"Good Morning Class" - The Dream of Coinalot
Clankeye
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There is great turmoil in Coinalot. The castle is preparing for a siege. Blacksmiths forge weapons, horses rear, children run for cover. A black sun glows through the smoke of many fires
King ArtR briskly enters the great hall. He is trailed by his war council, Sir Segoja, Sir GMarguli, and Sir Outhaul. He bellows at the assembled Knights
King ArtR: WHAT WORD?!! GOOD SIR KNIGHTS! WHAT WORD!!!!!?
Scattering three chickens, one pig and a mongrel dog97, Squire Wisconsin trips toward King ArtR
Squire Wisconsin: (breathless) Your Highness! We have a messenger! He brings news!
King ArtR: Who is this messenger?
The crowd parts and a very, very... large man emerges
Large Fellow: 'Tis I, your Majesty! The Friar FatMan! (there is a polite, smattering of applause, he bows) Thank you very much!
Archbishop of Coinguy1: (whispering) Beware your Majesty, he is a newbie and not to be trusted!
Sir Loki: What message have you for the King? And how came you by it?
Friar FatMan: Well, it's the darndest thing. I get up this morning, gonna do my business, and I find this scroll in my chamber pot!
Squire Airplanenut: Cool!
King ArtR: Well.. what is it? What's it about?
Friar FatMan: I can't really tell what it's about, your Highness. But, I think he wants me to post it for him...
King ArtR: WHO? (leaning close) Who wants you to post it?
MadMarty, the castle crazy man, leaps from a rafter and stands before them. He is a sorry assemblage of rags, bags and wild hair.
MadMarty: Who, who who, bwahahahaha... who indeed! (laughing maniacally) He but who is the the most VILE of men! He but who is the MEANEST, most FOUL! He who is the most carnivorous. He who is the despoiler... He who's very NAME IS A PLAGUE! A boil on the collective bottoms of---
King ArtR: ENOUGH!!!!!!!!!
--Silence--
Sir Spooly: Speak his name!--
Madmarty: I shan't!
Sir Irishmike: Tell us, dog!--
Madmarty: Can't make me.
Sir Toners: Pretty please?--
Madmarty: Guess?
King ArtR: (raging) TELL THE NAME OR FACE THE RACK!!!!!
MadMarty: (straightening his crooked body upright) His name....
All: (leaning in).....Yes???????
MadMarty: Is......
All: Yeeesssss....????????
MadMarty: (whispering) Pepperdoddles!
There is a collective gasp! Sir Agentjim007 leans over and puketh. The room erupts in chaos
Squire DCAMFranklin: By the Gods! Ol' Funderburke!!!!!!
King ArtR: SILENCE!!!! (To Friar FatMan) Pepperdoddles?
Pepper Doddles???!!!!!!!! Do you mean to tell me Coinalot is about to be attacked by some entity called PEPPER-DODDLES!!!!! Is this supposed to burn fear into the hearts of men? (mocking) Are you sure 'tis Pepperdoddles?
Friar Fatman: Well, yeah....
King ArtR: Not say... Twinkletoes and the Magic Ponies???
Friar Fatman: No your Highness--
King ArtR: Or perhaps we are to be attacked by Cherry Sprinkles and her hoard of little girls!!!!!!!!
Friar Fatman: (sputtering) Your... your Majesty--
King ArtR: BRING ME THE COURT MAGICIAN TRUTHTELLER!!
Truthteller enters the hall in flowing robe and pointed hat
Truthteller: Waz up?
King ArtR: Truthteller! My Magician! My Seer! Reveal the future to us so that we may know how to defeat this... (curled lip) Pepperdoddles.
Truthteller: (staring blankly) Are you high?
King ArtR: Oh, Truthteller... you who live backwards through time. You do not age--you youthen, so that you may reveal the future to us all!! Tell us now what it holds!!!!!!! I COMMAND THEE!!!
