All language subtitles for Robin.Hood.1973.1080p.BluRay.x265-RARBG_11_English

You know, there's
been a heap of legends

and tall tales
about Robin Hood.

All different too.

Well, we folks of the animal
kingdom have our own version.

It's the story of what really
happened in Sherwood Forest.

Incidentally,
I'm Allan-a-Dale, a minstrel.

That's an early-day folk singer.

And my job is to

tell it like it is.
Or was, or whatever.

Robin Hood and Little John
walking through the forest

Laughing back and forth at
what the other'n has to say

Reminiscing this and that

And having such a good time

Golly, what a day

Never, ever thinking
there was danger in the water

They were drinking
They just guzzled it down

Never dreaming
that a scheming sheriff and his posse

Was a-watching them
and gathering around

Robin Hood and Little John
running through the forest

Jumping fences, dodging trees
and trying to get away

Contemplating nothing
but escaping

And finally making it

Golly, what a day

Golly, what a day

You know something, Robin?
You're taking too many chances.

Chances?
You must be joking.

That was just a bit of a lark,
Little John.

Yeah? Take a look at your hat.
That's not a candle on a cake.

Hello. This one almost
had my name on it, didn't it?

They're getting better, you know.

You've got to admit it.
They are getting better.

Yeah. The next time that sheriff'll
probably have a rope around our necks.

Pretty hard to laugh
hanging there, Rob.

The sheriff
and his whole posse

couldn't lift you
off the ground.

- En garde!
- Hey, watch it, Rob.

That's the only hat I've got.

Come along.
You worry too much, old boy.

You know something, Robin?
I was just wondering.

Are we good guys or bad guys?

You know. I mean,

our robbing the rich
to feed the poor.

"Rob"?

That's a naughty word.
We never rob.

We just sort of borrow a bit
from those who can afford it.

Borrow? Boy, are we in debt.

That sounds like another
collection day for the poor.

Hey, Johnny boy?

Yeah. Sweet charity.

Taxes! Taxes!

Beautiful, lovely taxes!

Sire, you have an absolute skill

for encouraging contributions
from the poor.

To coin a phrase,
my dear counsellor,

rob the poor to feed the rich.

Am I right?

Tell me, what is
the next stop, Sir Hiss?

Let me see. I...

Yes. The next stop
is Nottingham, sire.

The richest plum of them all.

Nottingham.

A perfect fit, sire. Most becoming.

You look regal, dignified,
sincere, masterful,

noble...

Don't... Don't overdo it, Hiss.

There. That, I believe, does it.

This crown gives me
a feeling of power!

Power!

Forgive me a cruel chuckle.

Power.

And how well King Richard's
crown sits on your noble brow.

Doesn't it?

King Richard?

Look, I've told you never
to mention my brother's name!

A mere slip of
the forked tongue, Your Majesty.

We're in this plot together,
if you don't mind my saying so.

And remember, it was your idea
I hypnotised him and...

I know. And sent him off
on that crazy crusade.

Much to the sorrow
of the Queen Mother.

Yes! Mother.

Mother always did
like Richard best.

Your Highness,
please don't do that.

If you don't mind
my saying so, you see,

you have a very loud thumb.

Hypnotism could rid you
of your psychosis

so easily.

No! None of that! None of that.

Well, I was only trying to help.

I wonder.

Silly serpent.

- "Silly serpent"?
- Now look here.

One more hiss out of you, Hiss,

and you are walking
to Nottingham.

Snakes don't walk. They slither.

So there.

Now what about that for luck?

It's only a circus.
A peanut operation.

"Peanuts"? Why, you dunce.
That's the royal coach.

- It's Prince John himself.
- The prince?

Wait a minute. There's a law
against robbing royalty.

- I'll catch you later.
- What?

And miss this chance
to perform before royalty?

Here we go again.

Fortune tellers!

Fortunes forecast! Lucky charms!

Get the dope
with your horoscope.

Fortune tellers! How droll.
Stop the coach.

Sire, sire, they may be bandits.

Poppycock. Female bandits?

What next? Rubbish.

My dear ladies,

you have my permission
to kiss the royal hands.

Whichever you like, first.

How gracious!

- And generous.
- Sire! Sire!

- Did you see what they...
- Stop!

Stop hissing in my ear.

