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"Good Morning Class" -- Do You Like Coins-A-Lot?

In Coinalot King ArtR is in a foul mood. As usual.
King ArtR: I am bored and demand to be told a tale! Where is Clankeye the Royal Scribe?
Sir CCR: He is drunk... and eating donuts, Sire!
Sir Cladking: Nay, your Highness! He misspeaks. He is at Dunkin' Donuts with Sir Braddick!
King ArtR: By the Gods! Why?
Lord Lablover: For the plethora of wonderful donuts offered, majesty!
--Silence--
The collected court stares at Lord Lablover in disbelief
Lord Lablover: (whispering to Sir Singapore) What did I say?
Sir Singapore: (hushed) His Majesty hates the world "plethora." Did you not know?
King ArtR: (rising) Lord Lablover... would you say his Majesty has... a lot of coins?
Lord Lablover: (gulp) Yes, your Highness...
King ArtR: A rather large amount then...?
Lord Lablover: Yes... your Highness...
King ArtR: (putting his sword Excoinaber to Lablover's throat) Would you say that it is a "plethora" of coins...???
Lord Lablover: (sweating) Um.... maybe...?
King ArtR: BY THE GODS!!!!! (He raises his arms to strike)
WAIT!!!!!!!
His majesty stops in mid movement. There in the doorway is a bedraggled looking person, dressed like a peasant with a large ink stain on his upper lip
Scribe Clankeye: 'Tis my fault, your Majesty!
The crowd gasps. Many have never seen the Royal Scribe before
Sir NWCS: This is the Royal Scribe???
Sir AgentJim007: I shall Puketh! ....Twice.
Sir DHeath: He looks as if he came here on the Royal Dung Wagon!
Sir Ccrdragon: Smells like it too!!!!
King ArtR: Scribe Clankeye! Explain to us how you came to be in such a foul state? By the Gods it better be good too. No pressure though.
Scribe Clankeye walks to the middle of the hall. The room dims and a halo of light forms around him. The Knights and Ladies of Coinalot all sit cross legged on the floor their attention rapt upon him.
Scribe Clankeye: Well your Majesty, I was over at The Kingdom of Sleep when I heard about the new throne that Sir Iras4 had gifted thee. The beautiful lucite one with wondrous valuable coinage embedded in it. So I says to myself "Clank, you gotta see that!" and I set out for Coinalot. So I'm going by the The Abbey of Buyitnow, and who should I see? Saint Feldolini! Now, old Feldolini's in a world of hurt cuz he's got this thing with the Lady Lucy of Bop, only Sir Bear didn't know about it--but now he does--and he's like over at The Abbey using Saint Feldolini for jousting practice! Being the only decent thing to do, I shoot Sir Bear and me and Feldolini take off for the Bay of Eee--
King ArtR: (impatient) Get on with it!
Scribe Clankeye: So we get to the Bridge of Yore Gonna Paypal... and who should be keeping the gate? Feldolini's Evil Twin The Archbishop of Coinguy1!
There is a collective gasp!
Scribe Clankeye: Next thing I know The Archbishop and Saint Feldolini are rolling around in the dirt, scratching, biting, kicking, clawing because Saint Feldolini says he thinks "Monster" and "Rainbow" are overused when describing the Archbishop's codpiece! I'm even pulled into the tussle... Man! I finally break free--look up--just in time to see the two of 'em roll off the bridge and plummet into the Gorge!
King ArtR: BY THE GODS!
Scribe Clankeye: You ain't kiddin' by the Gods! So I says to myself "Clankeye, you best ski-daddle!" That's when MadMarty comes rolling up in the Royal Dung Wagon asking me if I need a lift.
King ArtR: And you got a ride hither?
Scribe Clankeye: Well... no, your Majesty. I look in the Dung Wagon and it's filled with Frankies! I mean I've got some pride! So I says "thanks, but no thanks" to MadMarty and lit out for the Bay of Eee.