Truthteller: (yawning) Pretty much a bunch of guess the grade threads, toning vs. white, the occasional flame-war... bytching about PCGS, you know, the usual. Can I go now?.... Oh yeah, and Pedderdoddles says he's coming to the Peachstate Mace and Broadsword show and he's bringing bail money, cuz he plans to open a can of whup-ass on y'all.
Sir Marguli: THE IMPUDENT SCUMBAG!!!!
Cobbler Keets: Neg him!
There is a great crash as the heavy doors to the hall fly open. There in full armor stands Pedderdoddles
King ArtR: BY THE GODS!!!!!
In a moment of bravado and bravery unlike any seen in the history of Coinalot, Squire Wisconsin grabs the sword of Sir IrishMike and runs screaming toward Pepperdoddles
Squire Wisconsin: I shall save us your Majesty! I shall save us all!!!!!
He runs at Pepperdoddles who lifts his great sword.....
Cut to a small classroom in the town of Coinville, in a future far, far away
Wisconsin: (head on his desk, talking in his sleep) I shall save us your Highness.... I shall...
Mrs. Coinboard: Wisconsin... (shaking him) WISCONSIN!!
He looks up groggily...
Mrs. Coinboard: Good morning, Wisconsin!
Wisconsin: ...(confused) Good morning Mrs. Coinboard...
Mrs. Coinboard: A little tired today? Hmmm.....
Wisconsin: I... I was in Coinalot... (looks at GMarguli) And you were there. (points at Coinguy1) and you were there too!
Mrs. Coinboard: (smiling at him) There's no place like home, dear!
Wisconsin: I was saving you all... saving the castle. I was a hero!
--Silence--
Russ: (pointing) WHAT A MAROON!!!!!!!!!
All: BWWWHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The Angel of Marshall Bear addressing you, the reader: And so you see... it was all a dream. A dream of Coinalot.
The sound of a harp is heard as he fades gently, oh so gently away....
King ArtR briskly enters the great hall. He is trailed by his war council, Sir Segoja, Sir GMarguli, and Sir Outhaul. He bellows at the assembled Knights
King ArtR: WHAT WORD?!! GOOD SIR KNIGHTS! WHAT WORD!!!!!?
Scattering three chickens, one pig and a mongrel dog97, Squire Wisconsin trips toward King ArtR
Squire Wisconsin: (breathless) Your Highness! We have a messenger! He brings news!
King ArtR: Who is this messenger?
The crowd parts and a very, very... large man emerges
Large Fellow: 'Tis I, your Majesty! The Friar FatMan! (there is a polite, smattering of applause, he bows) Thank you very much!
Archbishop of Coinguy1: (whispering) Beware your Majesty, he is a newbie and not to be trusted!
Sir Loki: What message have you for the King? And how came you by it?
Friar FatMan: Well, it's the darndest thing. I get up this morning, gonna do my business, and I find this scroll in my chamber pot!
Squire Airplanenut: Cool!
King ArtR: Well.. what is it? What's it about?
Friar FatMan: I can't really tell what it's about, your Highness. But, I think he wants me to post it for him...
King ArtR: WHO? (leaning close) Who wants you to post it?
MadMarty, the castle crazy man, leaps from a rafter and stands before them. He is a sorry assemblage of rags, bags and wild hair.
MadMarty: Who, who who, bwahahahaha... who indeed! (laughing maniacally) He but who is the the most VILE of men! He but who is the MEANEST, most FOUL! He who is the most carnivorous. He who is the despoiler... He who's very NAME IS A PLAGUE! A boil on the collective bottoms of---
King ArtR: ENOUGH!!!!!!!!!
--Silence--
Sir Spooly: Speak his name!--
Madmarty: I shan't!
Sir Irishmike: Tell us, dog!--
Madmarty: Can't make me.
Sir Toners: Pretty please?--
Madmarty: Guess?
