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|    Joseph Nebus to All    |
|    MiSTed: The Tale of Jimmy Rabbit, Chapte    |
|    28 Aug 25 22:35:46    |
      XPost: alt.tv.mst3k, alt.fan.mst3k       From: nebusj-@-rpi-.edu              >       >       >       >       > [Illustration: 4 Making Somebody Happy]               CROW: [ Singing as Jimmy Durante ] Make just one, somebody happy ...              >       > Chapter 4               TOM: A New Hope.              >       > Making Somebody Happy               JOEL: Through recreational hypnosis.              >       >       > Well, that very evening Jimmy Rabbit made a certain       > young neighbor very happy by hanging a May basket on her       > door.               TOM: [ As Mr Mink ] That's *my* door!              > And then he hurried along to Henry Skunk's house.               CROW: He had to ask Henry Skunk where he kept his door.              > He       > hoped Henry was still there; for when Henry Skunk went out of       > an evening he seldom came home until morning.               JOEL: You wouldn't think they'd need someone working last shift what with it       being 1916 or whatever.              >       > Jimmy hung the basket of eggs on the doorknob, rang       > the bell, and then ran and hid behind a tree. He peeped out,               CROW: Peep!        TOM: Peep peep!        JOEL: One more peep out of you ...                     > as he heard the door open; and he saw Henry Skunk look all       > around.               CROW: Peep!              > He seemed angry,               TOM: We're animals! Why do we even *have* doorbells?              > until he caught sight of the basket.       > And then Henry Skunk certainly was pleased.               JOEL: [ As Henry Skunk ] Now how does a basket ring a doorbell?              >       > "Ah, ha!" he exclaimed. "A May basket! Now, I wonder               CROW: Isn't it November?              > what friend of mine has left this for me!" He looked inside       > the basket. "Ah, ha! Hens' eggs!" he cried.               TOM: Finally, a break from all these cow's eggs I've had to choke down!              > "I'll sit down on       > my front steps and eat them. Then I won't have to give       > anybody else a taste."               CROW: I'll keep them to myself by eating them where everyone can see!              >       > That was like Henry Skunk.               TOM: Indeed, it was *so* like Henry Skunk that it *was* Henry Skunk.              > He was a selfish       > fellow--always greedy, never offering to share a dainty with       > anyone.               JOEL: Are eggs dainty?        TOM: Fussy Eggs are.              >       > Jimmy Rabbit was holding his mouth. He knew that if       > he laughed he would spoil everything.               CROW: Well, not the eggs.              > As he listened, he       > heard a _snap_!               TOM: Eggs stay crispy in milk!              > And Henry Skunk said "Oh!" as if something       > hurt him, and surprised him, both. "I declare, I've broken a       > tooth!" he exclaimed.               CROW: I declare, I've broken a tooth.              > "That's the hardest egg I ever saw.               JOEL: Eh, I saw one harder.              > I'll try another." And he took another egg out of the basket.               TOM: Must have been boiled in hard water.              >       > There was another _snap_! This time Henry cried "Ow!"       > It was queer, to break two teeth like that.               CROW: He takes breaking a tooth better than I take backing up into the       kitchen counter.              > And he reached       > into the basket for the third egg. "It certainly can't happen       > again," Henry told himself.               JOEL: Henry figures if experience was such a great teacher he'd have learned       something from it.              > And he bit the third egg with all       > his might.               TOM: I'm still back here thinking about chewing through an egg shell. [       Shudders ] Ew.              >       > How it hurt him! He fairly howled with pain.               CROW: If only there were some way he could have seen this coming!              >       > And then Jimmy Rabbit snickered. He could hold in his       > laughter no longer.               JOEL: [ As Jimmy ] I ruin people's mouths for life! Ha ha!              >       > That was enough for Henry Skunk. He looked around       > quickly.               CROW: [ As Henry ] How could someone see me on my porch? Also how do I have       a porch?              > And what he saw made him very angry. For he knew       > then that those eggs were nothing but a joke.               TOM: Not so much a funny ha-ha kind of joke as a malicious mayhem kind of       joke but still, a joke.              >       > Now, when he tittered, Jimmy Rabbit had jumped back       > behind the tree round which he had been peeping.               CROW: Peep.              > He thought       > that he was safely out of sight. But he had forgotten all       > about his ears.               TOM: Mr Mink wants his ears back, too.              > They were so long, and they stuck out so far,       > that Henry Skunk could see them. And he knew right away who       > had played that trick on him.               JOEL: [ As Henry ] It's that Dennis the Menace kid! And this time he's gone       too far!              >       > He did not think it was any joke, to break three       > teeth.               CROW: Sure, but it really helps Billy Flying Squirrel, the dentist.              > And he began to creep toward those ears. But there was       > one thing that Henry Skunk had not noticed.               TOM: Hey, a wheat penny! Like all the pennies they make today in 1916!              > He had not looked       > up in the branches above Jimmy Rabbit's head. If he had, he       > would have seen               CROW: *Other* Jimmy Rabbit!              > Frisky Squirrel, who had come along to see       > the fun.               JOEL: Frisky's glad he stuck around for all three broken teeth. Just one or       two and he wouldn't have gotten it.              >       > As soon as Frisky saw what was happening, he cried:               TOM: [ As Frisky ] Thompson is in trouble, Charlie Brown!              >       > "Look out, Jimmy!"               CROW: [ As Jimmy ] I don't see Jimmy!              >       > And Jimmy Rabbit looked out just in time. The smile       > faded from his face. And he turned and ran.               JOEL: [ Singing 'Three Little Fishes' ] And he ran and he ran right over the       dam!              >       > Henry Skunk did not chase him. He was no runner.               TOM: He figured to appear in only one sequence, but we'll be the judge of       that.              > But       > he hoped that some day he could catch _both_ those meddlesome       > youngsters.               CROW: And their pesky dog too!              >       > [Illustration: Jimmy Rabbit delivers his May basket]               JOEL: Illustrator was a bit asleep on the job there.              >       > "Well, what did I tell you?" Jimmy Rabbit said, when       > Frisky joined him at a good, safe distance from Henry Skunk's       > house. "Didn't I say there'd be some fun?"               TOM: No, you just cackled that when Henry saw the eggs he'd break them.              >       > "But I don't understand what happened," Frisky said.       > "I thought Henry Skunk _liked_ hens' eggs."               CROW: Ah, you overlooked that while he likes eggs Henry Skunk dislikes being       disfigured!              >       > "So he does!" Jimmy Rabbit answered.               TOM: Case closed.              > "But those were       > not real hens' eggs. They were china eggs which I found in       > Farmer Green's henhouse.                     [continued in next message]              --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05        * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)    |
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