King ArtR: Make this short Clankeye, or yee shall hang with Dpoole!
Scribe Clankeye: I'll hang with Dpoole, Majesty--he's cool. Anyway... I'm running for The Bay of Eee when I trip over the disembodied head of Sir Marguli and he's like trying to bite me, and calling me a SCUMBAG and stuff... and then this crazy Seth of The Thousand Questions starts asking me this plethora of--
King ArtR: SILENCE!!!!!!!!
--Silence--
King ArtR: (gritting his teeth) You said "plethora" scribe!
Scribe Clankeye: (bopping his forehead) D'oh!!!! Sorry, Majesty! Anyway... I get to the Bay of Eee and there's Sir ClarkofKent using the Royal Catapult to fling pieces of Karl of Dork into the water... so I ask him if I can catch a fling to Coinalot and--Va Wooommbb!!!! Here I is, your Majesty. Your beloved Royal Scribe! All ready to tell ya a story and dip that nasty little scowl right off the Royal Rumpus!
--Silence--
King ArtR: (quietly) Scribe Clankeye?
Scribe Clankeye: Yes, Your Highness?
King ArtR: How well do thou know me?
Scribe Clankeye: Well, gosh Majesty... well enough I guess...
King ArtR: Well enough to refer to "The Royal Rumpus?"
Scribe Clankeye: (gulp) Um... nice weather we're having ain't it?
King ArtR: BY THE GODS!!!! I'LL HAVE YOUR TONGUE REMOVED YOU INSOLENT PURVEYOR OF PUTRID PROSE!!! THE ROYAL RUMPUS?????? THEY'LL BE A PLETHORA OF CLANKEYE PIECES LINING THE COUNTRYSIDE--FROM THE BAY OF EEE TO THE KINGDOM OF SLEEP!!!
Squire Airplanenut: Cool!
Sir Marcmoish: Your Majesty, show mercy, the poor fool collects Carver commemoratives!
King ArtR: (regaining his composure) Hmmm, 'tis true. He has no good coinage like Sir Tradedollarnut. Scribe Clankeye, rather than deserving the Royal Wrath you shall have the Royal Pity. Poor, poor Scribe Clankeye. Next year's Maundy coins shall all go to you. Poor miserable wretch of a man. Toiling away in the bowels of the Castle writing ridiculous little tales that no one reads. Forgive my anger. A Blessing on thy house, you most reviled of creatures.
Scribe Clankeye: Well gosh, thanks, your Highness!!!
King ArtR: (turning to the crowd) His Majesty pronounces that the rest of this minute be officially known as CLANK MINUTE!
There is feeble applause
King ArtR: Let it also be known that it is frowned upon to start threads taunting him! For it is understood that his pea-sized cranium occasionally is over taxed by the business of living! And that one as slothful, lazy and vile as he, must by the very nature of his person, more often than not disappoint! In this spirit let us go forth and celebrate CLANK MINUTE!!!!!!!
There is great merriment in Coinalot. The Knights and Ladies remove themselves from the Hall to go feast. At last there is only Jester Shiroh and Scribe Clankeye
Jester Shiroh: (staring blankly at Clankeye) Hey...
Scribe Clankeye: (staring back) Hey...
Jester Shiroh: (pointing) BUWHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!!!!!!!
King ArtR: I am bored and demand to be told a tale! Where is Clankeye the Royal Scribe?
Sir CCR: He is drunk... and eating donuts, Sire!
Sir Cladking: Nay, your Highness! He misspeaks. He is at Dunkin' Donuts with Sir Braddick!
King ArtR: By the Gods! Why?
Lord Lablover: For the plethora of wonderful donuts offered, majesty!
--Silence--
The collected court stares at Lord Lablover in disbelief
Lord Lablover: (whispering to Sir Singapore) What did I say?
Sir Singapore: (hushed) His Majesty hates the world "plethora." Did you not know?
King ArtR: (rising) Lord Lablover... would you say his Majesty has... a lot of coins?
