THE NEW TALES OF COINALOT.....GOOD MORNING CLASS
Bear
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This tale is written as a tribute toClankeye, our noble Bard.
It was his genius that created all the variations of Coinland
as well as the main characters.Any resemblance between the
characters and the Forum Members is specifically on purpose.
------------- THE ROYAL OIL CAPER------------
It is a bright sunny day in Coinalot. The Royal Court is assembled
and King ArtR is sitting on his thone.
King ArtR: Sir Bear, is it true that you are on a Quest, for the Holy Grail?
Sir Bear : Sire, It is not the Holy Grail I seek but the cup.
King ArtR: Be thy cup Holy then?
Siir Bear: Nay sire. Tis not Holy. Cracked perhaps, chipped alongeth the
rim perhaps, but definitely not Holy....... Tis my coffee cup Sire.
King ArtR: Well be it then. Tis well to put such rumours to a well deserved rest.
King ArtR:Sir Brian de Guy, as high conselor, how doth the Royal Resources Goeth?
Sir Brian : All is well your Majesty.
King ArtR : Pray, tell me then Sir Brian, what is the status of the Royal oil?
Sir Brian : Well sire, We have enough castor oil to see us thru the summer months.
However, we are running a bit low on the olive oil for the salad dressing sire.
King ArtR : NO...NO.... NO.... you dunderhead. Is your sole purpose in life to ROIL THE ROYAL IRE?
I want to know about the GAS.
Sir Brian : Well sire, I had a little gas after lunch, but it seems much better now. Thank thee
for asking.
Kind ArtR : Twist my whiskers no more sir Brian, or I shall lay such a blow upon thy head as
to dislodge what ever remaines of thy brains. What is the current price at the pump for gas
you twit.
Sir Brian : Sire, the priseth is 3.37 Huan per gallon.
King ArtR ; One what?
Sir Brian : No sire, it is Huan.
King ArtR : Sir Brian, exactly what has Juan to do with anything?
Sir Brian : No Sire, it is Huan with a haitch.
King ArtR :Why are we using Chinese Money?
Sir Brian : Since they bought up the Royal Debt, your Majesty.
King ArtR : Sir Brian, I am not pleased with you. Not pleased at all.
King ArtR is by now quite red in the face and getting angrier by the minute.
King ArtR : Tell me sir Brian, what is your explanation of the Theory of Trickle Down?
Sir Brian : Well Sire, It is much like Sir Bear biting down on a jelly donut.
King ArtR : How so?
Sir Brian : Majesty, when Sir Bear bites one end, jelly drips from the other end and falleth
upon yon floor. Thus Sir Bear enjoys his snack, and the peasants get to lick the spattered
dripping from yon floor.
King ArtR .
rises from his throne and gesteres for his attending guards
King ArtR : Sir Brian you have vexed and tweedled me for the last time. Guards, take this Funny Bunny,
to the Royal Catapault and fire him into the Bay of EE.
Sir Brian is dragged screaming and struggling to his fate. with that, the sound of running is to be
heard in the Throne Room as Squire Airplane Nut comes running, late as usuall.
King ArtR : Hold Squire, ye are well aware of the penalty for lateness at the Royal Court. Come forth
and kneel before me and lowereth thy head. Guard, hand me my Royal Sword.
Slowly and with great menace, the king draws his great sword from its scabbard.
Sir Bear : Turns to Mad Marty and whispers, I fear that the lad is about to have his head cut off.
Mad Marty: I hope its only his head to be cut off.
King ArtR: holding his Great Sword above the neck of the freightened Squire, intones.
Notwithstanding the Squires grevious record of late attendence, but in recognition of his great contributions
to numismatics, his tremendous drives to raise money for medical research and his outstanding grade point average...
I hereby dub thee Sir Airplanenut. Rise Sir Knight!
Sir Airplane nut: COOL!
