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From: granben@elof.iit.edu (Benjamin Granzeau) Date: 21 Apr 93 16:50:24 GMT Newsgroups: alt.tv.ren-n-stimpy Subject: Here's the first script... I told you I do it!!! But you didn't believe me! Here is my version of Robin Hoek. I left out alot of the sounds because there are too many. Sorry. When Stimpy is reading, I put it in braces. Sounds I did include are in parentasis. I tried to be accurate at spelling. All in all, rewinding the VCR and replaying it over and over again to get the exact words, it took about 2 hours. Does someone else want to write one? If you mail me, I'll make a list of who is doing what. I could also compile them. (Yes, I'm volunteering.) Is this what people want? Suggestions? Well, enjoy it!!! The Great Gonzo -------------------------------------------------------- "Robin Hoek" Stimpy: And please bless Grandma and Grandpa.... Ren: And please give me a million dollars and a fridge with a padlock and, heh, oh yeah, huge pectoral muscles. S: But most of all, please watch out for my best pal, Ren. He's not strong. Both: Amen! (Poing!) S: Will you button me, Ren? R: Sure thing, pal. Good night, Stimpy. S: Good night, Ren. R: What ees et, man!! S: Will you read me, uh, a bedtime story? R: "Read me a bedtime story!" Read it yourself!! S: Oh! This looks wonderful! Uh, once upon a time, uh, deep in, uh, Logwood Forest, there lived, uh, let's see, who lived there? Oh yeah! Robin Hoek! { Now Robin was a brave hero. And he wore the finest green leotards, but we'll forgive him for he was the finest archer in all the land. And with his trusty bow he would shoot a, what did he shoot? Oh yeah, he shot, a melon high into the air! Yeah, that's it. No, no, it wasn't a melon. What the heck was it? Oh yeah, it was a chicken! No, wait, it was a MOOSE!! } S: Now Robin didn't prance about in the woods in his underwear alone, heavens no! He had a band of Merry Man [sic]. { First, there was Friar Chuck. A handsome fellow indeed. And then there was Little Brain. And, of course, there was Ransack the Elder. And Elk Horn the Down-Trodden. But most beloved of Robin was the lovely Maid Moron who dwelt in a castle far across Logwood Forest. Oh! You know what? I completely forgot, the last Merry Man, the loyal Will Trunchon. } { Robin and his band of man were robbers! They would rob from the rich and give to the cheer leaders! That's not it, let's see. They would rob from the rich and give to the criminally insane! No no no, they would rob from the rich and, uh, gave to the poor! And woe be to the rich that dared to enter Logwood Forest! } R: Reachith thou for the sky! S: Yea, Stickith them upist! { And they robbed the evil prince. And they robbed his evil wife. And they robbed his evil cow. Meanwhile, in the castle, the lovely Maid Moron was being held prisoner by the evil Sheriff of, uh-um, Dodge City!! So Robin flew to her rescue!! But the castle was surrounded by a big moat which Robin had to cross. But was he scared? No way! He was all naked and raring to go! He just dove into that water lickety split! But it was a dangerous moat. Swarming with ferocious, man-eating, blood-thirsty monks } Eye: Keripes, man! Let's beat it! { Once outside the tower, Robin gazed up at his fair damsel. He harkened unto her, "Hark, hark!" harkened he. } R: Oh, fairest Maid Moron. Let down thou silken hair, that it I may climb of it. S: My hero! { But alas, lovers bliss was not to be had so easy! Neigh, for there at yon door stood the evil sheriff! But Robin was alert! In a sprig, he unsheathed his, uh, his, uh, what did he unsheathe? Oh yeah, his turkey baster! And thrust a generous portion of giblet gravy unto he! } Sheriff: Thou hast besquirted me, o'Leotarded One. The maiden be thine! { Together at last, they were married. } S: Thou may kissith the bride. R: AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! Thank goodness it was only a dream!! ---------------------------------------------------- The Great-at-Messing-Up Gonzo `8r) email: GRANBEN@ELOF.IIT.EDU ------------------------------------------------------------------ "I'd like the blow on the head, please." -Monty Python's Flying Circus. "How do you like it, sirs?" -Joel, Mystery Science Theather 3000 "No sir, I didn't like it." -Mr. Horse, R&S All the opinions above are fact. NOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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