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Once upon a time when things were rotten, not just boot, but also key.

Everybody kicked the panics.

Things were bad and that ain't good.

Then came Robin Hood, a bar, soon a band of very men, he got him.

They wore outfits made of plain green cotton, helping make them flood their business.

Boy, a boy with business good, good for Robin Hood.

They laughed, they loved, they bought, they drank.

They jumped a lot of chances.

They bought the rich, get to the poor.

They sang when they kept more expensive.

So when other legends are forgotten, Will they get perfect for things were rotten?

Game for Robin Hood.

They laughed, they loved, they bought, they drank.

They jumped a lot of chances.

They bought the rich, get to the poor.

They sang when they kept more expensive.

So when other legends are forgotten, Will they get perfect for things were rotten?

Game for Robin Hood.

Game for Robin Hood.

A courier approaches your highness.

Where do you mean your highness?

I'm at your highness.

I'm a prince, my brother Richie is your highness.

I am nothing.

As you wish.

A courier approaches your nothingness.

Right.

Oh no!

I just had the floor waxed.

Look, that made the smitterings.

And that made the smitterings.

A message of importance from King Richie the Lionheart.

Well, how do we know it's from him, huh?

My dear pea brain.

Well, that's him.

He's the only one who ever used to call me that.

I have been captured and imprisoned by Archduke Archibald, the Archduke of Austria.

And I'm destined to be executed in two weeks.

That's why it's good news.

Wait, however, I knew there was a catch to it.

The ransom of 20,000 gold sovereigns is paid to my emissary.

Upon his arrival in Nottingham, my life will be spared.

You're loving brother the King, and don't you forget it.

The PS, sorry about the floor.

It's wonderful.

We don't pay the ransom, and Richard will be pushing up daisies, and I will be King!

Exactly.

By your leave, my lady.

What message should I give the emissary?

Tell the emissary to come.

We shall collect the ransom.

Yeah, I speak with you, Sheriff.

Are you crazy?

We pay the ransom, Richard will live, and I won't be King!

And I won't have my own country!

And I want to put my face on the staff!

My legion.

I only said we would collect the ransom.

I never said we would deliver it.

Oh.

I get it.

I get it.

Oh, you're so bright, Herbert!

That's huge.

Well, both of you are bright.

Peabrain.

And on behalf of myself, and our beloved ruler,

who is too distraught to speak to you today...

Peabrain.

We beg of you once again, dig deep, and tighten that belt one more notch,

and to strip yourself of your very last farthing, the ransom our revered King,

revered King Richard.

We would lay down our very lies to show our loyalty to King Richard.

But how can we be sure that the ransom will be paid?

You have the word of Prince John himself and the sacred pledge of Hubert,

Lord Highshadow, of notting him.

Oh, my ears to seep me.

Are you saying you do not trust us?

Yes!

I see.

But for some reason, you have no faith in either the Prince or in me.

Very well.

Then pick someone of your own choosing to guard the ransom.

We choose the most trusted and honest man in the kingdom.

Me.

Robin Hood.

There be it.

Robin Hood will guard King Richard's ransom.

Get word to him.

Yes!

We have a way with you, Sheriff.

Are you crazy?

Robin Hood?

Trust my treachery, Sire.

If everything goes according to my plan, we will have the gold.

Robin Hood will be executed.

King Richard will be dead, and you will be King.

Brilliant, my sheriff.

It's like killing four gonsets with one funding.

Oh, I get to get rid of four gonsets.

I smell a trap.

I can't listen to your nose, little John.

My life is of little importance when King Richard hangs in the balance.

And you query why this man rules the Metropolitan Forest and its suburbs.

Is it his courage?

Is it his bravery?

Is it his boldness?

Or is it all of the above?

Robin, please.

Be careful.

I'm only doing what any loyal Englishman must do.

Boy, for once I'm glad I'm a resident alien.

Robin, wear this close to your heart.

It will nourish the spirit.

Thank you, Friar.

And use this if you have to.

It will knock a man senseless.

Goodbye, Alan.

I'm sure I speak for all the merry-men when I say... Alan, please.

We're not, though.

Say goodbye.

Goodbye, Robin.

No, not to me, to them.

You're going with me.

What?

Do I forget to tell you?

I really hate traveling alone.

Ordinarily, I would consider this a great honor.

Except, I'm in mortal fear of losing my life.

Lay aside your fears, my son, or he rides with you.

Stay, Padre, I'll lay aside my fears.

And my life...

We're not, though.

Men, I want you to station yourselves outside the castle.