King ArtR : Sir Airplanenut, hence forth and for ever more, thou shall not reply to anything with the
word COOL
Sir Airplanenut : Coo........I mean, yes sire.
St Feldolini : OOH, OOH sire, can I pose a hypothetical question to the Royal Court?
King ArtR : Feldolini, thou taxeth the Royal Temper with your hypotheticals.
You are nothing but a GOODY TWO SHOES and you may stick your hypotheticals up
your WAZOO! Guards, take Mr GOODY GOODY and shoot him from the Royal Catapault.
Sir Bear: Sire I protest, I am offended by this action.
King ArtR : Guards take Sir Bear and shoot his sanctimonious, overstuffed, annoying pelt
from the Royal Catapault and make him fly. Just for fun, let the Croc loose in the Bay of EE.
Sir Airplanenut : Sire, Whats a wazoo?
King ArtR: Sir Knight, go up to yon Lady Lucy of Bop and ask her to illuminate you. However,
be careful of your Frankies, she kicks like a mule.
Ansd so we leave the land of Coinalot. All is as it should be, Sir Brian de Guy, Goody Two shoes Feldolini,
and Sanctimonious Bear are all swimming in the Bay of EE, the croc has been let loose, Squire Airplanenut has been made a Knight
and Lady Laura of Legend, is glowering at the Royal court and muttering ( I can beat any dealer in the room
with one arm tied behind my back)
Next Monday, tune in. What is to happen to that Sack of bones ,dressed in Rags, bags and tatters with a hank
of hair on top.....Mad Marty? Will Lady Lucy of Bop get to kick somebody in the Frankies? and What of the Royal Coin Collection?
Will Sir David of Hall be brought before King ArtR for questioning.?What secrets of the Grading room shall be uncovered?
It was his genius that created all the variations of Coinland
as well as the main characters.Any resemblance between the
characters and the Forum Members is specifically on purpose.
------------- THE ROYAL OIL CAPER------------
It is a bright sunny day in Coinalot. The Royal Court is assembled
and King ArtR is sitting on his thone.
King ArtR: Sir Bear, is it true that you are on a Quest, for the Holy Grail?
Sir Bear : Sire, It is not the Holy Grail I seek but the cup.
King ArtR: Be thy cup Holy then?
Siir Bear: Nay sire. Tis not Holy. Cracked perhaps, chipped alongeth the
rim perhaps, but definitely not Holy....... Tis my coffee cup Sire.
King ArtR: Well be it then. Tis well to put such rumours to a well deserved rest.
King ArtR:Sir Brian de Guy, as high conselor, how doth the Royal Resources Goeth?
Sir Brian : All is well your Majesty.
King ArtR : Pray, tell me then Sir Brian, what is the status of the Royal oil?
Sir Brian : Well sire, We have enough castor oil to see us thru the summer months.
However, we are running a bit low on the olive oil for the salad dressing sire.
King ArtR : NO...NO.... NO.... you dunderhead. Is your sole purpose in life to ROIL THE ROYAL IRE?
I want to know about the GAS.
Sir Brian : Well sire, I had a little gas after lunch, but it seems much better now. Thank thee
for asking.
Kind ArtR : Twist my whiskers no more sir Brian, or I shall lay such a blow upon thy head as
to dislodge what ever remaines of thy brains. What is the current price at the pump for gas
you twit.
Sir Brian : Sire, the priseth is 3.37 Huan per gallon.
King ArtR ; One what?
Sir Brian : No sire, it is Huan.
King ArtR : Sir Brian, exactly what has Juan to do with anything?
Sir Brian : No Sire, it is Huan with a haitch.
King ArtR :Why are we using Chinese Money?
Sir Brian : Since they bought up the Royal Debt, your Majesty.
King ArtR : Sir Brian, I am not pleased with you. Not pleased at all.
King ArtR is by now quite red in the face and getting angrier by the minute.
King ArtR : Tell me sir Brian, what is your explanation of the Theory of Trickle Down?