King ArtR: (raging) TELL THE NAME OR FACE THE RACK!!!!!
MadMarty: (straightening his crooked body upright) His name....
All: (leaning in).....Yes???????
MadMarty: Is......
All: Yeeesssss....????????
MadMarty: (whispering) Pepperdoddles!
There is a collective gasp! Sir Agentjim007 leans over and puketh. The room erupts in chaos
Squire DCAMFranklin: By the Gods! Ol' Funderburke!!!!!!
King ArtR: SILENCE!!!! (To Friar FatMan) Pepperdoddles?
Pepper Doddles???!!!!!!!! Do you mean to tell me Coinalot is about to be attacked by some entity called PEPPER-DODDLES!!!!! Is this supposed to burn fear into the hearts of men? (mocking) Are you sure 'tis Pepperdoddles?
Friar Fatman: Well, yeah....
King ArtR: Not say... Twinkletoes and the Magic Ponies???
Friar Fatman: No your Highness--
King ArtR: Or perhaps we are to be attacked by Cherry Sprinkles and her hoard of little girls!!!!!!!!
Friar Fatman: (sputtering) Your... your Majesty--
King ArtR: BRING ME THE COURT MAGICIAN TRUTHTELLER!!
Truthteller enters the hall in flowing robe and pointed hat
Truthteller: Waz up?
King ArtR: Truthteller! My Magician! My Seer! Reveal the future to us so that we may know how to defeat this... (curled lip) Pepperdoddles.
Truthteller: (staring blankly) Are you high?
King ArtR: Oh, Truthteller... you who live backwards through time. You do not age--you youthen, so that you may reveal the future to us all!! Tell us now what it holds!!!!!!! I COMMAND THEE!!!
Truthteller: (yawning) Pretty much a bunch of guess the grade threads, toning vs. white, the occasional flame-war... bytching about PCGS, you know, the usual. Can I go now?.... Oh yeah, and Pedderdoddles says he's coming to the Peachstate Mace and Broadsword show and he's bringing bail money, cuz he plans to open a can of whup-ass on y'all.
Sir Marguli: THE IMPUDENT SCUMBAG!!!!
Cobbler Keets: Neg him!
There is a great crash as the heavy doors to the hall fly open. There in full armor stands Pedderdoddles
King ArtR: BY THE GODS!!!!!
In a moment of bravado and bravery unlike any seen in the history of Coinalot, Squire Wisconsin grabs the sword of Sir IrishMike and runs screaming toward Pepperdoddles
Squire Wisconsin: I shall save us your Majesty! I shall save us all!!!!!
He runs at Pepperdoddles who lifts his great sword.....
Cut to a small classroom in the town of Coinville, in a future far, far away
Wisconsin: (head on his desk, talking in his sleep) I shall save us your Highness.... I shall...
Mrs. Coinboard: Wisconsin... (shaking him) WISCONSIN!!
He looks up groggily...
Mrs. Coinboard: Good morning, Wisconsin!
Wisconsin: ...(confused) Good morning Mrs. Coinboard...
Mrs. Coinboard: A little tired today? Hmmm.....
Wisconsin: I... I was in Coinalot... (looks at GMarguli) And you were there. (points at Coinguy1) and you were there too!
Mrs. Coinboard: (smiling at him) There's no place like home, dear!
Wisconsin: I was saving you all... saving the castle. I was a hero!
--Silence--
Russ: (pointing) WHAT A MAROON!!!!!!!!!
All: BWWWHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The Angel of Marshall Bear addressing you, the reader: And so you see... it was all a dream. A dream of Coinalot.
The sound of a harp is heard as he fades gently, oh so gently away....
Brevity is the soul of wit. --William Shakespeare
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Obscurum per obscurius
We'll use our hands and hearts and if we must we'll use our heads.
And each separate Morning Class wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished to read more; - vainly I had clung to his lore
From my computer relief from sorrow- sorrow from the time before-
For the rare and clever bard whom the angels named Clankeyeore-
Nameless here for nevermore.