We may need you in a moment's notice.

Yeah, and when we call, please, don't put us on hold.

Have a wonderful ride.

Come on, bones, baby, once a new pair of chickens.

Dragon's eyes.

Oh, too bad.

You've landed on Merling Garden.

Not good for you, Prince John.

I have four castles, two hugs and one tavern.

Let's see.

You owe me.

You

must be excited about spending the evening with us.

Not really.

I would soon have spent my evening talking to an English muffin.

Dost it.

However, we have more important things to do this night than to engage in worthless

repartee with the royal jackal and his obedient cur.

Oh, J��고, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Shut it.

You're not talking.

I am not.

Weptness, repartee indeed!

This is one English muffin you'll regret having banned.

And... but this is no time to talk of breakfast.

To the Treasury Room.

19,997.

19,998.

19,999.

20,000.

Well, peasant, how say you?

This is all his share.

20,000 gold sovereigns.

I shall go and tell the peasants.

Cold!

Before you join the rabble, let us make certain the ransom is safe.

Are not these walls and these floors of solid stone?

Yes, Lord.

And this door, is it not of case-hardened English steel?

Yes, Lord.

Do you see any other entrances or exits from this room?

Oh, no, will I.

Have we ever met before?

Where's you the sheriff?

Of course.

Amen.

We're not renting an apartment here.

We're just staying tonight.

My only concern was for the safety of King Richard's Oranson.

Well, then you'd better leave.

We wouldn't want any shifty-looking characters looking about now, would we?

Now be off and allow us to begin our vigil.

So be it.

Perfect.

We

have only but to await the arrival of the emissary and

Good King Richard will be well on the road to real freedom.

Robin, is your cookie with a tag?

Very in a dangerous pew to be seen here.

I do not for my own safety, but for yours.

I bring you sustenance.

Thank you, Mary.

Be alert, Robin.

I will.

If they want to steal the gold tonight, they'll have to steal me with it.

For tonight, the ransom place shall be my resting chest.

I'm going to sleep on it, Mary.

Too bad they didn't put the gold in a nice comfy bed for you.

This side.

Oh, man.

She's as sweet as her sustenance.

How are you going to do it?

How are you going to get the gold?

Not to worry, my leg.

My plan is not only flawless.

It is foolproof.

Yeah, but it will work.

That's the main thing.

Stay awake.

Go to the gold.

Stay awake.

Go to the gold.

Go to the gold.

Go to the gold.

The king's emissary has arrived.

Now, your man, take this ransom to the throne room.

Oh, no, you don't.

You're a fool to think I let anyone else touch this chest.

Ronaldo?

On the other hand, if you guys really want to pitch in.

Robin Hood, Sir Blondell, King Richard's emissary.

Sir Blondell, behold this.

That which we have guarded with our lives, the ransom of King Richard the Lionheart.

You would ransom our king with these.

They're just rocks.

Yeah, but they're just rocks, but they're pretty nice rocks.

You have to admit that.

Like the one you have in your hand.

Man, that's granted.

And that's what the kids are very hard to find.

No, no, no.

Oh, Robin, how could you?

He has finally shown his true colors as a traitor and a thief.

I am innocent.

And before you now, I accuse the sheriff and Prince

John of treachery to the throne of King Richard.

Yeah, I see no treachery here, but your own.

Robin of lockslay.

And having vested in me, King Richard's power of attorney and death, I decree that

you shall pay for this treachery with your lives.

Execute them.

Wait!

I'm of noble birth, and as such, I have the right to prove my innocence.

I've got rule.

The golden rule.

Do you want to others?

No, no, no, no, golden rule.

I want to see an execution.

No!

No, wait.

We have nothing to lose.

And only King Richard's life to gain.

Let the Robinhood play his charade and produce the ransom.

If he can.

I have a word with you, sheriff.

Are you wacko?

We've had him.

Now, if Robin finds the ransom, I won't be king.

Rest your brains, my page.

I have a geniusly hidden the ransom where Robin will never find.

Oh, you were such a smart owl.

And you look good and black too.

Prince John agrees.

Does it meet with your approval, Sir Blondell?

Oh, yes, yes, anything.

You have to sunrise, Robin of Lockslay, at which time

I shall leave this castle with the ransom or your head.

I opt for the former.

Is the former keeping or not keeping the head?

Keeping.

Put your down for the former.

And now show me to my chambers.

I have had a wearying journey and an eager for sleep.

Hey, man, there are 748 rooms in this castle.

How are we going to search all of them in four hours?

Some of them in Ronaldo.

I want them here as quickly as possible.

