes...

for that arrogant, greedy,

ruthless, no-good Prince John?

Listen, Friar.

You're mighty preachy...

and you gonna preach your neck

right into a hangman's noose.

Get outta my church!

- Out! Out! Out! Out!

- Ooh! Ooh! Ooh! Ooh!

Oh, dear me.

You want taxes?

- I'll give you taxes!

- Ow!

Give it to him! Give it to him!

Give it to him, Friar!

You're under arrest

for high treason to the crown.

Oh, no.

Oh, there, there, Mother.

Every town

Has its ups and downs

Sometimes ups

Outnumber the downs

But not in Nottingham

S-sire, if I may...

may venture an opinion...

you're not your usual cheerful,

genial self today.

L-l-I know. I know.

You haven't counted

your money for days. Hmm?

It always makes you so happy.

Sire, taxes are pouring in.

The jail is full.

And... Oh!

I have good news, sire.

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