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|    Joseph Nebus to All    |
|    MiSTed: The Tale of Jimmy Rabbit, Chapte    |
|    27 Nov 25 07:12:21    |
      XPost: rec.arts.tv.mst3k.misc, alt.tv.mst3k       From: nebusj-@-rpi-.edu              >       >       >       >       > [Illustration: 14 Boy Lost!]               JOEL: The junior adaptation of Lost.              >       > Chapter 14       >       > Boy Lost!               TOM: Isn't that a boy right there?              >       >       > Poor Mrs. Rabbit didn't know what to do.               CROW: Ever since she moved into that shoe and had so many children.              > Her son       > Jimmy had not been home since early morning; and she was sure       > he was lost.               TOM: Don't be hasty. He might still be hard at work on the painting backlog.              > She hurried through the woods, looking for him       > everywhere.               JOEL: She should go to the last place she looks. I bet she finds him there.              > But not a trace of him could she find. No one had       > seen him.               CROW: Even his 'brother' was of no help.              >       > At last Mrs. Rabbit happened to meet Jasper Jay.               TOM: At Lambeau Field.              >       > "Have you seen Jimmy?" she asked.               CROW: [ As Jasper ] I know! I couldn't believe it either!              >       > "Yes!" he said. "Right after breakfast I saw him       > hurrying along the road by the river.               TOM: Is this a human road or an animal road?        JOEL: It's the animal river.              > The circus has made camp       > there.               CROW: Sure, let's go with that.              > And I wouldn't be a bit surprised if he ran away to       > it," he added very cheerfully.               TOM: [ As Jasper ] As long as his brother is staying around I'm good!        JOEL: [ As Mrs Rabbit ] Oh not more of *this*.              >       > When Mrs. Rabbit heard that she was terribly upset.       >       > "Oh, dear! Oh, dear!" she cried. "Whatever shall I       > do?"               CROW: Who will wheelbarrow things out of the dooryard?              >       > "The usual thing," Jasper Jay told her, "is to offer       > a reward."               JOEL: [ As Mrs Rabbit ] Why does a dooryard need a reward?        CROW: [ As Jasper ] Is this a koan? Is the answer 'mu'?              >       > "Is that so?" said Mrs. Rabbit. "I've never done       > anything like that. Will you help me?"               TOM: Wait a minute, is Mrs Rabbit talking Jasper into rewarding her for       losing Jimmy?        CROW: She is surprisingly slick.              >       > "Why, certainly!" said Jasper. And he set to work and       > painted a big sign,               TOM: Jimmy just introduced painting to the animal world two weeks ago and       it's changed *everything*.              > which looked like this:       >       > LOST, STRAYED, OR STOLEN!               JOEL: Now that's not exactly the sign, but it was something like that.        CROW: Strayed?              >       > A boy in a checkered suit,               TOM: [ Movie announcer voice ] A woman with a checkered past.              > with a short tail and long       > ears. He answers to the name of Jimmy Rabbit.               CROW: [ As Jimmy ] Aw, Mom! I told everyone to call my Jimmanthus the       Magnificent!              > A reward will       > be paid for his return, and no questions asked.               JOEL: So you can return him without being quizzed on the starting lineup for       the '92 Denver Nuggets.              > MRS. RABBIT,       > Near the Big Pine Tree.               TOM: Oh, they have lost-and-found posters but not street addresses.              >       > "There!" said Jasper Jay, proudly. "That ought to       > fetch him, if anything will."               CROW: Or you could try looking?              > And he and Mrs. Rabbit took the       > sign down to the road and hung it on a fence-post.               TOM: How Jimmy will outwit *this* we can't imagine.              >       > "Why do you say 'No questions asked'?" she inquired.               JOEL: [ As Groucho ] I'm sorry, that's a question, you'll have to wait for       new business.              >       > "That's the way it's always done," said Jasper.               CROW: What experience is Jasper drawing from?              >       > Now, it was almost as Jasper Jay had thought.               JOEL: It turns out it's always *some* questions asked.        TOM: Yeah, but they're small-talk questions like, 'can you believe this       weather?' and 'what do you think of the Perdicaris Affair?'.              > Jimmy       > Rabbit was at the circus' camp. But he hadn't been stolen.       > He was skulking about, as near the sideshow as he dared to go.               CROW: Lest they pull in a painting rabbit.        TOM: Is he wearing spats? I feel like he should be wearing spats.              > And he was so interested in what he saw that he had entirely       > forgotten to go home to dinner.               TOM: He's a rabbit, can't he just grab a handful of grass and snack on that?              > But late in the afternoon he       > began to have such a queer feeling in his stomach that he       > remembered then that he had had nothing to eat since       > breakfast.               JOEL: [ As Jimmy ] Oh if only they had invented pizza on a bagel so I could       have pizza anytime!              > And he started off up the road, towards home.       >       > You can imagine how surprised he was when he stopped       > and read Jasper Jay's sign.               CROW: [ As Jimmy ] Did they even try looking? I'm like fifteen minutes up       the only road in town?              > As soon as he had read it a       > second time he decided that he had better hurry home a little       > faster.               TOM: This is going to be a bigger scandal than the leap-frog!              > For he could see that his mother was worried.               CROW: Going to have to call on that skunk he gave the May basket to, to cover       for him.              >       > So Jimmy jumped through the fence and went hopping       > across the meadow.               JOEL: Mister MacGregor puts his hands on his hips and shakes his head,       sighing.              > Soon he was home again; and Mrs. Rabbit       > was hugging him and asking him where he had been and what he       > had been doing.               TOM: Oh, you know, the usual, taking Mr Mink's severed tail, tricking people       into wheelbarrowing for him, fooling people into thinking his brother is       watching the footrace. Rabbit stuff.              >       > Jimmy was just going to tell her. But he happened to       > think that when his mother learned that he had been at the       > circus' camp all day she might not be pleased.               CROW: [ As Jimmy ] What if I take my mistake and do something stupid on top       of it? It's perfect!              > And then he       > remembered that sign.               JOEL: I'm supposed to bunt? With two outs and a runner on first?!              >       > "Why don't you answer me?" Mrs. Rabbit asked.               TOM: [ As Jimmy ] Well, I ---              > "You'd       > better speak up at once.               TOM: [ As Jimmy ] I was just ---              > Where have you been?"               TOM: [ As Jimmy ] And the survivors needed ---              >       > "But the sign said 'No questions asked'!" Jimmy       > reminded her.       >       > When she heard that, Mrs. Rabbit gasped.               CROW: [ As Mrs Rabbit ] My only son has learned of loopholes?!              >       > "Yes!" Jimmy went on. "And it said 'A reward will be              [continued in next message]              --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05        * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)    |
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