Lord Lablover: (gulp) Yes, your Highness...
King ArtR: A rather large amount then...?
Lord Lablover: Yes... your Highness...
King ArtR: (putting his sword Excoinaber to Lablover's throat) Would you say that it is a "plethora" of coins...???
Lord Lablover: (sweating) Um.... maybe...?
King ArtR: BY THE GODS!!!!! (He raises his arms to strike)
WAIT!!!!!!!
His majesty stops in mid movement. There in the doorway is a bedraggled looking person, dressed like a peasant with a large ink stain on his upper lip
Scribe Clankeye: 'Tis my fault, your Majesty!
The crowd gasps. Many have never seen the Royal Scribe before
Sir NWCS: This is the Royal Scribe???
Sir AgentJim007: I shall Puketh! ....Twice.
Sir DHeath: He looks as if he came here on the Royal Dung Wagon!
Sir Ccrdragon: Smells like it too!!!!
King ArtR: Scribe Clankeye! Explain to us how you came to be in such a foul state? By the Gods it better be good too. No pressure though.
Scribe Clankeye walks to the middle of the hall. The room dims and a halo of light forms around him. The Knights and Ladies of Coinalot all sit cross legged on the floor their attention rapt upon him.
Scribe Clankeye: Well your Majesty, I was over at The Kingdom of Sleep when I heard about the new throne that Sir Iras4 had gifted thee. The beautiful lucite one with wondrous valuable coinage embedded in it. So I says to myself "Clank, you gotta see that!" and I set out for Coinalot. So I'm going by the The Abbey of Buyitnow, and who should I see? Saint Feldolini! Now, old Feldolini's in a world of hurt cuz he's got this thing with the Lady Lucy of Bop, only Sir Bear didn't know about it--but now he does--and he's like over at The Abbey using Saint Feldolini for jousting practice! Being the only decent thing to do, I shoot Sir Bear and me and Feldolini take off for the Bay of Eee--
King ArtR: (impatient) Get on with it!
Scribe Clankeye: So we get to the Bridge of Yore Gonna Paypal... and who should be keeping the gate? Feldolini's Evil Twin The Archbishop of Coinguy1!
There is a collective gasp!
Scribe Clankeye: Next thing I know The Archbishop and Saint Feldolini are rolling around in the dirt, scratching, biting, kicking, clawing because Saint Feldolini says he thinks "Monster" and "Rainbow" are overused when describing the Archbishop's codpiece! I'm even pulled into the tussle... Man! I finally break free--look up--just in time to see the two of 'em roll off the bridge and plummet into the Gorge!
King ArtR: BY THE GODS!
Scribe Clankeye: You ain't kiddin' by the Gods! So I says to myself "Clankeye, you best ski-daddle!" That's when MadMarty comes rolling up in the Royal Dung Wagon asking me if I need a lift.
King ArtR: And you got a ride hither?
Scribe Clankeye: Well... no, your Majesty. I look in the Dung Wagon and it's filled with Frankies! I mean I've got some pride! So I says "thanks, but no thanks" to MadMarty and lit out for the Bay of Eee.
King ArtR: Make this short Clankeye, or yee shall hang with Dpoole!
Scribe Clankeye: I'll hang with Dpoole, Majesty--he's cool. Anyway... I'm running for The Bay of Eee when I trip over the disembodied head of Sir Marguli and he's like trying to bite me, and calling me a SCUMBAG and stuff... and then this crazy Seth of The Thousand Questions starts asking me this plethora of--
King ArtR: SILENCE!!!!!!!!
--Silence--
King ArtR: (gritting his teeth) You said "plethora" scribe!
Scribe Clankeye: (bopping his forehead) D'oh!!!! Sorry, Majesty! Anyway... I get to the Bay of Eee and there's Sir ClarkofKent using the Royal Catapult to fling pieces of Karl of Dork into the water... so I ask him if I can catch a fling to Coinalot and--Va Wooommbb!!!! Here I is, your Majesty. Your beloved Royal Scribe! All ready to tell ya a story and dip that nasty little scowl right off the Royal Rumpus!
