MC - The Revival

[LinkiePie<3]

Nurse Janice: *watches Bean being blown up* Like, that was... intense. Like, what did you do to him, Dr. Bob? O__o

Dr. Bob: Then, don't bother me offering you a blowpop, Nurse Janice. XP

Nurse Janice: Rully. -.-

Link Hogthrob: I don't get it...

Angie: *shrugs* Me neither.

Annie Sue: Who wants to go out for ice cream?

Angie: I DO! I DO!

Link Hogthrob: No... me first! Out of the way!

Annie Sue: You... can both go. O___o

Angie: *runs*... *then trips over a pothole* X__x

Biff: Woah, little goil... careful, there. Sully and I are on our daily shift right now.

Sully: *cocks head*

Angie: *eyes on Biff, jawdropping down* No way! Joe Pesci! O=

Biff: Huh? Are youse okay, Little Goil?

Sully: ....

 

[Gonzo's Hobbit]

Breaking up the fun for just a brief moment I had something I wanted to ask.
Since this is the MC revival thread what do you guys think of people using it to try and get interest in discussions going? For example if someone posted a fanfiction they wanted people to read or had a game they wanted more people to join in they could give a shout out here. And if people just needed general support (moral or literal) they could bring it up here? I'm just trying to find a way to apply this thread to more of the forum as well as having random fun here?

Okay you may continue the randomness

 

[beakerboy12]

Wow! All we need is someone who speaks a completely different language and then no one will be able to understand this at all!

The Swedish Chef: Oooh! I am a bialinguwull!

Sherlock Hemlock: Egad! A bilingual cook!

Yep.

 

[LinkiePie<3]

Angie: *munching on popcorn* Yay! Guys and Dolls! <33

~canned music cues the opening scene, Fugue For Tinhorns~

Ernie (Nicely Nicely Johnson):
I got the horse right here
The name is Paul Revere
And here's a guy that says that the weather's clear
Can do, can do, this guy says the horse can do
If he says the horse can do, can do, can do.

(Biff starts singing his part at this time, while Ernie continues)

Can do - can do - this guy says the horse can do
If he says the horse can do - can do, can do.

(Bert starts singing his part as the time, while Ernie and Biff continue)

For Paul Revere I'll bite
I hear his foot's all right
Of course it all depends if it rained last night

Likes mud, likes mud, this X means the horse likes mud
If that means the horse likes mud, likes mud
Likes mud.

I tell you Paul Revere
Now this is no bum steer
It's from a handicapper that's real sincere
Can do, can do, this guy says the horse can do.
If he says the horse can do - can do - can do.

Biff (Benny Southstreet):
I'm pickin' Valentine, 'cause on the morning line
A guy has got him figured at five to nine
Has chance, has chance, this guy says the horse has chance
if he says the horse has chance, has chance, has chance

I know it's Valentine, the morning work looks fine
Besides the jockey's brother's a friend of mine
Needs race, needs race, this guy says the horse needs race
If he says the horse needs race, needs race, needs race.
I go for Valentine, 'Cause on the morning line,
The guy has got him figured at five to nine
Has chance, has chance, this guy says the horse has chance

Bert (Rusty Charlie):
But look at Epitaph. he wins it by a half
According to this here in the Telegraph
"Big Threat" - "Big Threat"
This guy calls the horse "Big Threat"
If he calls the horse "Big Threat",
Big Threat, Big Threat.

And just a minute, boys.
I've got the feed box noise
It says the great-grandfather was Equipoise
Shows class, shows class.
This guy says the horse shows class
If he says the horse shows class
Shows class, show's class.

So make it Epitaph, he wins it by a half
According to this here in the Telegraph.


Valentine...

Epitaph....

Paul Revere....

I got the horse.... right here!

~canned music: missionary band~

Angie: *filters in, playing the bass drum*
Follow the fold and stray no more
Stray no more, stray no more.
Put down the bottle and we'll say no more
Follow, follow, the fold.
Before you take another swallow!
Follow the fold and stray no more
Stray no more, stray no more.
Tear up your poker deck and play no more.
Follow, follow, the fold.

To the meadows, where the sun shines
Out of the darkness
And the cold.
And the pain and shame in which you wallow.
Follow the fold and stray no more
Stray no more, stray no more.
If you're a sinner and you pray no more
Follow, follow, the fold.

