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

The rotten, everybody picked the presents.

Things were bad and that ain't good.

Then came Robin Hood, a bar.

Soon the men, the very men, he got it.

They were out to play the plane-brained cotton.

Help me make them twice the business.

Boy, a boy was business good.

Good for Robin Hood.

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

They jumped a lot of taxes.

They got the rich, get to the poor.

Excess, when they get more expensive.

So when other legends are forgotten, we'll remember back.

So when other legends are forgotten, we'll remember back.

I, Bertram of Nottingham, royal tax collector on behalf of Hubert,

Lord High Sheriff of Nottingham, to hereby proclaim,

there shall be a great public selling of land.

Whose land?

Yours.

Wow!

This is unseemly.

First you take all harmony and taxes and now you tell us you're selling our land.

What shall we have land?

Nothing, I imagine.

I'll take it now, please.

Let me drive.

Don't stand.

Hold your tongue.

No, I won't hold my tongue.

I won't.

This would never have happened if I'd good King Richard were here.

That's my silence.

No, it's that evil you soeper, Prince John

and his sheriff who commit these injustices.

Wait till Robin Hood hears the name.

What the hell?

You speak against the throne.

Put him in his place.

I'll never close your eyes.

Wait for me.

He's in his place, sir.

He's in his place, sir.

The one who leads us to the throne is the king of the palace.

Nice, tun.

Don't you agree, Snave?

Lovely.

Lovely.

Snively.

Snively.

Herb.

Something not good for me coming up.

Good day, Bertram.

Good day, Robin.

And how goes it, Bert?

Up to this moment, swell.

You know everyone, don't you?

Little Jean?

And the good friar tuck?

Buster, Bertram.

And Alan and Dale.

Thank you, Robin.

Thank you.

You're too kind.

But I'd like to take this opportunity to tell you

that there are a lot of people here, and Alan, please.

And I'll back to Robin.

And of course, you must know your twin brother, Ronaldo.

How could I forget such an embarrassing and disgraceful stain?

Oh, you've got a big mouth, man.

Easy, Bertie.

Not smart.

So, too.

Well, it looks like a royal text collector is weighted down with gold.

Why don't you like Bertie's burden whilst I compose a

message for him to take to the sheriff of Nottingham?

Let me see.

My dear frog face.

Is that a good start?

I don't like it.

Well, what think you of our terrier pigeon last?

You are late.

Herdwind.

A message.

My dear, what?

I, Robin of Loxley, vowed that so long as I ride free through the forest of show,

where the rightful end of the peasant shall never fall into the hands of Prince

John or the sheriff of Nottingham, his royal stooge.

Stooge, is it?

Ah, that's what it looks like from here.

Stooge.

Stooge, he calls for me.

The absolute goal of that man.

A common outlaw.

A burden.

Threatening me.

The royal stooge.

I hate him.

Oh, how I hate him.

All right, Merwin.

You can go now.

See you same time tomorrow.

Right, sir.

Thank you, sir.

Good shooting, sir.

You must think on how to break this news to my leech, Prince John.

I fear this will not sit kindly with him.

See?

My plan should you approve is simple, yet brilliant.

You write your own reviews, don't you?

It occurs to me that...

Made, Merwin.

What are you doing there?

Knitting.

Knitting seems more like spying to me.

Of course she's knitting.

She's doing this, isn't she?

Spying is this.

All right, the plan, the plan, speak.

My plan is to hold an archery contest.

An archery contest.

An archery contest.

Fantastic!

Pray, Lord Sharon, to what end an archery contest?

Yes, to what end?

To what end?

An archery contest will bring out the best archers in the land.

So, Herbert.

Herbert.

Herbert.

Herbert.

Herbert.

Robin Hood's pride would not permit him to stay away from the contest.

And when he comes, we will capture him.

Catching Robin?

Yes, we'll catch you, Robin.

And we'll take him to the dungeon.

And we'll put him in the rack.

And we'll cut off his hair.

And we'll make him eat asparagus.

Yes, son, son, I thought of that.

After me, you heathen!

Wait for the evening prayer.

I said wait.

We graciously thank you for what we are about to receive.

Hey, man.

Hey, man.

We fall for that every time.

Enjoy, enjoy.

Guys, guys, where's the man?

Where's Robin?

Ask the salt, would you please, Fred?

And you ask the question, why is this man our leader?

Now, I'm pleased.

What's the bad boy?

Oh, man, you want to talk about pain?

Well, no, don't worry.

You do that.

Man, I want to be like you.

I do everything like you.

You're beautiful.

You are the forest.

Well, thank you.

Robin, how do we do today?

Yes, we'll all know.

The day is receipts, please.

We stole from the rich 274 gold sovereigns.

We gave to the poor 264 gold sovereigns.

Even.

Can I have an apple?

Not even.

What happened to the other 10 gold sovereigns?

Hey, man, we got expenses.

You can run around the forest today for nothing.

I don't talk going up.

I know not where.

10 gold sovereigns.

Okay, okay.

He's the money.

Look, I make a wish.

I was kidding you.

Come on.

I was kidding you.