--Silence--
King ArtR: (quietly) Scribe Clankeye?
Scribe Clankeye: Yes, Your Highness?
King ArtR: How well do thou know me?
Scribe Clankeye: Well, gosh Majesty... well enough I guess...
King ArtR: Well enough to refer to "The Royal Rumpus?"
Scribe Clankeye: (gulp) Um... nice weather we're having ain't it?
King ArtR: BY THE GODS!!!! I'LL HAVE YOUR TONGUE REMOVED YOU INSOLENT PURVEYOR OF PUTRID PROSE!!! THE ROYAL RUMPUS?????? THEY'LL BE A PLETHORA OF CLANKEYE PIECES LINING THE COUNTRYSIDE--FROM THE BAY OF EEE TO THE KINGDOM OF SLEEP!!!
Squire Airplanenut: Cool!
Sir Marcmoish: Your Majesty, show mercy, the poor fool collects Carver commemoratives!
King ArtR: (regaining his composure) Hmmm, 'tis true. He has no good coinage like Sir Tradedollarnut. Scribe Clankeye, rather than deserving the Royal Wrath you shall have the Royal Pity. Poor, poor Scribe Clankeye. Next year's Maundy coins shall all go to you. Poor miserable wretch of a man. Toiling away in the bowels of the Castle writing ridiculous little tales that no one reads. Forgive my anger. A Blessing on thy house, you most reviled of creatures.
Scribe Clankeye: Well gosh, thanks, your Highness!!!
King ArtR: (turning to the crowd) His Majesty pronounces that the rest of this minute be officially known as CLANK MINUTE!
There is feeble applause
King ArtR: Let it also be known that it is frowned upon to start threads taunting him! For it is understood that his pea-sized cranium occasionally is over taxed by the business of living! And that one as slothful, lazy and vile as he, must by the very nature of his person, more often than not disappoint! In this spirit let us go forth and celebrate CLANK MINUTE!!!!!!!
There is great merriment in Coinalot. The Knights and Ladies remove themselves from the Hall to go feast. At last there is only Jester Shiroh and Scribe Clankeye
Jester Shiroh: (staring blankly at Clankeye) Hey...
Scribe Clankeye: (staring back) Hey...
Jester Shiroh: (pointing) BUWHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!!!!!!!
Brevity is the soul of wit. --William Shakespeare
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Comments
Hmmmmmmmmmm
Deeper than the Bay of Eee.
As funny as ever!!!
I enjoyed that quite a bit. Marvelous as always.
I think there will be a riot here when a Monday comes and goes with no tales of Coin-A-Lot. I hope it never happens!
<< <i>using the Royal Catapult to fling pieces of Karl of Dork into the water >>
Hilarious! Of course, how often do you get to read the word "codpiece?"
Glad to have you back, noble Scribe.
OMG!!! I said plethora!
ARRGGGHHH!!! I said it again!!!
Total Copper Nutcase - African, British Ships, Channel Islands!!!
'Do not meddle in the affairs of dragons, for you are crunchy and taste good with ketchup'
Cool
and it sets us apart from practitioners and consultants. Gregor
Finally, someone with some cents!
of life won't interfere with your writing?
We'll use our hands and hearts and if we must we'll use our heads.
<< <i>...there's Sir ClarkofKent using the Royal Catapult to fling pieces of Karl of Dork into the water... >>
i hate getting flung! man, what's a guy gotta do to earn some respect around here???
K S
"Ask, and it shall be given you; seek, and ye shall find; knock, and it shall be opened unto you." -Luke 11:9
"Hear, O Israel: The LORD our God is one LORD: And thou shalt love the LORD thy God with all thine heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy might." -Deut. 6:4-5
"For the LORD is our judge, the LORD is our lawgiver, the LORD is our king; He will save us." -Isaiah 33:22
Thank you for another wonderful and unexpected tale.