Hiss! You've hissed your last...

Hiss.

Suspicious snake.

Masterfully done, Your Excellency.

Now close your eyes and concentrate.

Close your eyes. Tight shut.
No peeking, sire.

From the mists of time,
come forth, spirits.

Okay, little fireflies.
Glow, babies, glow.

We're waiting.

Look, sire. Look!

Incredible.

Floating spirits.

Naughty, naughty.
You mustn't touch, young man.

How dare you strike the royal hand.

You'll break the spell.
Just gaze into the crystal ball.

A face appears.

A crown is on his noble brow.

A crown! How exciting!

His face is handsome,

regal, majestic,

loveable, a cuddly face.

Handsome, regal, majestic.

Loveable. Yes, yes.

Cuddly. That's me to a T.

It really is. Yes.

- I...
- Now what?

I...

I see your illustrious name.

I know my name! Get on with it!

Your name will go down,

down, down, in history, of course.

Yes! I knew it! I knew it!

Do you hear that, Hiss? You can't...

He's in the basket.

Don't forget it.

What have we here?

Solid-gold hubcaps.

The jackpot.

Robbed! I've been robbed!

Hiss! You're never around
when I need you!

- I've been robbed.
- Of course you've been robbed!

Fortunes forecast. Lucky charms.

After them, you fools!

No, no, no, no!

I knew it. I knew it.
I just knew this would happen.

I tried to warn you, but no,

you wouldn't listen.
You just had to...

Seven years' bad

luck. That's what it is.

Besides, you broke
your mother's mirror.

Mommy!

I've got a dirty thumb.

Well, even though Prince John

offered a huge reward
for the capture of Robin Hood,

that elusive rogue kept
right on robbing the rich

to feed the poor.

And believe me,
it's a good thing he did

'cause what with taxes and all,

the poor folks of Nottingham
were starving to death.

Here comes
old Bad News himself,

the honourable
sheriff of Nottingham.

Every town

Has its taxes too

And the taxes is due

Well, lookie there.

Friar Tuck,
the old do-gooder.

He's out doing good again.

- Well, good morning, Friar Tuck.
- Otto.

For you, Otto, from Robin Hood.

God bless Robin Hood.

It's the sheriff! Hurry, hide it! Quick!

Here I come. Ready or not.

Well, greetings

from your friendly
neighbourhood tax collector.

Take it easy on me, sheriff.

What, with this
busted leg and all, you know,

I'm way behind
in me work, sheriff.

I know, Otto, but you're
way behind with your taxes too.

Have a heart, sheriff.

Can't you see he's laid up?
Come on, Otto.

You'd better sit down and rest.

Thank you. Yes.

Let me give you a hand
with that leg.

Upsadaisy.

Bingo!

What they won't think of next.

It smarts, don't it, Otto?

But Prince John says
that taxes should hurt.

Now see here, you...
You evil, flint-hearted leech!

Now, now, now, now!
Save your sermon, preacher.

It ain't Sunday, you know.

They call me a slob
but I do my job

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday, dear Skippy

Happy birthday

To you

Well, now, sonny, that box is
done up right pretty, ain't it?

Well, Mr Sheriff, sir,
it's my birthday present, sir.

It sure is. Why don't you open it?

Oh, boy! One whole farthing!

Have you no heart?

We all scrimped and saved
to give it to him.

Now that's mighty thoughty
of you, widow woman.

The family that saves
together pays together.

Now, don't take it so hard, sonny.

Prince John wishes you
a happy birthday too.

Alms, alms, alms for the poor.

Well.

Well, so far it's been
a cheerful morning.

Keep saving!

What a dirty trick.

You poor old man.

Do come in.
Come in and rest yourself.

Thank you kindly, Mother.
Thank you.

Tell me now. Did me old ears
hear someone singing a birthday ditty?

Yes, sir.

And that mean old sheriff
took my birthday present.

Did he now?

But be a stouthearted little lad
and don't let it get you down.

Gee whiz! It's Robin Hood!

Happy birthday, son!

He's so handsome,
just like his reward posters.

Tell me, young man,
how old are you today?

Gosh, I'm seven years old,
going on eight.

Seven?

Well, that does make you
the man of the house,

and I've got just the right
present for you.

For me?

Gee, thanks,
Mr Robin Hood, sir.