 

[rowlfy662]

*walks in*

woah i should never leave for dynamite

shh *picks up mallet*

:did someone say dynami*whacks crazy harry with mallet*

ha im going to read what i missed in the revival

 

[beakerboy12]

Breaking up the fun for just a brief moment I had something I wanted to ask.
Since this is the MC revival thread what do you guys think of people using it to try and get interest in discussions going? For example if someone posted a fanfiction they wanted people to read or had a game they wanted more people to join in they could give a shout out here. And if people just needed general support (moral or literal) they could bring it up here? I'm just trying to find a way to apply this thread to more of the forum as well as having random fun here?

Okay you may continue the randomness

I like the idea! I think the thread could be a great resource!

Angie: *munching on popcorn* Yay! Guys and Dolls! <33

~canned music cues the opening scene, Fugue For Tinhorns~

Ernie (Nicely Nicely Johnson):
I got the horse right here
The name is Paul Revere
And here's a guy that says that the weather's clear
Can do, can do, this guy says the horse can do
If he says the horse can do, can do, can do.

(Biff starts singing his part at this time, while Ernie continues)

Can do - can do - this guy says the horse can do
If he says the horse can do - can do, can do.

(Bert starts singing his part as the time, while Ernie and Biff continue)

For Paul Revere I'll bite
I hear his foot's all right
Of course it all depends if it rained last night

Likes mud, likes mud, this X means the horse likes mud
If that means the horse likes mud, likes mud
Likes mud.

I tell you Paul Revere
Now this is no bum steer
It's from a handicapper that's real sincere
Can do, can do, this guy says the horse can do.
If he says the horse can do - can do - can do.

Biff (Benny Southstreet):
I'm pickin' Valentine, 'cause on the morning line
A guy has got him figured at five to nine
Has chance, has chance, this guy says the horse has chance
if he says the horse has chance, has chance, has chance

I know it's Valentine, the morning work looks fine
Besides the jockey's brother's a friend of mine
Needs race, needs race, this guy says the horse needs race
If he says the horse needs race, needs race, needs race.
I go for Valentine, 'Cause on the morning line,
The guy has got him figured at five to nine
Has chance, has chance, this guy says the horse has chance

Bert (Rusty Charlie):
But look at Epitaph. he wins it by a half
According to this here in the Telegraph
"Big Threat" - "Big Threat"
This guy calls the horse "Big Threat"
If he calls the horse "Big Threat",
Big Threat, Big Threat.

And just a minute, boys.
I've got the feed box noise
It says the great-grandfather was Equipoise
Shows class, shows class.
This guy says the horse shows class
If he says the horse shows class
Shows class, show's class.

So make it Epitaph, he wins it by a half
According to this here in the Telegraph.


Valentine...

Epitaph....

Paul Revere....

I got the horse.... right here!

~canned music: missionary band~

Angie: *filters in, playing the bass drum*
Follow the fold and stray no more
Stray no more, stray no more.
Put down the bottle and we'll say no more
Follow, follow, the fold.
Before you take another swallow!
Follow the fold and stray no more
Stray no more, stray no more.
Tear up your poker deck and play no more.
Follow, follow, the fold.

To the meadows, where the sun shines
Out of the darkness
And the cold.
And the pain and shame in which you wallow.
Follow the fold and stray no more
Stray no more, stray no more.
If you're a sinner and you pray no more
Follow, follow, the fold.

Oooh! We're singing showtunes? *one second pause* Rowlf! Cue the music!

Iiiiiiiiiiiklahoma!
Where the wind comes sweepin' down the plains.
Where the wavin' wheat can sure smell sweet...

Kermit the Frog: Uh... pssstt!

*Kermit whispers to Beakerboy*

OH! It's O-klahoma! Where did I get the silly idea it was Ick-lahoma?

*Forgetful Jones enters*

Forgetful Jones: Eeeeeeeklahoma!

Kermit the Frog: I've got a guess!

*pan to Monsterpiece Theater set*

Alistair Cookie: Hello there! Alistair Cookie here for Monsterpiece Theatre! Today's show is The Counting Man, a musical about numbers! So without further ado, The Counting Man!