09/07/2006
Coinalot: Where the residents of CU dwell
King ArtR: The Sovereign ruler of Coinalot
The Kingdom of Sleep: Rival kingdom to Coinalot. Known by some as NGC (Not Greater Coinalot)
The Bay of Eee: Body of water where the citizens of Coinalot go to buy and sell goods
The Bridge of Yore Gonna PayPal: Bridge on the journey from Coinalot to the Bay of Eee, now guarded by Seth of The Thousand Questions.
The Archbishop of Coinguy1: Counselor to ArtR and evil twin of Saint Feldolini
Saint Feldolini: foul tempered twin of The Archbishop of Coinguy1. Writer of weekly advice column.
The Royal Catapult: Preferred method of transport for the unsavory. Operated by Sir ClarkofKent--Royal Captapultist.
The Graders Who Charge Fees: Third party graders of the Coinalot realm. Held in low esteem by the populace.
The Lady of the Lake: An old broad known in the future as Mrs. Coinboard. Lives in The Bay of Eee. Guardian of Excoinaber.
MadMarty: Castle Madman of Coinalot. Singer of silly songs. Every Kingdom has to have one.
Dr. Dpoole: The Royal Head Shrinker. ArtR's personal therapist.
The Earl of Compucheap: Inventor of the Codpiece Caddy. Renowned in the kingdom for accenting his hair.
The Lady Lucy of Bop: Local hotty. Known for whipping out her Frankies.
The Abbey of Buyitnow: Home to Saint Feldolini, Friar Fatman and Madmonk the Madmonk.
Sir Bear: The "holiest" Knight in the Kingdom. Has defied death more times than Lucy's shown her Frankies.
Scribe Clankeye: Known as "The Lifeless." Chronicler of Coinalot
"By the Gods!" Preferred oath of King ArtR
Squire Airplanenut: Coinalot's coolest customer.
The Sorcerer Askari: A magician from the Dark Side. Constantly trying to lure the unwary into an abyss of blackness
The Open Lands: Large area of desert beyond Coinalot and The Kingdom of Sleep
The Dark Side: Calm place, where all known rules of numismatics are suspended.
The Registry Kingdom: Never been there. Haven't got a clue.
The Sheriff of Homerun Hall: Overlord and owner of the entire realm. Inventor of single serving microwavable Lasagna.
Excoinaber: King ArtR's sword. Given to him by the Lady of the Lake, aka Mrs. Coinboard.
Sir Cladking: Heir apparent to ArtR. Modern--noted pretty boy.
Jester Shiroh: The King's personal entertainer and friend. Has been known to juggle three different forums at once, while looking for employment.
The Royal Dung Wagon: Not as exciting as The Royal Cataplut, but a preferred method of transport out of the Kingdom, nonetheless.
The St. Valentine's Day Massacre: Notorious weekend in Coinalot when the fit hit the shan. A few Knights were Baggeth'd.
The High Priestess Carolj: Enforcer for The Sheriff of Homerun Hall. Capable of visiting the Ten Great Plagues upon Coinalot.
Puketh: Term denoting high praise from Sir AgentJim007
Karl of Dork: Kingdom contrarian. Torn asunder more times than state quarters grade MS 68.
I firmly believe in numismatics as the world's greatest hobby, but recognize that this is a luxury and without collectors, we can all spend/melt our collections/inventories.
eBaystore
K S
If anyone else has something to add to the Glossary, please feel free.
The Lifeless
question(s) - how DID sir Clankeye become so smelly? Was it from merely getting near Mad Marty's cart? Falling upon poor Sir Marguli's disembodied head? Some other explanation?
comment - way excellent!
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"Senorita HepKitty"
"I want a real cool Kitty from Hepcat City, to stay in step with me" - Bill Carter
Remember in the end of the Sherlock Holmes stories Sherlock is last seen wrestling his arch rival Professor Moriarty and falling over a water fall? Did we see the last of Sherlock?