Hey, how do I look?

Not much like Mr Robin Hood.

She's right.
There is something missing.

Of course! There you go.

Boy, oh, boy.
Now, how do I look?

The hat's too big.

Mind your manners.

Yes, mind your matters.

Don't worry.
You'll grow into it, young man.

I'm gonna try it out.

Goodbye, Mr Robin Hood!

Come again on my birthday!

You have made his birthday
a wonderful one.

How can I ever thank you?

I only wish I could do more.

Here. And keep your chin up.

Someday there'll be happiness
again in Nottingham. You'll see.

Robin Hood. You've risked
so much to keep our hopes alive.

Bless you. Bless you.

Gee, did Robin Hood
really give it to you?

Yeah, and this is his own hat too.

Gee, I'd sure like to
shoot your bow and arrow.

Let me try it, Skippy.

No, you don't.
I'm gonna shoot it first.

- You're pointing it too high.
- I'm not either. Watch this.

Now you've done it.

Right in Prince John's backyard.

Skippy, you can't go in there.

Yeah. Prince John
will chop off your head.

Like this.

Oh, I don't care.
I gotta get my arrow.

Wait a minute.
Toby might tattle on you.

Yeah, Toby.
You gotta take the oath.

An oath?

Put your hand on your heart
and cross your eyes.

Spiders, snakes and a lizard head.

Spiders, snakes and a lizard's head.

If I tattletale, I'll die till I'm dead.

If I tattletale, I'll die till I'm dead.

It's your turn to serve, Marian, dear.

Are you ready, Lady Kluck?

As your lady-in-waiting,
I'm waiting.

I'm getting
too old for this.

That was a good shot.

You're not bad yourself, dear.
My girdle's killing me.

Where is it?
Did you lose it?

- It must be in there someplace.
- Klucky, you look so silly.

Look. There it is, behind you.

Well, hello.

Where did you come from?

Please don't tell Prince John.

Mama said
he'll chop off my head.

Don't be afraid.
You've done nothing wrong.

Marian, what a bonny wee bunny.

Who does this young archer
remind you of?

Well, upon my word,
the notorious Robin Hood.

That's right. Only Robin Hood
wears a hat like that.

Yeah, and look at this
keen Robin Hood bow.

Marian, don't look around,

but I do believe
we're surrounded.

- Oh, mercy!
- He snitched on us.

It's all right, children.

Don't be afraid.
Please come here.

- Do you think it's safe?
- That's Maid Marian.

Mama said she's awful nice.
Come on!

Hey, you guys, not so fast.
Wait for me.

I told Skippy
he was shooting too high.

I'm so very glad he did.
Now I get to meet all of you.

Gee, you're very beautiful.

Are you gonna marry
Robin Hood?

Mama said you and Robin Hood
are sweethearts.

Well...

You see, that was several years
ago before I left for London.

- Did he ever kiss you?
- Well, no.

But he carved our initials
on this tree.

- I remember it so well.
- You gonna have any kids?

My mom gots a lot of kids.

He's probably
forgotten all about me.

Not Robin Hood.

I bet he'll storm the castle gates,
fight the guards,

rescue you and drag you
off to Sherwood Forest.

Now just a moment there,
young man.

You've forgotten Prince John.

That old Prince John
don't scare me none.

I'm scared of Prince John.

He's cranky.

I, Prince John,
challenge you to a duel.

Hey, hey!

Take that! And that! And this!

Death to tyrants!

Slice him to pieces!

Save me, my hero. Save me.

That's not fair.

Mommy!

That's Prince John, all right.

Now I've got you!

Mercy! Mercy!

He got me. I'm dying.

Did I hurt you?

No. This is the part where you drag
your lady fair off to Sherwood Forest.

Come on, lady fair! Let's go!

Robin, you're so brave and impetuous.

So this is Sherwood Forest.

Yeah, I guess so.

Well, now what are we gonna do?

Well, usually the hero
gives his fair lady a kiss.

A kiss? That's sissy stuff.

Well, if you won't, then I will.

They're kissing!

Ah, me. Young love.

It's a grand thing.

Klucky, surely he must know
how much I still love him.

But, of course, my dear.

Believe me, someday soon,
your uncle, King Richard,

will have an outlaw
for an in-law.