Wanna talk about a moment's notice?

Alan, please.

Men, we must find the goal before sunrise.

I want you to search everything and everybody.

Little John, you start here.

A prior tuck.

You take the north wing.

Ronaldo, the south.

Alan, you search the lounge area.

I'll never get the big room.

Hello!

Wonderful thumb of reading.

Don't you agree?

Hello!

Don't you love that big band sound?

We're going to be the king.

We are going to be the king.

We're going to be the king because some show that we are going to be the doubterio.

I didn't ask for spiritual guidance.

Did I?

Tough cupcakes by, son.

For I'm about to make this water holy.

There's no cold in there.

Back with the gold.

My, my, my, my Ducky just went down the drain.

Somebody shut the mouth.

Ducky!

Ducky!

Any luck left?

No.

Not with the ransom, but this is dynamite chambermate.

Not now, Ronaldo.

Time is precious every moment counts.

Oh, Lord!

Provide us with guidance.

Revitalize us with faith.

Give us a clue!

Look!

A clue!

A crack!

The crack is the clue!

Stand back from the crack!

Silence!

Is this what the emissary of the king must put up with?

First obeyed as hard as iron and now this infernal racket.

What is this, the Y?

Apology, sir.

Guard!

Show the emissary to more comfortable quarters.

Oh, sir, thank you.

I do hate to watch executions when I'm tired and cranky.

Let me show you what your trusted friend Robin has come up with so far.

I'm sorry.

May I help you?

Did you find anything in the mode, little John?

Anybody want to buy a duck?

Little John, what are you doing?

You said to search everything and everybody.

Two demerits, right?

Right.

Let's try.

I don't know.

Let's try.

The overzealous fool, he should have known that the only treasure in this room is you.

Oh, Robin, that's what I love most about you.

Your honesty.

Robin, morning draws near.

Yes, and we with no ransom to show for our efforts.

Perhaps now that the Lord Emissary is in more comfortable

quarters, he will sleep late and give you more time to look.

No, I'm afraid the Lord Emissary will... wait a minute.

What you just said, I must away.

Thank you, my darling.

Thank you.

The sun rises.

And Bertram, the game is over.

He did not pass go and he did not collect 20,000 gold saboteurs.

I would say that this game has been called on account of death.

The robins.

Robin of Loxley, having failed to find the ransom, in the name of King Richard,

I sentenced you to be shot through the heart

by an arrow or killed, whichever comes first.

Wonderful.

Multiple choice.

Archer, proceed with the execution.

This is an outrage.

Are we to stand highly by?

Well, murder is done.

No!

Archer's, fast in arrows.

Robin, what are the little guys for?

I guess that's in case we duck.

All your boastings.

Ready?

Don't we least get a chance to say farewell?

All right, all right, but hurry it up.

The grave diggers are on golden time.

Farewell, lovely Marion.

It's a pity we didn't get a chance to know each other better.

Brian?

Bless you, my son.

Robin, do you have anything up your sleeve?

No sleeves.

Goodbye, Ellen.

You're a big polluca.

I'm sure I speak for all the merry men.

When I say, Ellen, say it.

Be strong, big guy.

Then farewell to you, faithful armor of doom, King Richard.

I've failed you.

Bye-bye.

That's the first place I looked.

It was empty.

I know, little John.

I brought the ransom here from its resting place.

And just where was this resting place?

If you're resting place, the place upon which you could find no rest.

My resting place?

How did it get there?

I'm sure I don't know.

Do you, Sheriff?

Well, everyone home.

I must leave now.

But I assure you that news of these events will reach King Richard's ear.

Yes, he must know the deeds that Prince John performs in his absence.

Good deeds indeed.

For I have seen him dispense justice with an even

hand in allowing you to prove your innocence.

Where would you share a place?

Oh, Robin.

I'm so glad that the sheriff's archers didn't shoot you full a little home.

You think you're glad.

You should see the smile on this guy's face.

I'm dead too, Robin.

If she wanted a holy man, she could have dated Friar Town.

Hey, Robin.

Who said he ran for Robin Hood from King Richard?

Yes, sir, Master.

Wait, I'll need identification.

Good enough.

Oh, it's a singing crusade of Graham.

Here, Alan, you've got the pipes for this.

Hit it.

Dear Robin of Loxley.

My ransom arrived in gold.

I emerged.

You were a few sovereigns over, so I bought some knock-words.

The dungeon was dirty and dismal and damp.

If you plan to stop by, take the Stuttgart off ramp one more time.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Hey, for Robin Hood.