"Good Morning Class" Final Chapter-- Waking The Kingdom of Sleep
Clankeye
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King ArtR and his Knights are close to The Kingdom of Sleep
MadMarty: (trailing behind King ArtR, singing)
King ArtR is a rabid squirrel
Hiding like a little girl
His nuts will decorate my wall
I am the Sheriff of Homerun Hall
King ArtR: (sternly) Sing a different song, madman!
Madmarty continues
In Coinalot I've heard it said
King ArtR crys and wets his bed
He fears The Sheriff of Homerun Hall
His coins all stink, and that's not all...
He's gutless, cruel and seldom right---
King ArtR: SILENCE!!!!!!
Jester Shiroh: I've heard better, your Majesty.
At long last King ArtR and his Knights stand before The Kingdom of Sleep. It's walls are painted white, and they are thicker than Coinalot's
King ArtR: Citizens of The Kingdom of Sleep! Hear me! I am King ArtR of Coinalot! Return to me that which is mine--or we shall pillage and burn your homes!
--Silence--
Sir Gilbert: They answer not, your Majesty!
King ArtR: Am I not being reasonable?
Jestor Shiroh: Perhaps the pillage and burn part, your Highness...
King ArtR: Oh... right. ...Kingdom of Sleep! Return to me that which is mine--or I shall have your heads on pikes! And your vitals on beds of lettuce!
Jester Shiroh: Good, your Highness--good. We'll work on it.
One week later...
King ArtR: Kingdom of Sleep! I grow weary of this game! Return my Knights or prepare to meet thy doom!
--Silence--
One month later...
King ArtR: Kingdom of Sleep! I tire of this impertinence! The Knights! Give 'em up! C'mon now!
--Silence--
A year has passed...
King ArtR: (weaving) Kingdom... of Sleep. YO! Anybody home??! Wake up... it's me--ArtR.
--Silence--
Sir Coulport: I'm cold, your Majesty!
King ArtR: Shut yer cake hole.
Three hours later Sir Coiniac leaps to his feet and points at the Castle
Sir Coiniac: LOOK YOUR MAJESTY!!!!!!!!
An object comes catapulting over the walls and lands with a thud in front of King ArtR and his Knights
King ArtR: BY THE GODS!!!!!!
Lord Philly Joe: (astonished) Is it....?
Sir Ccrdragon: It can't be....
Sir AgentJim007: Puketh cometh...
The Archbishop of Coinguy1: By all that's Holy!!!!--
The projectile sits up and speaks
The projectile: WHOA!!!! That about cracked my die!!!
The Earl of Compucheap: KINKOIN!!!!!! RUNNETH AWAY!!!!!!!!!
The Knights: (falling over themselves to get away) AAAAAIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!
King ArtR: (pointing) YOU!
KinKoin: (bowing at the waist) Gorp, your Highness! This--is for you! (hands ArtR a scroll)
King ArtR: (reading) We have returneth'd what is yours. Now go away. PS-- we fart in your general direction.
--Silence--
(raging) BY THE GODS!!!!!!!
KinKoin: Hey! Want to see my Pis--
King ArtR: (sword to his throat) If you say it even once, I will kill you where you stand!
KinKoin: (hands up) Hey--I'm reformed!
King ArtR: Sir ClarkofKent! Ready the Royal Catapult!
KinKoin: Let's not be hasty, your Highness! There is much I could teach you about errors!
King ArtR: I know about errors. I shall redress one now. Pick him up!
KinKoin is loaded on the Catapult and... it is fired. The lump disappears over the walls of The Kingdom of Sleep. A faint "thud" is heard
Squire Airplanenut: Cool.
Sir Coinosaurous: He was a parasite, your Highness.
King ArtR: Just so.
Sir ClarkofKent: Can we go home now, your Majesty? Home to Coinalot?
King ArtR: Yes.
Sir Bear: But what of our Knights, your Highness?
King ArtR: Our Knights know the way home, Sir Bear. If they seek it--they will find it.
He moves toward his horse
King ArtR: I will leave them with this thought however...
(turning to the castle with a broad smile) I WAGGLE MY PRIVATE PARTS IN YOUR AUNTIE'S FACE!!!!
The Knights: BUWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!!!!!!
King ArtR and his Knights... head for home.
MadMarty: (trailing behind King ArtR, singing)
King ArtR is a rabid squirrel
Hiding like a little girl
His nuts will decorate my wall
I am the Sheriff of Homerun Hall
King ArtR: (sternly) Sing a different song, madman!
Madmarty continues
In Coinalot I've heard it said
King ArtR crys and wets his bed
He fears The Sheriff of Homerun Hall
His coins all stink, and that's not all...
He's gutless, cruel and seldom right---
King ArtR: SILENCE!!!!!!
Jester Shiroh: I've heard better, your Majesty.
At long last King ArtR and his Knights stand before The Kingdom of Sleep. It's walls are painted white, and they are thicker than Coinalot's
King ArtR: Citizens of The Kingdom of Sleep! Hear me! I am King ArtR of Coinalot! Return to me that which is mine--or we shall pillage and burn your homes!
--Silence--
Sir Gilbert: They answer not, your Majesty!
King ArtR: Am I not being reasonable?
Jestor Shiroh: Perhaps the pillage and burn part, your Highness...
