"Good Morning Class" Part 2 - Journey to the Kingdom of Sleep

King ArtR and his Knights arrive at The Bridge of Yore Gonna PayPal. The Bridge Keeper will not let them pass. He is fat and odious--an ancestor of Christopher of Farley
Bridge Keeper: You who would cross here must answer questions three--or be cast into the malestrom below!
Sir DCAM Franklin: (to ArtR) let me your Majesty! (riding forth) Ask your questions you petrid pile of PayPalian pus!
Bridge Keeper: Whhhaaat!... Is your name?
Sir DCAM Franklin: Sir DCAM Franklin!
Bridge Keeper: Whhhhaaaat!... Is your quest?
Sir DCAM Franklin: To harass the Earl of Compucheap!
Bridge Keeper: Whhhaaaaat!... is your eBay seller ID?
Sir DCAM Franklin: I won't answer that! AAAAAAIIIIIIEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!
DCAM is flung into the abyss. Screaming like a wee lass.
Sir Southernbelle: I will go, Majesty!
King ArtR: Good man, Southernbelle!
Bridge Keeper: Whhaaaat!... is your name?
Sir Southernbelle: (baritone) Southernbelle!
Bridge Keeper: Whhhaaaat!... is your quest?
Sir Southernbelle: To grow a full beard!
Bridge Keeper: Whhhaaaat!.. is your gender?
Sir Southernbelle: (haughty) Man--you dolt! I mean-I mean wo-man!!!-- AAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIEEEE!!!!!!!!!
King ArtR steps up to the Bridge Keeper-
King ArtR: I am King ArtR of Coinalot!
Bridge Keeper: Whhhaaaaaat!... Is your quest?
King ArtR: To retrieve my Knights from The Kingdom of Sleep!
Bridge Keeper: Whhaaaaat!... is your Collector's Universe password?
King ArtR: Which one?
Bridge Keeper: (disturbed) Huh???!!
King ArtR: Which one, Knave? The Royal Account, or the one I trolleth with? Speak up, dog!
Bridge Keeper: (confused) I... I... uh...
King ArtR: I suppose you would like to know, so that you would use my account--and next thing I would find myself back in Coinalot with pictures of Fat Elvis' with rudely defined testicular packages hanging from every turret! All posted under my banner! I ask again! WHICH ACCOUNT!!!!!
Bridge Keeper: (holding head) I DON'T KNOW!!!!! AAAAAAAIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!
Sir Rotts: (looking down) Plonk.
King ArtR: Right. Let's move on!
King ArtR and his Knights are in the deep forest. Suddenly their way is blocked by a rag-tag assembly of forest hoodlums who look as if they were recently exiled from a leper colony
Forest Hoodlum: STOP! (puffing himself up) WE!... are THE GRADERS WHO CHARGE FEES!!! No one may pass but that we grade their coinage! For a fee... of course.
Sir DMWJR: Stand down, base man! We grade our own coins!
Sir dddangerousdan: You take our coins, tell us what they're worth, and we pay you for the privilege?
The Grader: In a nutshell.
King ArtR: BY THE GODS!
Sir RKfish: 'Tis highway robbery!
Sir Cam40: We grade our own coins, you SCUMBAGS!
--Silence--
Friar Numbori: What's wrong, Majesty?
King ArtR: (wistful) For a moment, I was reminded of the fallen Marguli...
The Grader: If you can grade yourselves--show us! Grade this Frankie!!!!!! (he holds the coin aloft) Otherwise, you must pay!
The Knights and King ArtR look frantically at each other
King ArtR: Why that is easy! A child could do it! (looking about) Archbishop of Coinguy1! Grade the Frankie!
The Archbishop: (whispering) I cannot, your Majesty! I can only grade from a scan! I know not Franklin halves!
King ArtR: (under his breath) Grade it or perish!
The Archbishop: (straightening himself) Well... yes... this is an easy one. Looking at the coin... it is obvious that it grades... BE BOP A-LULA!
The Grader: Be Bop A-Lula?
King ArtR: Just so!
The Grader: We have not heard of such a grade!
King ArtR: Then I would suggest you cannot see the forest for the trees, and you are not graders at all!
Sir Stman: (contemptuous) How many coins have you fingerprinted--you Graders Who Charge Fees?
The Grader: Why... why... NONE!
Sir Stman: He is a FRAUD your Majesty! All graders who charge fees fingerprint coins!
The Grader: (aghast) 'Tis a lie! Every coin is wiped with fine forest moss before placed in a mushroom cap and returned to thee!
Karl of Dork: Let us bodybag these Graders Who Charge Fees, your Highness. T'would be sweet revenge!
King ArtR: (thinking) No. It would be too easy. Oh, Graders Who Charge Fees... Hear me! We have with us seventeen trunkload of State Quarters. You may grade them all for us!
--Silence--
The Archbishop of Coinguy1: Look your, Majesty! The Graders flee as if pursued by rabid dogs! (turning to ArtR) Your Majesty?
King ArtR: (scowling) Be Bop A-Lula? We're lucky we weren't killed!