Oh, Klucky.
But when? When?

Patience, my dear. Patience.

Remember, absence
makes the heart grow fonder.

Or forgetful.

I've been away so long.

What if he's forgotten
all about me?

Hey, lover boy.

How's that grub coming?
Man, I'm starved.

Rob? Robin?

Robert?

- Hey!
- What? What do you say?

Forget it.
Your mind's not on food.

You're thinking about somebody
with long eyelashes,

and you're smelling
that sweet perfume.

- Hey, whoa! It's boiling over!
- You're burning the chow!

Sorry, Johnny.

Guess I was thinking
about Maid Marian again.

I can't help it.

I love her, Johnny.

Look, why don't you stop
mooning and moping around?

- Just marry the girl.
- Marry her?

You don't just walk up to a girl,
hand her a bouquet and say,

"Hey, remember me? We were kids
together. Will you marry me?"

No. It just isn't done that way.

Come on, Robbie.
Climb the castle walls.

Sweep her off her feet.
Carry her off in style.

It's no use, Johnny.
I've thought it all out

and it just wouldn't work.

Besides, what have
I got to offer her?

Well, for one thing,
you can't cook.

I'm serious, Johnny.
She's a highborn lady of quality.

So she's got class? So what?

I'm an outlaw, that's what.

That's no life for a lovely lady.
Always on the run.

- What kind of a future is that?
- For heaven's sake, son.

You're no outlaw.

Why, someday you'll be called
a great hero.

A hero?

Do you hear that, Johnny?
We've just been pardoned.

That's a gas.
We ain't even been arrested yet.

All right. Laugh, you two rogues.

But there's gonna be
a big to-do in Nottingham.

Well-done, ain't it?

Old Prince John's having

a championship
archery tournament tomorrow.

Archery tournament?

Old Rob could win that
standing on his head, huh, Rob?

Thank you, Little John,
but I'm sure we're not invited.

No, but there's somebody

who'll be very disappointed
if you don't come.

Yeah, old bushel britches,

the honourable sheriff
of Nottingham.

No, Maid Marian.

- Maid Marian?
- Yeah.

She's gonna give
a kiss to the winner.

A kiss to the winner!

Come on, Johnny!
What are we waiting for?

Wait a minute, Rob. Hold it.

That place will be
crawling with soldiers.

But, remember.

Faint hearts never
won fair lady.

Fear not, my friends.

This will be
my greatest performance.

Hiss, this is a red-letter day.

A coup d'état,
to coin a Norman phrase.

Yes, indeed, sire.

Your plan to capture Robin Hood
in public is sheer genius.

Hiss, no one sits
higher than the king.

Must I remind you, Hiss?

Forgive me, sire. I didn't mean to...

My trap is baited and set,

and then revenge!

Revenge!

Not so loud, sire.

Remember, only you and I know,
and your secret is my secret.

Stop! Stop hissing in my ear.

Secret? What secret?

Why, the capture
of Robin Hood, sire.

That insolent blackguard.

I'll show him
who wears the crown!

I share your loathing, sire.

That scurrilous scoundrel
who fooled you with that silly disguise,

who dared to rob you and made you
look so utterly ridiculous...

Enough!

Hiss, you deliberately dodged.

But... But... Sire, please.

Stop snivelling and hold still.

Thank you, sire.

Klucky, I'm so excited.

But how will I recognise him?

He'll let you know somehow.

That young rogue of yours
is full of surprises, my dear.

There she is, Little John.
Isn't she beautiful?

Cool it, lover boy.

Your heart's running away
with your head.

Stop worrying.

This disguise would
fool my own mother.

Yeah, but your mom ain't here.

You gotta fool
old bushel britches.

- Sheriff, Your Honour?
- Yeah.

Meeting you face-to-face
is a real treat.

A real treat.

Well, now, thank you.

Excuse me.
I gotta go win this tournament.

Hey, old Rob's not a bad actor.

But wait till he sees this scene
I lay on Prince John.

My lord.

My esteemed royal sovereign
of the realm.

The head man himself.

You're beautiful.

He has style, hey, Hiss?

You took the words
right out of my mouth, PJ.

"PJ"! I like that.
Do you know I do?

Hiss, put it on my luggage.

PJ.

PJ. Yes.

And you?

