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Once upon a time when things were rotten, not just group, but also kids.
We're back.
Everybody take the pen.
Things were bad and bad and good.
Then they run and good.
Above soon a band of very men began.
They were up to say the flame-brained cotton.
Helping victims what their business, boy or boy was business good.
Good for Robin Hood.
They left.
They left.
They left.
They bought.
They drank.
They jumped a lot of cash.
When
other legends are forgotten, we'll remember back from rich.
Keepers and poor.
Make sense when they get more expensive.
So when other legends are forgotten, we'll remember back from rich.
That
Bertram announced the main course.
And do not shout in my ear.
Or allow me to do the honors, my leg.
I love drumstick, you bird.
Lovey.
That's an ox.
Oxes don't have drumsticks.
Oh, make it a wing.
I'll just have a small post and some crackers.
Home cooking.
I certainly missed it up north.
What were you doing in the north, country Bertram?
I went up there to collect delinquent taxes.
I am fed up with their habitual tardiness.
Last month they said that their taxes got lost.
In the laundry.
What's their excuse this month?
Equally poor.
They blamed it on the plague.
And they expect us to be sympathetic.
The plague.
Yes, your basic plague.
People lying in the streets, moaning, groaning.
Giving out an occasional street ice bolting, of course.
Well, shut up.
You haven't touched your food.
I've lost my appetite.
Thank you.
Let me do where was I?
Oh, yeah, moldy breath.
Nuretis and Nuralgia, fingernails curling, eyelashes falling off.
Teeth, itching, nostrils flaring, obstetical equilibrium.
Equilibrium too.
Believe me, you don't want to hear about it.
Oh, oh, stop packing.
We got to get out of here.
We saved them the wrong ox.
And it was contaminated.
They're going to get so sick and when they get better.
We better not be here.
For now on, we're known as the Galapagor base.
At least, it is proclamation time.
I hereby proclaim that we are banking Richard's
urgent request to send him the royal seal of England.
The only authorized seal of approval without which
he cannot sign treaties and could maybe end up dead.
The end.
Let no man say that we are not loyal to the wishes of King Richard.
The royal seal.
Well, there it is, lads.
King Richard's royal seal.
The official mark of England.
Yes, and without it, King Richard is powerless to
make the alliances he needs to return home safely.
But we'll get it to Richard on the next vote to the crusades.
Let's go.
Wait!
No.
This way.
I know a shortcut.
This chamber may tell me.
Now, that's what I call good and bad, sir.
Why, man?
This way.
Bougaloo.
Very well that it's business as usual.
Ready?
Of course.
That's the last time I miss dancing practice.
At a pet?
Yes, you break.
You break.
You break.
Help me.
Someone piping up the plague.
The plague!
I've got the plague!
The plague is off.
If it is the plague, no one must leave this room.
No, no, no.
You're not leaving.
You
run a grave risk of infecting all of Nullingham.
The pox are notting him.
Precisely.
Then who will you have to tax to oppress to scourge and humiliate?
Good point, Robin.
Although I hate to admit it, I think you may be right.
Oh, that hurt.
Listen, all of you.
To keep the plague from spreading, we must stay here for 24 hours.
That's the incubation period.
No, after that time, everyone who's still alive may leave.
Everyone who's not.
Well, I'm afraid you'll have to stay.
I will be hearing confessions over there.
It might be smart to have your bets covered.
If you know what I mean, and I think you do.
Robin, let us get one thing straight.
This throne room is my turn.
I'll run the shell, not you.
I don't know, Sheriff.
When it comes to leadership, I'm a national, you know.
I have an image to maintain here.
Very well.
It's your plague.
You there, guard.
I slayed all the plague victims and make them comfortable.
Ladies, follow some bandages and get plenty of hot water.
I thought we agreed that I would be in charge here.
Well, what do you want from me?
It's in my blood.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
Did someone help, please?
Herard's jod is playing!
Don't give up, I need to hang in there.
I had you fooled before midnight.