King ArtR: Oh... right. ...Kingdom of Sleep! Return to me that which is mine--or I shall have your heads on pikes! And your vitals on beds of lettuce!
Jester Shiroh: Good, your Highness--good. We'll work on it.
One week later...
King ArtR: Kingdom of Sleep! I grow weary of this game! Return my Knights or prepare to meet thy doom!
--Silence--
One month later...
King ArtR: Kingdom of Sleep! I tire of this impertinence! The Knights! Give 'em up! C'mon now!
--Silence--
A year has passed...
King ArtR: (weaving) Kingdom... of Sleep. YO! Anybody home??! Wake up... it's me--ArtR.
--Silence--
Sir Coulport: I'm cold, your Majesty!
King ArtR: Shut yer cake hole.
Three hours later Sir Coiniac leaps to his feet and points at the Castle
Sir Coiniac: LOOK YOUR MAJESTY!!!!!!!!
An object comes catapulting over the walls and lands with a thud in front of King ArtR and his Knights
King ArtR: BY THE GODS!!!!!!
Lord Philly Joe: (astonished) Is it....?
Sir Ccrdragon: It can't be....
Sir AgentJim007: Puketh cometh...
The Archbishop of Coinguy1: By all that's Holy!!!!--
The projectile sits up and speaks
The projectile: WHOA!!!! That about cracked my die!!!
The Earl of Compucheap: KINKOIN!!!!!! RUNNETH AWAY!!!!!!!!!
The Knights: (falling over themselves to get away) AAAAAIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!
King ArtR: (pointing) YOU!
KinKoin: (bowing at the waist) Gorp, your Highness! This--is for you! (hands ArtR a scroll)
King ArtR: (reading) We have returneth'd what is yours. Now go away. PS-- we fart in your general direction.
--Silence--
(raging) BY THE GODS!!!!!!!
KinKoin: Hey! Want to see my Pis--
King ArtR: (sword to his throat) If you say it even once, I will kill you where you stand!
KinKoin: (hands up) Hey--I'm reformed!
King ArtR: Sir ClarkofKent! Ready the Royal Catapult!
KinKoin: Let's not be hasty, your Highness! There is much I could teach you about errors!
King ArtR: I know about errors. I shall redress one now. Pick him up!
KinKoin is loaded on the Catapult and... it is fired. The lump disappears over the walls of The Kingdom of Sleep. A faint "thud" is heard
Squire Airplanenut: Cool.
Sir Coinosaurous: He was a parasite, your Highness.
King ArtR: Just so.
Sir ClarkofKent: Can we go home now, your Majesty? Home to Coinalot?
King ArtR: Yes.
Sir Bear: But what of our Knights, your Highness?
King ArtR: Our Knights know the way home, Sir Bear. If they seek it--they will find it.
He moves toward his horse
King ArtR: I will leave them with this thought however...
(turning to the castle with a broad smile) I WAGGLE MY PRIVATE PARTS IN YOUR AUNTIE'S FACE!!!!
The Knights: BUWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!!!!!!
King ArtR and his Knights... head for home.
Brevity is the soul of wit. --William Shakespeare
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Pennies make dollars, and dollars make slabs!
....inflation must be kicking in again this dollar says spend by Dec. 31 2004!
Erik
COOL!
By the Gods! Is it really the final chapter? Me hopeth not.
Joe
You forgot the ending....
King ArtR and his Knights... head for home.
Hearing a tune in the backround
<< The Sheriff of Homerun Hall
Kincoin and me think he has no balls
We call him and give him fits
Because he won't slab our quarters that pisses or $hits
>>
OH, great story too.
P.S. Everyones seen the Well Hung Squirrel picture already no need to repost it here even though it would be appropiate.
09/07/2006
Long Live Clankeye,and the whole of Coinalot.
Carl,
Some of those lines are truly original.
So original its makes you laugh long after the puketh-ing has ended.
I truly hope this is only the end of this chapter, you must never stop writing, or I will leave numismatics altogether, and begin collecting used organs...umm pianos
Keep it up....
Marc
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We'll use our hands and hearts and if we must we'll use our heads.
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'
How do they get home? Do they have to ride the ferry across the SEGS river? Do they have to go through the Kingdom of Hager?
Inquiring minds want to know.
Well, here it is, Monday morning. Imagine King ArtR, happily riding back to his beloved Coinalot. Knowing that within the confines of his kingdom he will find peace, love, and understanding for all. His subjects in guilded harmony. Each bee perfectly assigned to the perfect flower--and the great Lyre of Life strumming it's soothing, magical tune.
Ah, so good to be home again.
Clankeye
"His nuts will decorate my wall"
Brian.
Confession denied!
You stand guilty as charged for being original in your choice of first class gut pounding pathetic humor, we implore you never to cease lest you end up in the Bay of Eee with Evil Greg
Marc
I loved the ending.
and it sets us apart from practitioners and consultants. Gregor
May we have a weekly vote to choose a forum member to be catapulted over the Kingdom of Sleep wall?! My first choice is WSM. He would be torn to shreds over there, worse than dorkkarl has been over here.
Over the wall with Wally?
It might be good and jolly!
To choose me would be folly.
Hooray, hooray, hooray.
Clankeye
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