Who might you be, sir?

I am Sir Reginald,
Duke of Chutney.

And don't stick your tongue
out at me, kid.

And now, Your Mightiness,
allow me to lay some protocol on you.

Oh, no. Forgive me,
but I lose more jewels that way than...

Please sit down.

Thanks, PJ. Couldn't get
a better seat than this, could you?

The royal box. Hey! Hey, wait a minute!

What's... Excuse me, buster.

"Buster"? You, sir, have taken my seat.

Hiss, with you around,
who needs a court jester?

Now get out there and keep your
snake eyes open for you-know-who.

You... You mean, I...

I'm being dismissed?

You heard His Mightiness.
Move it, creepy. Get lost.

Begone, long one.

What cheek! "Creepy"?

"Buster"? "Long one"?

Who does that dopey duke
think he is?

- Now, he's up to something, Friar.
- Yeah. Come on!

Your Ladyship.

Begging your pardon,
but it's a great honour

to be shooting for the favour
of a lovely lady like yourself.

I hopes I win the kiss.

Well, thank you,
my thin-legged archer.

I wish you luck,
with all my heart.

I wonder.

Your Highness,
with your royal permission,

- we are ready to begin.
- Proceed, captain!

The tournament of the golden
arrow will now begin.

Yay, Dad!

A perfect bull's-eye.

Well, well.

That's what you call pulling it
back and letting it go, PJ.

I'm gonna win that golden arrow,

and then I'm gonna present
myself to the lovely Maid Marian and...

Listen, scissorbill, if you shoot half as
good as you blabbermouth,

you're better than Robin Hood.

Robin Hood, he says!

I'm tiptop, all right,
but I'm not as good as he is.

That kid's got class.
Ain't he, PJ?

Indeed he has, Reggie.

Bravo! Bravo! Yes.

By the way,

I hear you're having a bit of trouble
getting your hands on that Robin Hood.

He's scared of me,
that's what he is.

You notice he didn't
show up here today.

I could spot him
through them phoney disguises.

It's him! It's Robin Hood!

I just can't wait
till I tell His Majesty.

Unhand me, you...

Please, please! I don't drink!

Attention, everyone.

The final contestants are

the honourable sheriff
of Nottingham

and the spindle-legged stork
from Devonshire.

My dear, I suspect you favour
the gangly youth.

Why, yes, sire.

Well, at least he amuses me.

Coincidently,
my dear young lady,

he amuses me too.

For the final shootout,

move the target
back three paces.

You heard him, Nutsy! Get going!

Move it, you birdbrain.

And remember what
you're supposed to do.

Yes, sir, sheriff, sir.

Well,

that shot wins the golden arrow,
the kiss and the whole caboodle.

Yay! He did it,
he did it, he did it!

Archer, I commend you,
and because of your superior skill,

you shall get what
is coming to you.

Our royal congratulations.

Thank you kindly, Your Highness.

Meeting you face-to-face,
Your High and Mighty, is a real treat.

Release the royal fingers.

And now I name you the winner,

or, more appropriately,

the loser!

Seize him.

I sentence you to sudden,
instant and even

immediate death!

Oh, no!

Please.

Please, sire.
I beg of you to spare his life.

Please have mercy.

My dear emotional lady,
why should I?

Because I love him,
Your Highness.

Love him?

And does this prisoner
return your love?

Marian, my darling,
I love you more than life itself.

Young love.

Your pleas have not fallen
upon a heart of stone,

but traitors
to the crown must die!

Traitor to the crown?
That crown belongs to King Richard.

- Long live King Richard!
- Long live King Richard!

Enough! I am king!

King! King!

Off with his head!

Oh, no.

Stop! Executioner, stop!

Hold your axe!

Okay, big shot. Now tell them
to untie my buddy, or I'll...

Sheriff, release my buddy...

I mean, release the prisoner!

Untie the prisoner?

You heard what he said,
bushel britches.

Sheriff, I make the rules,
and since I am the head man...

Not so hard, you mean thing.

Let him go, for heaven's sakes!
Let him go!

Love conquers all!

I owe my life to you,
my darling.

I couldn't have lived
without you, Robin.

There's something funny
going on around here.

Now, PJ, tell my pal
to kiss Maid Marian,

- or I've just found a new pincushion.
- Why, you!