And that Clankeye, never flighty, still is writing, still is writing
On the message board I read just a few feet from the office door;
And his stories have all the seeming of a demon's that is typing,
And I bet the light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be entertained - evermore!
Clankeye, this was SURRRRRRE worth the wait! Super job!
Thanks.
How do you continue to write at such a consistently high and entertaining level, week after week (uh, make that week and a half after week )?
"He is a sorry assemblage of rags, bags and wild hair." A classic Clankeye description!
"Sir Agentjim007 leans over and puketh" Jim's role is expanding, I see!
For a while, I was fearful that Wisconsin wasn't going to be the star...and that you and I would be sued for false advertising in the contest he won. Fortunately, he came through, big-time.
Thanks again, king of lore.
<< <i>There is a collective gasp! Sir Agentjim007 leans over and puketh >>
Puketh....that cracks me up !!!
of evil and sinister apprehension of things to come.O spirit of Christmas future, say not that evil tidings
are to be the fate of Coinalot. Is it in our power to forstall and foreswear such events by eatingeth all our
vegetables and partaking of the glee of the Holiday Season? Maketh us all good and noble and may peace
reignith upon the land from town to shire to Forum. Keepeth all evil doers from our gentle kingdom and in the
greater world outside, may all purchases have returneth guarantees. I hereby decree that I, King Art R shall rally the
forces of good grading and fair play against the evil alchemists , who would deflower virgin coins, trolls
who would disrupt our Realm and all others who wouldist sell schlock to my loyal lords, vassels and yeomen.
Camelot
Clankeye
I loved it!!! Thanks! I was starting to suffer some withdrawal symptoms, and am now totally cured.
Wayne
Wayne
www.waynedriskillminiatures.com
That was good as usual. I am honored to be mentioned in your story.
One question, now that I have received almost all of my prizes, What is the mystery coin I won??
Jay
It is a mystery. One which The Archbishop of Coinguy1 will solve for you.
Edit after reading Mark's post: But Coinguy, you told me Jay loved elongated pennies!
Clankeye
tale is the very best yet. The characters are developing with a rich texture and your using classics as
story lines is clever, entertaining and just wonderful. Thank you again for bringing joy to the Forum .
Thank the wife for putting up with all of us and thank you for all of your hard work. Regards Abe
Camelot
">Franklin Halves
">Kennedy Halves
I hate it when you see my post before I can edit the spelling.
Always looking for nice type coins
my local dealer
This was the best one yet Thank you
"The silver is mine and the gold is mine,' declares the LORD GOD Almighty."
Sounds like he's trying to steal airplanenut's role in the next episode.
09/07/2006
<< <i>It's a friggan die crack, you whackjob!!! >>
, oh ya, that was another dream!!! Ahhh, I needed a fix!!!
Thanks for the compliments. No, I am not a professional writer per say... I am a sing/songwriter and I have a lot of experience in writing lyrics. I also have college experience in writing plays, so I guess that can be useful with this stuff.
As far as coins I collect. I am interested in classic commems and mint sets. Kind of a toned coin buff, and I collect coins of my birthyear 1957. Pretty basic, really.
Again thanks for the good words. As I thank you all. I always am flattered that you enjoy the stories.
Clankeye
Hey don't knock it; even Tom Cruise had to start somewhere.
What an egotist!
Death to Clankeye!
Lee
Camelot
DAN
My first tassa slap 3/3/04
My shiny cents
The half I am getting rid of and me, forever and always Taken in about 1959
Here's a warning parable for coin collectors...
Take us another field trip.....pleaseeeeee!
reading the Christmas Carol and Coinguy1 mentions a Thursday tale. Actually, I glanced at the title and thought it was the previous Coinalot tale, so... just in case anyone else is a maroonic as I
ttt, PLONK, however you would like it