Sir Brian : Well Sire, It is much like Sir Bear biting down on a jelly donut.
King ArtR : How so?
Sir Brian : Majesty, when Sir Bear bites one end, jelly drips from the other end and falleth
upon yon floor. Thus Sir Bear enjoys his snack, and the peasants get to lick the spattered
dripping from yon floor.
King ArtR .
rises from his throne and gesteres for his attending guards
King ArtR : Sir Brian you have vexed and tweedled me for the last time. Guards, take this Funny Bunny,
to the Royal Catapault and fire him into the Bay of EE.
Sir Brian is dragged screaming and struggling to his fate. with that, the sound of running is to be
heard in the Throne Room as Squire Airplane Nut comes running, late as usuall.
King ArtR : Hold Squire, ye are well aware of the penalty for lateness at the Royal Court. Come forth
and kneel before me and lowereth thy head. Guard, hand me my Royal Sword.
Slowly and with great menace, the king draws his great sword from its scabbard.
Sir Bear : Turns to Mad Marty and whispers, I fear that the lad is about to have his head cut off.
Mad Marty: I hope its only his head to be cut off.
King ArtR: holding his Great Sword above the neck of the freightened Squire, intones.
Notwithstanding the Squires grevious record of late attendence, but in recognition of his great contributions
to numismatics, his tremendous drives to raise money for medical research and his outstanding grade point average...
I hereby dub thee Sir Airplanenut. Rise Sir Knight!
Sir Airplane nut: COOL!
King ArtR : Sir Airplanenut, hence forth and for ever more, thou shall not reply to anything with the
word COOL
Sir Airplanenut : Coo........I mean, yes sire.
St Feldolini : OOH, OOH sire, can I pose a hypothetical question to the Royal Court?
King ArtR : Feldolini, thou taxeth the Royal Temper with your hypotheticals.
You are nothing but a GOODY TWO SHOES and you may stick your hypotheticals up
your WAZOO! Guards, take Mr GOODY GOODY and shoot him from the Royal Catapault.
Sir Bear: Sire I protest, I am offended by this action.
King ArtR : Guards take Sir Bear and shoot his sanctimonious, overstuffed, annoying pelt
from the Royal Catapault and make him fly. Just for fun, let the Croc loose in the Bay of EE.
Sir Airplanenut : Sire, Whats a wazoo?
King ArtR: Sir Knight, go up to yon Lady Lucy of Bop and ask her to illuminate you. However,
be careful of your Frankies, she kicks like a mule.
Ansd so we leave the land of Coinalot. All is as it should be, Sir Brian de Guy, Goody Two shoes Feldolini,
and Sanctimonious Bear are all swimming in the Bay of EE, the croc has been let loose, Squire Airplanenut has been made a Knight
and Lady Laura of Legend, is glowering at the Royal court and muttering ( I can beat any dealer in the room
with one arm tied behind my back)
Next Monday, tune in. What is to happen to that Sack of bones ,dressed in Rags, bags and tatters with a hank
of hair on top.....Mad Marty? Will Lady Lucy of Bop get to kick somebody in the Frankies? and What of the Royal Coin Collection?
Will Sir David of Hall be brought before King ArtR for questioning.?What secrets of the Grading room shall be uncovered?
There once was a place called
Camelot
Camelot
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Give Sir Bear a hug
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I enjoyed it very much.
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<< <i>Thus Sir Bear enjoys his snack, and the peasants get to lick the spattered dripping fron yon floor. >>
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Thanks Bear.
Brian
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Lucy, that is one painful picture you posted.
Don't let it be forgot
That once there was a spot
For happliy ever-aftering...
Here in Coin-a-lot!
Clankeye
Nicely done Bear..... hypothetically speaking, of course.
Its just that nice people are always suspect on the
Forum.
Camelot
............
Nicely written, Bear. Although it reminds me of my horrible English class