Kill him! Don't stand there!
Kill him!

Don't hurt me! No, no!
Don't hurt me! Help! Help!

Kill him!

Run for it, lassie!
This is no place for a lady!

Take that, you scoundrel.

Help! Robin, help!

Marian, my love,
will you marry me?

Darling, I thought you'd never ask me.

But you could've
chosen a more romantic setting.

- And for our honeymoon, London!
- Yes!

- Normandy! Sunny Spain!
- Yes! Why not?

What a main event this is.

What a beautiful brawl.

Hey! Who's driving
this flying umbrella?

- We'll have six children.
- Six?

A dozen at least.

Take that!

Attention, everyone.

Stop the girl!

Take that, you scurvy knave!

Seize the fat one!

Long live King Richard!

Hiss! You're never around
when I need you!

Coming. Coming.

For I'm a jolly good fellow

For I'm a jolly good...

There you are, old boy!

PJ, you won't believe this,
but the stork is really Robin Hood.

Robin Hood.

Get out of that, if you can.

Love

It seems like only yesterday

You were just a child at play

Now you're all grown up

Inside of me

Oh, how fast
those moments flee

Once we watched
a lazy world go by

Now the days seem to fly

Life is brief

But when it's gone

Love goes on and on

Love will live

Love will last

Love goes on

And on and on

Once we watched
a lazy world go by

Now the days seem to fly

Life is brief

But when it's gone

Love goes on and on

Oh, Robin, what a beautiful night.

I wish it would never end.

Surprise!

Long live Robin Hood!

- And long live Maid Marian!
- Bravo!

- Bravo!
- Hear, hear! Bravo! Bravo!

Hooray!

And down with that
scurvy Prince John!

Yeah.

Oh, the world will sing
of an English king

A thousand years from now

And not because
he passed some laws

Or had that lofty brow

While bonny good King Richard

Leads the great crusade he's on

We'll all have to slave away

For that good-for-nothing John

Incredible as he is inept

Whenever the history
books are kept

They'll call him
the phoney king of England

A pox on the phoney
king of England

He sits alone
on a giant throne

Pretending he's the king

A little tyke who's rather like

A puppet on a string

And he throws an angry tantrum

If he cannot have his way

And then he calls for Mom

While he's sucking his thumb

You see he doesn't wanna play

Too late to be known
as John the First

He's sure to be known
as John the Worst

A pox on that phoney
king of England

Lay that country on me, babe

Come on, Johnny.

Go, laddie, go!

While he taxes us to pieces

And he robs us of our bread

King Richard's crown
keeps slipping down

Around that pointed head

But while there is a merry man

In Robin's wily pack

We'll find a way to make him pay

And steal our money back

A minute before
he knows we're there

Old Rob'll snatch his underwear

The breezy and uneasy
king of England

The snivelling, grovelling

Measly, weaselly

Blabbering, jabbering

Jibbering, jabbering

Plundering, plotting

Wheeling, dealing

Prince John
that phoney king of England

Yeah

He throws an angry tantrum

If he cannot have his way

He calls for Mom
and sucks his thumb

And doesn't want to play

Too late to be known
as John the First

He's sure to be known
as John the Worst

How about that?

That's PJ to a T. Let me try.

Let me try.

Too late to be known
as John the First

He's sure to be known
as John the Worst

The fabulous, marvellous,
merciful, chivalrous...

You got it all wrong, Hiss.

The snivelling, grovelling
weaselly, measly...

Enough!

But, sire, it's a big hit.

The whole village is singing it.

They are, are they?

Well, they'll be
singing a different tune.

Double the taxes!
Triple the taxes!

Squeeze every last drop

out of those insolent,
musical peasants.

Man, oh, man.

That Prince John sure
made good his threat.

And his helpless subjects
paid dearly

for his humiliation, believe me.

Taxes, taxes, taxes.

Why, he taxed the heart and soul out of
the poor people of Nottingham.

And if you couldn't pay your taxes,
you went to jail.

Yep, I'm in here too.

Nottingham was in deep trouble.

Every town

Has its ups and downs

Sometimes ups

Outnumber the downs

But not in Nottingham

I'm inclined to believe

If we weren't so down

We'd up and leave

We'd up and fly

If we had wings for flying

Can't you see
the tears we're crying

Can't there be some happiness

For me

Not in Nottingham

Friar Tuck,
I don't think anyone is coming.

