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|    Joseph Nebus to I always    |
|    MiSTed: The Tale of Jimmy Rabbit, Chapte    |
|    18 Sep 25 21:39:17    |
      XPost: rec.arts.tv.mst3k.misc, alt.tv.mst3k       From: nebusj-@-rpi-.edu              >       >       >       >       > [Illustration: 6 A Narrow Escape]               CROW: An *arrow* escape?              >       > Chapter 6               TOM: Return of the Jedi.              >       > A Narrow Escape               CROW: An arrow escape?        JOEL: [ Touches CROW's shoulder ]              >       >       > Frisky Squirrel had a hard time pushing the       > wheelbarrow home with Jimmy Rabbit on top of the load of       > vegetables.               TOM: Well there's your problem, rabbits are a fruit, not a vegetable.              > He puffed and groaned. And he had to stop every       > little while to catch his breath.               CROW: If you keep your breath on a leash you don't have to catch it.              >       > "You see, you're not used to wheeling a wheelbarrow,"       > Jimmy told him.               JOEL: Really got barrowing down, though.              > "For me, it's no trouble at all. But then,       > I'm stronger than you are."               TOM: Yeah, muscle beach guy here stronger than a rodent one-fifth his size.              >       > Now, Frisky had been almost ready to tell Jimmy that       > he might trundle the barrow               JOEL: [ As Andy Rooney ] So what happened that people gave up on trundling?        TOM: They trundon't.                     > the rest of the way. But when he       > heard that he made up his mind               TOM: You've made your mind, now sleep in it.              > that he would get that       > wheelbarrow up the hill to Jimmy's house if he didn't do       > another thing that day.               CROW: To be fair, once you've trundled what else is there to do all day?              >       > So he started on again. And at last he stopped in       > front of Jimmy Rabbit's door.               TOM: Careful, doors are the natural enemies of wheelbarrows.              >       > Jimmy hopped nimbly to the ground. But poor Frisky       > was so tired that he lay right down and went to sleep.               CROW: Oh, some squirrels are so lucky, they can sleep anywhere.              > And       > the next day he never went near Farmer Green's garden.               TOM: Farmer Green wants to be clear he's not responsible for *any* of this       drama.              >       > But Jimmy Rabbit didn't mind that at all. There were       > plenty of others who wanted to trundle the wheelbarrow.               CROW: Remember when we saw Trundle The Wheelbarrow opening for 21 Pilots?        JOEL: Good show.              > And       > this time Jimmy told Billy Woodchuck that _he_ might wheel       > the barrow home for him.               TOM: Not as good as the Wheel The Barrow Home show, though.        CROW: Well that's obvious, sure.              >       > Once more Jimmy Rabbit stood by while the vegetables       > were gathered for him.               JOEL: Jimmy Rabbit figured this would be his one last job ...              > Once more he seated himself on top of       > the load. And once more he had a free ride up the long hill.               TOM: Huh. Mountain is high and the valley *is* low.              > Jimmy had changed his mind about Farmer Green's garden.               CROW: [ As Farmer Green ] Thanks, glad to be out of your whole deal!              > He       > even asked his mother if he might not bring home two loads of       > vegetables each day, instead of only one.               CROW: [ As Farmer Green ] Dag-rabbit!              > And he was       > disappointed when she said "No!"               JOEL: It is forbidden by Grape Law!              >       > There was one thing, however, that Jimmy had       > overlooked.               TOM: The whole valley, if he was on top of the hill.              > As the days went by, one by one his friends       > stayed away from the garden-patch.               CROW: Wait a minute, is Jimmy working with Farmer Green to keep animals out       of the garden patch? This changes everything!              > And at last there was       > nobody left who wanted to push the wheelbarrow except Fatty       > Raccoon.               JOEL: Wait ---        TOM: *The* Fatty Raccoon? The one and only?        CROW: There isn't room for two Fatty Raccoons.              > And Fatty Raccoon was really no friend of his at       > all.               CROW: [ As Fatty ] I'm not? I always said nice stuff about you!              > In fact, Jimmy did not like him, because he never could       > feel sure that Fatty would not get hungry all at once and try       > to eat him.               TOM: If you're going to hold 'might eat me' against Fatty how can you call       Grumpy Weasel a friend?        CROW: [ As Jimmy ] I don't!              >       > But Fatty teased so hard that at last Jimmy agreed to       > give him his turn at the fun               JOEL: I want to hear how Fatty bullied Jimmy into letting Fatty pick       vegetables and haul them home.        TOM: Is it possible Fatty isn't any good at bullying?              > (Jimmy was always careful to       > speak of gathering vegetables and wheeling them home as       > "fun").               CROW: [ As Fatty ] Why the air quotes around fun?        JOEL: [ As Jimmy ] Uh ... no, you mis-heard, they're "hare" quotes.        CROW: [ As Fatty ] Oh. ... But rabbits aren't hares?        JOEL: [ As Jimmy ] Look, a distraction!              >       > When the barrow was full, Jimmy Rabbit again climbed       > on top of the load.               TOM: That's it, Jimmy, get on top of Fatty's open-faced sandwich.              > But he kept very close watch of Fatty.               CROW: Close watch? You can't avoid seeing Fatty wherever you look.              > And he was ready, any moment, to leap off the wheelbarrow in       > case Fatty should reach for his legs.               JOEL: Jimmy forgot that Fatty's gravitational field overwhelms the Earth's.              >       > Fatty Raccoon was strong.               TOM: He had to be, to carry himself around everywhere.              > He did not tire so easily       > as the others had. But finally he let go the handles and       > straightened up.               CROW: [ As Fatty ] Sorry, just confused again how we're animals in the human       world and we have wheelbarrows? Can you explain that again?              >       > "What's the matter?" asked Jimmy. "You're not tired,       > are you?"               JOEL: Tired? He's more of a sphere.              >       > "No!" said Fatty. "But it's harder work than I       > supposed. I declare, I'm getting terribly hungry."               TOM: 'Getting'?              >       > When Jimmy Rabbit heard him say that, his heart went       > _pitty-pat_.               CROW: Aw, he's adorable when he's in existential peril!              > And he almost ran away, then and there.               TOM: _Actually_ if he ran away he wouldn't be _there_ anymore, would he?              >       > But what would become of his nice new wheelbarrow if       > he did that?               CROW: At this moment Jimmy realizes we *are* chained by our belongings!              > He was afraid that Fatty Raccoon would run off       > with it.               JOEL: 'Run off with' is a funny way to say 'eat'.        TOM: It's a New England dialect.              >       > "My goodness! I'm growing hungrier every minute!"       > said Fatty Raccoon.               CROW: [ As Jimmy ] Well, maybe you could cut back to growing hungrier every       other minute? Is that possible?              >       > Then Jimmy Rabbit had a happy thought.                     [continued in next message]              --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05        * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)    |
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