Do you realize that unless each peasant can produce 500 gold sovereigns,

Prince John will take their land?

Hey, guys, what are we going to do?

We will pray with all our might that Prince John has a change of heart.

And what if he don't?

Where's Colin?

Who goes there?

Friend and a foe.

Friend.

What about the horse?

Little John.

You can't be too sure about anything nowadays.

Very.

Robyn.

I have noone from the palace.

Noone's that because to you and I.

Robyn.

Oh, that's nice.

I want to talk about love, folks.

Take again, Richard.

It's finest work.

My darling, what is it?

What is what?

This news that might cost me my life.

Oh, yeah.

Little John, my bag please.

Here.

An Afghan will cost me my life.

Is it a poisoned Afghan?

No, Richard.

It has a message.

I needed it myself.

So, the sheriff of Nottingham is going to try

to lure me into the open by staging an archery.

As though our Robin would be full enough to walk at such an obvious drought.

So they think that I'll fall prey to my own vanity?

Yeah!

That's a good one.

Get my foe after go.

I'm the man.

But you can't.

You'll be captured.

That's just what the sheriff wants.

That's what I want to.

Oh, Lord!

Wait a bit, lad.

Don't you see?

If I'm captured, I will be taken to the royal dungeon.

That's right.

Wherein lies the royal treasure.

So?

So.

They capture me.

Huh?

You rescue me?

Yeah.

We rescue the gold.

Yeah.

Give that rescued gold to the peasants.

Yeah.

And the peasants thereby rescue their land.

Ah!

Nilees!

Nilees!

Nilees!

Nilees!

Nilees!

Nilees!

Let the finals of the royal archery contest commence.

The first archer, Lord Passy of Kambarpan.

The

second finalist, Sir Ronald of Lord McDonald's Golden Archers.

Bloody geraniumbao!

Gilbert, Lord high Sheriff of Nothengham Heeeeeeergg.

Rajuli, Isaac Duchy Wow!

Excalibut.

Excalibut.

The final finalist.

This is the old hermit of a show which forest.

Whoever.

Good shot, Robin.

Thank you.

In fact, just a bit too good.

I knew you'd like it.

I hope you enjoyed it, because it's your last.

Take him away.

I

don't like the sound of the prisoners today, Bertram.

All right, wretches.

You know what the sheriff wants.

I

really must come down here more often.

It's the only place I can genuinely unwind.

Oh, hi, the sheriff!

Good

friend Robin Hodders enjoying his stay here.

We should know in the dinkling of a ding-dang.

This is his cell.

Where is he?

Call the guard!

Show time.

Robin!

Get it on, Sheriff.

I'm a... Captain body.

Prince John is not unaware of the esteem with which you are held throughout the land.

And so...

We are thinking of this simple bargain.

In return for your freedom, you will deny your support to

King Richard and Sway to run Dying Allegiance to Prince John.

Prince John?

I would soon as swear my and Dying Allegiance to a toad.

You would, would you?

Well, perhaps we can persuade you differently.

Bring in the Iron Maiden.

Bring in the Iron Maiden!

Ever seen one of these, Robin?

Lovely piece of work, don't you agree?

Get in Bertram and let us show cocky Robin what this does to a man.

No!

You!

Change of heart, Robin.

You've been promised Bertram to a fairly well.

I'll never throw in my lot with vermin like you.

I was innocent as I was now.

But Prince John never, Prince John never, never, never, never, never.

You're not talking.

No.

Thank you.

You would see to you now.

But Prince John has decreed there will be no

executions while the royal ball is in progress.

But...

Robin, you shall have the singular honor of

being the first to die after the ball is over.

That's all!

The party's over.

Thank you.

Bradley Lance, follow me on Tinto.

I'd do you constantly avoid me.

Is it something I did?

Something I said.

Ben!

Oh, orchestra!

This is Robin's band!

Now, for our next number from the each of sideways and real.

See?

See this?

Bradley Lance, go arrest you, Robin.

It's a cure for gold.

Well, we keep them busy here.

Whilst?

In a minute, you'll be laughing out of the other side of all our face.

Has anyone here seen the royal stooge?

I have.

He's right over there.

That did it.

I'm finished.

I challenge you to come down here and say that.

Oh, no!

Now you're going to get it.

Hey!

Those are my mother's favorite drinks!

Oh, you have a funny little blemish right there.

Come

on, wipe me, please.

Oh, starblads!

To me, Thust!

Fire!

Oh, Robin, you were so brave.

Things so proud of you.

The peasants had their land back.

And the sheriff has an arrow shirt.

Well, I can't take all the credit.

For my good brave band was there risking their lives.

But enough, Robin.

We have such little time alone together.

We should not waste it in talk.

Our lives should be engaged in more pleasureable activity.

Oh, my dearest mere hand.

You want to talk about love?

You want to talk about what true, fine love is?

Alan, not dirt, but niceness.

Real people.

Human people.

Not people who use each other.

But people who want to build a relationship.

Maybe we have a family one of these days.

What will we put here for to work on a post office and die?

It's a kill me, that's all I feel.