You're right, Sexton, but maybe
the sound of this church bell

will bring those poor
people some comfort.

We must do what we can
to keep their hopes alive.

How can there be any hope
with that tyrant Prince John

taxing the heart and soul
out of the poor people?

Yes, those poor people.

Look, our poor box is like our church,

empty.

Friar Tuck, we've saved this.

It's not much,
but please take it for the poor.

Your last farthing?

Little sister,
no one can give more than that.

Bless you both.

We were just saving it
for a rainy day.

Well, it's raining now.

Things can't get worse.

Howdy, Friar.

Well, it looks like
I dropped by just in time.

What does that big-bellied bully
want here?

Father!

Well, what have we got here?

Now, just a minute, sheriff!

That's the poor box!

It sure is, and I'll just
take it for poor Prince John.

Every little bit helps.

You put that back!

And His Majesty also
blesses you, little sister.

You thieving scoundrel!

Now, take it easy, Friar.
I'm just doing my duty.

Collecting taxes for that arrogant,

greedy, ruthless,
no-good Prince John?

Listen, Friar,
you're mighty preachy,

and you're gonna preach
your neck right into a hangman's noose.

Get out of my church!

Out! Out! Out! Out!

Dear me.

You want taxes?

I'll give you taxes!

Give it to him! Give it to him!
Give it to him, Friar!

You're under arrest
for high treason to the crown.

Oh, no!

There, there, Mother.

Every town

Has its ups and downs

Sometimes ups

Outnumber the downs

But not in Nottingham

Sire, if I may...

May venture an opinion,

you're not your usual
cheerful, genial self today.

I know. I know.

You haven't counted
your money for days.

It always makes you so happy.

Sire,

taxes are pouring in,
the jail is full.

And I have good news, sire.

- Friar Tuck is in jail.
- Friar Tuck?

It's Robin Hood I want,
you idiot!

I'd give all my gold if I
could just get my hands on...

Did you say Friar Tuck?

Did I? Yes, I did.

Hiss, I have it!

I'll use that fat friar
as bait to trap Robin Hood.

Another trap?

Yes, yes, you stupid serpent.

Friar Tuck will be led
to the gallows

in the village square,
don't you see?

But, sire, hang Friar Tuck?
A man of the church?

Yes, my reluctant reptile.

And when our elusive hero
tries to rescue

the corpulent cleric,

my men will be ready.

Well, Trigger, everything's
rigged up and all set.

Yep, it's one of the prettiest
scaffolds you ever built, sheriff.

Sheriff, don't you
reckon we ought to give

that there trapdoor a test?

Criminently. Now I know why
your mama called you Nutsy.

Alms. Alms for the poor.

Do my old ears hear the
melodious voice of the sheriff?

That's right, old man.

What be going on here?

We're gonna hang Friar Tuck.

No! Hang Friar... Hang Friar Tuck?

You betcha. At dawn.

And maybe it'll even be
a double hanging.

Dummy up, you dummy.

A double hanging?

Who'll be the other one
who gets the rope?

Sheriff, he's getting
too all-fired nosy.

I didn't mean nothing.

But couldn't there be
trouble if Robin Hood showed up?

Well, wouldn't you know,
sheriff, he guessed it.

Nutsy, button your beak.

No need to worry.

The sheriff be too crafty,
too clever and too smart

for the likes of him, says I.

You hear that, Nutsy?

For being blind, he sure knows
a good man when he sees one,

says I.

Sheriff, I still got a feeling that that
snoopy old codger knows too much.

Shut up, Trigger.

He's just a harmless
old blind beggar.

Alms.

Alms for the poor. Alms.

Alms for the poor.

Rob, we can't let them
hang Friar Tuck.

A jailbreak tonight
is the only chance he's got.

A jailbreak? There ain't
no way you can get him.

We've got to, Johnny,
or Friar Tuck dies at dawn.

One o'clock, and all's well!

Nutsy, you'd better set your
brains ahead a couple of hours.

Yes, sir.

Does that there mean
adding or subtracting?

- Let's forget it.
- Yes, sir, sheriff, sir.

Nutsy, how can I sleep
with you yelling,

"All's well!" all the time here?