The Archbishop: Sorry, Majesty. If it had been a scan--
King ArtR: Silence!
King ArtR turns to his Knights
King ArtR: The road to The Kingdom of Sleep is now clear! ONWARD TO VICTORY!!!!!
All: (swords raised) BUWWWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAH!!!!!!
Squire Airplanenut: How cooleth!
Bridge Keeper: You who would cross here must answer questions three--or be cast into the malestrom below!
Sir DCAM Franklin: (to ArtR) let me your Majesty! (riding forth) Ask your questions you petrid pile of PayPalian pus!
Bridge Keeper: Whhhaaat!... Is your name?
Sir DCAM Franklin: Sir DCAM Franklin!
Bridge Keeper: Whhhhaaaat!... Is your quest?
Sir DCAM Franklin: To harass the Earl of Compucheap!
Bridge Keeper: Whhhaaaaat!... is your eBay seller ID?
Sir DCAM Franklin: I won't answer that! AAAAAAIIIIIIEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!
DCAM is flung into the abyss. Screaming like a wee lass.
Sir Southernbelle: I will go, Majesty!
King ArtR: Good man, Southernbelle!
Bridge Keeper: Whhaaaat!... is your name?
Sir Southernbelle: (baritone) Southernbelle!
Bridge Keeper: Whhhaaaat!... is your quest?
Sir Southernbelle: To grow a full beard!
Bridge Keeper: Whhhaaaat!.. is your gender?
Sir Southernbelle: (haughty) Man--you dolt! I mean-I mean wo-man!!!-- AAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIEEEE!!!!!!!!!
King ArtR steps up to the Bridge Keeper-
King ArtR: I am King ArtR of Coinalot!
Bridge Keeper: Whhhaaaaaat!... Is your quest?
King ArtR: To retrieve my Knights from The Kingdom of Sleep!
Bridge Keeper: Whhaaaaat!... is your Collector's Universe password?
King ArtR: Which one?
Bridge Keeper: (disturbed) Huh???!!
King ArtR: Which one, Knave? The Royal Account, or the one I trolleth with? Speak up, dog!
Bridge Keeper: (confused) I... I... uh...
King ArtR: I suppose you would like to know, so that you would use my account--and next thing I would find myself back in Coinalot with pictures of Fat Elvis' with rudely defined testicular packages hanging from every turret! All posted under my banner! I ask again! WHICH ACCOUNT!!!!!
Bridge Keeper: (holding head) I DON'T KNOW!!!!! AAAAAAAIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!
Sir Rotts: (looking down) Plonk.
King ArtR: Right. Let's move on!
King ArtR and his Knights are in the deep forest. Suddenly their way is blocked by a rag-tag assembly of forest hoodlums who look as if they were recently exiled from a leper colony
Forest Hoodlum: STOP! (puffing himself up) WE!... are THE GRADERS WHO CHARGE FEES!!! No one may pass but that we grade their coinage! For a fee... of course.
Sir DMWJR: Stand down, base man! We grade our own coins!
Sir dddangerousdan: You take our coins, tell us what they're worth, and we pay you for the privilege?
The Grader: In a nutshell.
King ArtR: BY THE GODS!
Sir RKfish: 'Tis highway robbery!
Sir Cam40: We grade our own coins, you SCUMBAGS!
--Silence--
Friar Numbori: What's wrong, Majesty?
King ArtR: (wistful) For a moment, I was reminded of the fallen Marguli...
The Grader: If you can grade yourselves--show us! Grade this Frankie!!!!!! (he holds the coin aloft) Otherwise, you must pay!
The Knights and King ArtR look frantically at each other
King ArtR: Why that is easy! A child could do it! (looking about) Archbishop of Coinguy1! Grade the Frankie!
The Archbishop: (whispering) I cannot, your Majesty! I can only grade from a scan! I know not Franklin halves!
King ArtR: (under his breath) Grade it or perish!
The Archbishop: (straightening himself) Well... yes... this is an easy one. Looking at the coin... it is obvious that it grades... BE BOP A-LULA!
The Grader: Be Bop A-Lula?
King ArtR: Just so!
The Grader: We have not heard of such a grade!
King ArtR: Then I would suggest you cannot see the forest for the trees, and you are not graders at all!
Sir Stman: (contemptuous) How many coins have you fingerprinted--you Graders Who Charge Fees?
The Grader: Why... why... NONE!
Sir Stman: He is a FRAUD your Majesty! All graders who charge fees fingerprint coins!
The Grader: (aghast) 'Tis a lie! Every coin is wiped with fine forest moss before placed in a mushroom cap and returned to thee!
Karl of Dork: Let us bodybag these Graders Who Charge Fees, your Highness. T'would be sweet revenge!
King ArtR: (thinking) No. It would be too easy. Oh, Graders Who Charge Fees... Hear me! We have with us seventeen trunkload of State Quarters. You may grade them all for us!
--Silence--
The Archbishop of Coinguy1: Look your, Majesty! The Graders flee as if pursued by rabid dogs! (turning to ArtR) Your Majesty?
King ArtR: (scowling) Be Bop A-Lula? We're lucky we weren't killed!