Have we seen the last of Feldolini and his evil twin the Archbishop?
Who can say.
And yes it was the mere time spent in proximity to The Royal Dung Wagon that gave the Scribe his ripe bouquet. Those Frankies--phew!
Lucy is right though--I would not turn down a ride in her 55, Frankies and all.
Clankeye
And for those of you who haven't seen to new
Throne here's the adress http://members.aol.com/iras4/private/Coincheck.jpg
"Senorita HepKitty"
"I want a real cool Kitty from Hepcat City, to stay in step with me" - Bill Carter
I always thought it'd be great fun to hang with Clankeye!
Wild applause by the ensemble for this Clankeye minute!
Here's a warning parable for coin collectors...
Big Mike <><
Let your roots grow down into him and draw up nourishment from him, so you will grow in faith, strong and vigorous in the truth you were taught. Let your lives overflow with thanksgiving for all that he has done. --Colossians 2:7
"The silver is mine and the gold is mine,' declares the LORD GOD Almighty."
<< <i>Is Clank not the best coin comedy writer of ALL TIME >>
Thank you, I geniunely appreciate that. But I have to ask... are there any others?
LOL!
Clankeye
<< <i>The Dark Side: Calm place, where all known rules of numismatics are suspended. >>
LOL!!! Another great wonder, Oh Scribe o' the Minute!!
Come on over ... to The Dark Side!
<< <i>Sir CCR: He is drunk... and eating donuts, Sire! >>
<< <i>Sir Cladking: Nay, your Highness! He misspeaks. He is at Dunkin' Donuts with Sir Braddick! >>
Hey I made it in for the first time.
But hey, Thanks for having me included this week.
<< <i>HEY!!! WHERE'S "KARL OF DORK" IN THE GLOSSARY??? >>
He is so well infamous no introduction is needed.
It is better to dwell in the corner of the housetop, than with a brawling woman and in a wide house. - Proverbs 25:24
What a gem - you keep outdoing yourself - again I had not a minute earlier all day to laugh out loud as I just did - too bad, but boy it sure went a long way tonite, and will carry over definently into the week.
Your cliches and totally hilarious terms are downright funny bordering on chillingly excellence in ink - outdone by no one, and equal to none. You are the ultimate scribe!
Thanks
Marc
All i can say is,"AWESOME",every one else said the rest.
Thanks Man.
Capped Bust Half Series
Capped Bust Half Dime Series
We ARE watching you.
...Plethora, twice...
Yore Gonna Paypal
Dung wagon...
Well, Gosh, Not Greater Coinalot...
Terrific, Sir Clank. Thank you.
If you go to the top of the forum page and put "Good Morning Class" into the search box. All of them will appear.
Some of them where a bit topical to whatever might have been going on at the Forum during the time. It might be bewildering to slog through. But, if you choose to try, may God have mercy on your soul.
Clankeye
Note: it is late at night and I was watching a show on the History channel about Circus Sideshow Freaks. For some reason it compeled me to come read the forum. Odd.
<< <i>HEY!!! WHERE'S "KARL OF DORK" IN THE GLOSSARY??? ... Sorry, Dork. My clank eye can't see everything. Situation remedied ... Karl of Dork: Kingdom contrarian. Torn asunder more times than state quarters grade MS 68. >>
man, i love it! thank you thank you thank you, master clankeye - barbed bard of the badlands, he of the sweet voice & fork-ed tongue.
kingdom contrarian - is the kinda like the local librarian?
K S
you evil man .. I can't stop saying plethora
All morning I'm running the following line by my clients :
" we've got a plethora of rates and programs for you..."
and they respond with this bewildered look....you have what???
.."Thelma I knew this guy was a no goodnik why look at that weird look on his face when he blurted that..."
I'm doomed - I feel weird - wonder what others here are feeling these days???
Marc