Sheriff, everything ain't "all's well. "

I got a feeling in my bones
there's gonna be a jailbreak any minute.

Criminently, Trigger!
Point that peashooter the other way.

Don't you worry none, sheriff.
The safety's on Old Betsy.

What in tarnation
you trying to do,

- you birdbrain?
- Just doing my duty, sheriff.

You and that itchy
trigger finger of yours.

- Hey, did you hear that?
- Sure did, Trigger.

There's something funny
going on around here. Come on.

You cover me.

Wait a minute.
Is the safety on Old Betsy?

- You bet it is, sheriff.
- That's what I'm afraid of.

You go first.

All right, you in there,
come out with your hands up.

Yeah, reach for the sky.

Just you watch this
performance, partner.

Be careful, Rob.

Jehoshaphat, Trigger.
Put that peashooter down.

Shucks, Trigger, it's only Nutsy.

And criminently,
get back to your patrol.

- On the double. Get!
- I'm a-getting! I'm a-getting!

That Trigger.
He's getting everybody edgy.

Nothing's gonna happen.
That fat friar

is gonna dangle from
the gallows come daybreak.

Sheriff,

why don't you just sit yourself
down here, kind of cosy-like?

Well, thank you, Nutsy.

Just close your sleepy
little eyeballs.

The sandman's a-coming.

Why don't you let me loosen that belt?

Rock-a-bye, sheriff

Just you relax

Nutsy, that's mighty sweet.

Sing it one more time, would you?

Rock-a-bye, sheriff

Just you relax

Wait a minute!
Jailbreak! Jailbreak!

I heard it! I heard it, sheriff!
The door! The door!

Now, for the last time,
no more false alarms.

Now, you release Friar Tuck
and the others,

and I'll drop in
on the royal treasury.

Little John, it can't be!

Quiet. We're busting out of here.

Thank God.

My prayers have been answered.

- I'm ready. Where's the bad guys?
- Take it easy, son.

Robin Hood!
I'll get even. I'll get...

It's Robin Hood I... I want...

Praise the Lord
and pass the tax rebate!

Come on. Follow me.

Now, sheriff...
Now, don't get your dander up,

but I still got a feeling that...

Friar, get going. Hurry.

Guards! Guards! My gold!

No, no, no.

They're getting away
with my gold.

Guards! Guards! To the jail!

Rhinos, halt! Stop! Desist!

Everybody, this way!

That's all of them. Get going.

This ain't no hayride.
Let's move it out of here.

On to Sherwood Forest!

Stop! My baby!

Mama, Mama, wait for me.

- We got him now!
- Keep going. Don't worry about me.

This time, we got him for sure.

Shoot him!

Kill him! Kill him!

Come on, Rob. Come on.

He's just gotta make it.

No! No. No.

Hiss, he's finished! Done for!

He's gonna make it,
isn't he, Little John?

Hey, what's that?

Little John, look it! Look it!

Hey, what the...

Man, did you have me worried, Rob.

- I thought you were long gone.
- Not Robin Hood.

He could've swum twice that far,
huh, Mr Robin Hood, sir?

Look, sire! Look!
He's made it. He got away again.

A pox on that
phoney King of England!

Oh, no. It's so miserably unfair.

Well, I tried to tell you,

but, no, no, no,
you wouldn't listen.

Your traps just never work.

And now look what you've done
to your mother's castle.

Mommy!

- Sire, no!
- You cowardly cobra!

Please! Oh, no!

Procrastinating python!

- Aggravating asp!
- Save me!

You eel in snake's clothing!

Help! He's gone stark raving mad!

You know,
I thought we'd never get rid

of those two rascals,

but lucky for us folks,
King Richard returned,

and, well, he just
straightened everything out.

Say, we'd better get over to the church.

Sounds like somebody's
getting hitched.

Long live Robin Hood!

Long live King Richard!

Friar Tuck,

it appears that I now have
an outlaw for an in-law.

Yes, not bad.

Gee, Skippy,
how come you're going?

Well, Robin Hood's
gonna have kids,

so somebody's gotta keep
their eye on things.

I've never been so happy.

Hey, here comes the bride, Trigger.

Present arms!

Well, folks,

that's the way
it really happened.

Love goes on and on

Golly, what a day

Golly, what a day