Put yourself in a meeting.
Take funny, John, boy.
I will dance.
Four
penance to five Hail Mary's and eight Our Fathers.
And twenty push-ups.
Folding, folding, folding.
Wonderful.
You can get up now, Isabelle.
I'm afraid she's not choking for anything.
It's John.
Oh, no.
Watch a downer.
It's Young Gilbert, Robin.
Have courage, Gilbert.
Men.
See to him.
My hands are shaking.
My mouth is drier than a dust mop.
I'm dripping with sweat.
You think I'm coming down with a plague?
I don't think so, little John.
Like all of us, you're just a little scared.
Me?
Scared?
Little John?
Scared?
I've never been afraid of anything in my life.
Hold me.
Oh, Robin, I'm so scared.
Hey, Rob.
This plague isn't kidding around, man.
That's too down.
I know, Ronaldo.
But whatever happens, we must get the seal to King Richard.
Yeah.
The way we're dropping off, the seals don't have to take the seal to King Richard.
It won't be easy.
But if I know our friend, the sheriff, whoever's left
standing will have to fight their way out of here.
If any of the merry men are left standing,
they'll have to fight their way out of here.
What did I tell you?
You were soon in your strength.
Fill your bellies.
I recommend the bagels and docks.
Oh, Friar, we're going to miss you, man.
Thank you, Ronaldo.
What do you mean?
You're going to pull through, Friar.
Friar, you have to pull through.
I don't know, Robin.
This plague is bigger than the both of me.
Robin, I don't think I can handle this.
Courage, little John.
Now, listen.
All of you, I want... Oh, I want you all to carry on...
Ah!
I don't think that's what the Friar had in mind, right Friar?
Not really.
Made Marion wanted in plague ward four.
I have to go now.
Oh, one last question.
Do you have major medical?
Sheriff, mm-hmm.
Could I ask you a favor, please?
Of course, Bertram, if it's a small one.
Could you fetch me another pillar?
Bit higher?
Just a bit lower, please.
Maybe I smidge to the left.
A bit to the right, Bertram.
One last request, then.
Very well, Bertram.
What is it?
I want to be one of Robin's nerrymen.
What?
Better one of them should go than one of us.
My Bertram, genuinely touched.
Could you fluff up my pillar?
Bit to the left.
A smidge to the right.
That's nice, thank you.
Robin, come quickly.
I think Friar tucks taken a turn for the worst.
He's acting awfully funny.
Friar, why are you acting so strangely?
I'm just hearing my own confession, Robin.
That's good, Friar, because I've got a little confession to my own to make.
Glad you're attention, please.
And now I'd like to introduce to you your next plague victim.
A wonderful human being and close personal friend.
Me.
But I want to tell you...
Alan.
Dear Alan.
I'm going fast, Robo.
Please, listen.
One last request.
Well, Alan, call it baby.
Another of their side bites the dust.
We will soon have number them.
Is that good, you Bertram?
Yes.
It just occurred to me that this plague might have a silver lining.
What?
Yes.
Today might be the day that we see the great Robin Hood.
Double over in pain.
Yes, yes, that's the idea.
And then fall to the floor with a thought.
Yes, that's it, exactly.
And then he would begin to moan pitiously.
Cry for help.
Help, I really mean it this time.
Shoebird, please.
My leash.
He's good.
The dye is cast.
The prince is fallen.
But we shall survive.
For we are the strongest.
This is a simple matter of mind over matter.
And all that matters in this matter is our minds.
And if our minds matter, this plague won't matter, no matter what.
What's the matter?
Alan, are you comfortable?
Yeah, I make a nice living.
I've got a few coins tucked away.
So are we, and they're oppressable?
Marion?
Yes, Sherry.
I am a man of few words, and our present situation cries out for bluntness.
I have always been.
Whenever I see your face, all these years, your presence, a kind of stirring.
How shall I say it?
All these years.
Oh, Robin, I wish we could be together this final name.
So do I, Marion.
For once, I envy the share of talking to my beloved.
