A Play of Nations and Cancelations

Kingtype: "Here we are all gathered in the; almighty court of, uh, the, um, great mountain king. Um hmm, let us proceed!" Little Joseph: Singing, "Jason comes jumping with his knickers torn down!" Kingtype: "And before we begin I must first say that in all of the out-comings of the day (and year for any of that matter) we've taken quite an irrelevant sum of gifts to the yet unborn son of peasant Lily!" Fat Luke: "I'd have to agree whole heartedly!" he splutters as he tumbles back to drunken sleep. Kingtype: "Prudence, is you a witness, excuse me, are you ever a member, all right who stole the remote control?" Lackey I: "Shhh! Shut up! Remember this is the 16th century only man!." Kingtype: "Sorry Atlantic Ocean, let me re-evaluate the conditions of the agreement within this here box." Lackey II: "But Sir!" (Think C3P-O here...yes, please, read again [I'll even help!]) "But Sir! With what meager brain capacity you could very well fall over plum dead!" Kingtype: "Sugar! You are once again correct dear lackey. I hold here on this eclectic chair, yes very colourful. Now as I was saying, I heard this peasant speaking of the earl of sandwich and his invention of the sandwich." Lackey II: "Yes, please continue..." Kingtype: "Did you not hear the witty bakery?" Lackey II: "Aaug...no sorry I was occupied with my Advanced Chinese Calculus." Kingtype: "I don't understand you Cap'n Camel, I wonder sometimes if shall you be put to untimely death." Lackey II: "Be if it may, Lord, I hold the key." Kingtype: "The key! I've not seen the key in many a moon nor winter. May I offer you a bride for the key?" Lackey II: "The Princess?!" Kingtype: "Dear, dear me. Spell check never catches my damned misshapen B's." Lackey I: "Lord..." Kingtype: "Sorry, yes! I meant bribe!" Lackey II: "Well, what should be this bribe?" Kingtype: "I offer my fair daughter, the Princess!" Lackey II: "Lord, your daughter is none more than but a stone carving. How say you this key for a crumbled mass of stone?" Kingtype: "Agreed!" Lackey II: "Yeay! Much rejoicing throughout the land, but wait! You imbecile! How could you have fallen under the King's power? You've lost the key!" Kingtype: "At last, I now hold the key of D! I may finally finish my symphony! Hand me my paint brush. I shall call it the 'Mona Lucy'." Lucy: "I can not speak...I am stone." Narrator: "And so ends the war of 1812, we find our heroes approaching the 21st century, still as stupid as ever." Written October 28th, 2001 © on Apr 13 2002 11:52 AM PST   10 • 0 • 14