The Archbishop: Sorry, Majesty. If it had been a scan--
King ArtR: Silence!
King ArtR turns to his Knights
King ArtR: The road to The Kingdom of Sleep is now clear! ONWARD TO VICTORY!!!!!
All: (swords raised) BUWWWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAH!!!!!!
Squire Airplanenut: How cooleth!
Brevity is the soul of wit. --William Shakespeare
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"Senorita HepKitty"
"I want a real cool Kitty from Hepcat City, to stay in step with me" - Bill Carter
"I only grade from a scan" - classic!
Joe
As long as the Kingdom of Sleep doesn't contain a castle of French who look suspiciously like John Cleese......
Keep up the good work, Clank
nevermind, although i thought it the usual funny, especially as originally written.
to think I may have caused someone to censor their own work, aaaiiiiiieeeeeyyyyy
off with mine own head!!!!!
my apologies
z
"you are a disturbed individual" --high praise, indeed! I thank you sincerely for that.
Clankeye
I thank you for that now I have soda all over my keyboard and screen I should know by now not to drink anything while reading your posts what a nut you truly are
Keep up the great work
Now to clean up this mess
Paul
Keep up the good work.
Joe
Whaaatttttt a pleasent suprise.
Camelot
You didn't make me edit it--just make it a wee bit more palatable hopefully.
Sometimes thinking twice is better than the once over.
Carl
Terrific, Clank. Thank you, again!
A stressful day so far has been humerously corrected and I'm back in my chair in one piece ready to declare to my clients that better rate they were just quoted from that other mortgage broker is a farce and a petrid pile of PayPalian pus !
Carl they keep getting better, I can't believe you come up with this stuff weekly sheez.
Poor Mark, He's gonna eat that no scan thread for a long time. I can't stop cracking up someone kick me!
Thanks
Marc
09/07/2006
09/07/2006
Another great job, Clank. Keep 'em coming.
You've done it again! I am cracking up. Christopher of Farley-- The Keeper of The Bridge of Yore Gonna Paypal.
I also do believe from that photo he can be traced as a relative to Lord Marcovan too.
DCAM--
I am pleased you have a sense of humor about being sent up (or down in this case), a tip of the hat to you.
Carl
We'll use our hands and hearts and if we must we'll use our heads.
I'm fine now, thanks mark!!
I love your stories clankeye,thanks.
Brian.
Great job, Clank!
Here's a warning parable for coin collectors...
Just when you think Carl has topped himself he pulls out another rabbit from the hat.
Wow.Another terrific job Sir Clankeye.
Also,Thanks for the pencil job too.You nailed my character.
Are you pychic? hehe
Btw,I,m a huge fan of the old Python films and skits.This makes these reads so enjoyable for me personally.
Life of Brian,Holy Grail,and Jabberwocky are my all-time favs.
.............And now?
For something completely different.
A man with two Bust......Halfs....
So.You actually have two....eh,bust do you?
............wank.
Come on over ... to The Dark Side!
Camelot
<< <i>Where's Bear? (literally and figuratively) has anyone heard from him? >>
Good question Jimmy, it was posed yesterday I believe. I'm not here nearly as much since the witch-burnings began a week or so ago. (Along with the fact that I've returned to the workforce after a year-long hiatus, got kind of bored I guess!) Carl, you are still in top form, read both of your installments this week, I'm going to have to do something crazy to get in one again, had a line in one a few months ago and will do it again so help me Homerunhall!
Joe
Long live the Bear!
Joe
BWUAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
Are the trees in the forest Larches??
Andy
First POTD 9/19/05!!
Beautiful stuff. If I ran a numismatic periodical I way pay you to stop posting here and only write for MY magazine
Yes. I concur, Long Live Bear!
Clankeye
Clankeye
Camelot
Another great story.THANKS Clankeye.
Mybe if i hang around long enought,i'll get a Double edge sword.
Nice job.
K S
Can't wait until we actually brooch (?) the Kingdom of Sleep. I hope I can finagle my way into a part.
Clankeye, I still think these are publish-able.
Big bear
This is insane, I've re-read this installment twice again yet today , and keep coming up with parts understood better the day after, gosh this stuff is dangerously addictive
Marc
Carl
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'
"COINALOT!"
"Coinalot"!
"It's only a forum."
"Shh!"
"Knights, I bid you welcome to..."
GREAT JOB CLANK!
<< <i>Sir Southernbelle: (baritone) Southernbelle!
Sir Southernbelle: To grow a full beard! >>
Sir Clankeye, your writings are very funny, as usual, and I'm honored to have been included (but the correct appellation is Lady Southernbelle). Also, just for the record, I have no desire to grow a beard - really.
No matter what your views on the war, please support our troops, they are the true patriots.
You're a good sport, Lady Southernbelle.
Carl
<< <i>You're a good sport, Lady Southernbelle. >>
Your writings bring you honor, both for your wit and your powers of observation. My apologies for being so late with the "Thank you", I don't how how I missed this gem.
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But please, if you ever so honor me again, I would most appreciate Lady SB.
No matter what your views on the war, please support our troops, they are the true patriots.