What I'm trying to say is that I think I love you.
Thanks, but I'm already going to sleep.
And although it looks like we might not pull through this,
in case we don't, well, I just want you to know that I'm...
I'm sorry for all the times I've mistrusted you.
I'm proud to have served in the merry-men with you.
Hey, that's nice, man.
Thanks.
Hey, you're big and strong.
You're going to make it.
But in case I don't make it, I want you to have this bell buckle.
Gee, thanks.
Wait a minute.
This is mine.
Oh, that's where I got it.
Oh, Robin, quick!
It's little John!
Robin, think it's me.
Oh, see the Ronaldo.
I can take it.
Ronaldo, hang in there.
I'm going, Robin.
I'm going, going, gone.
No, no, no, no.
You can make it, Ronaldo.
I'm going.
This is it.
I can tell.
I see your whole life passing before my eyes.
No, no, no, no.
You're supposed to see your life, not mine.
I know, but you met a better class of people.
Well, it's up to me now.
I'm alone now.
I'm the last.
Roll, Robin.
It seems it's just the four of us.
You, me, make Madden and him.
Her.
Sorry.
Fitting irony, don't you agree?
But you and I have a last to remain.
Yes.
But I'll not let the plague do my job for me.
No, it's mine.
I battle for the end, Ben.
Sorry, Miss.
I won't have any fighting.
Sorry, Marion, but this is between us.
All right, drop him.
Freeze.
Marion, put that thing down.
No, drop those swords.
I'll use this if I have to.
No, bluffing.
Try me.
I think she means business.
May be, but she can only get one of us.
Yes, and I hope I'm not the one.
Drop them.
OK.
Back away from them.
Nice and easy.
No tricks.
That's better.
Now sit down at the table and no more fighting.
You don't look quite up to snuff for a battle anyway.
You look a little peek at yourself, Sheriff.
I'm not think that a little food wouldn't cure.
I have eaten all day.
Come to think of it when I have an eye there.
No, I hardly touched my salad at the banquet.
Did Bertram have a chance to suck before he keeled over?
Bertram, the scavenger.
Engate the ox like a pig.
Oh, you're much too harsh, Sheriff.
Everyone ate heartily, except you and I, of course.
It's the ox.
Of course it's the ox.
What do you think it was, chicken?
No, no, no.
It's the ox all right.
That was delicious.
A toast to good food, good wine, and bad women.
And to good king Richard.
Well, I know you don't like him, but that's ridiculous.
No, it's the plague.
Oh, that's what it is.
Goodbye, cruel world.
Thanks for the memories.
I have no regrets.
I did it my way.
I leave my legacy of evil, resting gentle on my mind.
Sheriff!
Pity me not, Robin.
Oh, no, no.
Pity yourself, for you won't have cuba to kick around anymore.
Good night, Mrs. Calabash, wherever you are.
It's a pity to waste such a great death scene.
What do you mean?
It wasn't the plague.
It was a simple case of 24-hour ox poisoning.
The coroners are clear, Robin.
Well, Sheriff, we hate to do your work for you.
But we'll see to it that King Richard gets his royal seal.
Oh, he lads.
Oh, shut up!
You know, Sheriff.
I was just thinking.
Yes, Bertram.
It's a shame it wasn't the plague.
If it were, Robinhood would be dead now.
Bertram, so would we.
You know what, Herbert?
That's Hubert, Maria.
Right.
Hubert.
After a scare like the plague, I'm glad I'm still
a living, breathing member of the Hermann race.
That's human race, Maria.
Good night, Princess Isabelle.
Good night, Sheriff.
Good night, John Boy.
Good night, Isabelle.
Good night, Maryam.
Good night, Prince John.
Good night, Maryam.
Good night, Sheriff.
Good night, Bertram.
Good night.
We never saw that ox again.
And as I grew older, I often wondered what became of it.
And if it ever knew the part it played in teaching us all a great lesson,
that memorable day in Nottingham Castle, when things were rotten.
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