*pan to stage*

The Count: Ah, ah, ah! Vwhat a wonderful day!

*The Count spots a table with trombones on it*

The Count: Ah, ah! That's... ah, seventy-six trombones. Ah, you know what that calls for?

*Gonzo pops out from behind the table*

Gonzo: A musical number my fine Transylvanian friend!

The Count: Gonzo! It's nice to see you! And you are correct! Rowlf, you know what to do!

*Rowlf starts playing music; The Count sang*

Seventy six trombones led the big parade,
With a hundred and ten cornets close at hand.
They were followed by rows and rows,
Of the finest virtuosos,
The cream of every famous band.

*Gonzo then joined in*

Seventy six trombones caught the morning sun,
With a hundred and ten cornets right behind.
There were over a thousand reeds,
Springing up like weeds,
There were horns of every shape and size.

There were copper bottom timpani in horse platoons,
Thundering, thundering, all along the way.
Double bell euphoniums and big bassoons,
Each bassoon having its big fat say.

There were fifty mounted canons in the battery,
Thundering, thundering, louder than before.
Clarinets of every size,
And trumpets who'd improvise
A full octave higher than the score!

Seventy six trombones hit the counterpoint,
While a hundred and ten cornets blazed away.
To the rhythm of Harch! Harch! Harch!
All the kids began to march,
And they're marching still right today!

Seventy six trombones led the big parade,
when the order to march rang out loud and clear.
Starting off with a big bang bong on a Chinese gong,
by a big bang bonger at the rear.

Seventy six trombones hit the counter point,
while a hundred and ten cornets played the air.
Then I modestly took my place as the one and only bass,
and I oompahed up and down the square.

*clapping*

The Count: Thank you! Thank you!

*pan to Monsterpiece Theatre set*

Alistair Cookie: That is all for today's Monsterpiece Theatre! But tune in next week for Billy L! That is all for today!

*Monsterpiece Theatre exit music is played*

 

[LinkiePie<3]

Angie: *applausing* Woot! Good job, Count, and Gonzo! ^.^

*tests microphone* Testing, testing, one, two, three.... Ahem. Now I'm honored to introduce to you Johnny Fiama and Sal Minella, singing "Guys and Dolls," from the 1950 musical: Guys and Dolls.

Sal Minella (Nicely Nicely Johnson):
What's playing at the Roxy?
I'll tell you what's playing at the Roxy.
A picture about a Minnesota man falls in love with a Mississippi girl
That he sacrifices everything and moves all the way to Biloxi.
That's what's playing at the Roxy.

Johnny Fiama (Benny Southstreet):
What's in the daily news?
I'll tell you what's in the daily news.
Story about a man bought his wife a small ruby
With what otherwise would have been his union dues.
That's what's in the daily news.

Sal Minella:
What's happening all over?
I'll tell you what's happening all over.
Guy sitting home by a television set
That used to be something of a rover.

Both:
That's what's happening all over.

Love is the thing that has nipped them.
And it looks like Nathan's just another victim.

Sal Minella: *spoken* Yes, sir!

When you see a guy reach for stars in the sky
You can bet that he's doing it for some doll.

Johnny Fiama:
When you spot a John waiting out in the rain
Chances are he's insane as only a John can be for a Jane.

Sal Minella:
When you meet a gent paying all kinds of rent
For a flat that could flatten the Taj Mahal.

Both:
Call it sad, call it funny.
But it's better than even money
That the guy's only doing it for some doll.

Johnny Fiama:
When you see a Joe saving have of his dough
You can bet there'll be mink in it for some doll.

Sal Minella:
When a bum buys wine like a bum can't afford
It's a cinch that the bum is under the thumb of some little broad.

Johnny Fiama:
When you meet a mug lately out of the jug
And he's still lifting platinum folderol

Both:
Call it helll, call it heaven
But it's probable twelve to seven
That the guy's only doing it for some doll.

~interlude~

*Group one: Dr. Teeth and a pink-haired female Muppet humanoid, smoking*

(both Johnny and Sal stare at the female passerby)

*Group two: Link Hogthrob and Annie Sue*

*Group 3: Wayne and Wanda*

*Group 4: Gonzo and Camilla*

Johnny Fiama:
When you see a sport and his cash has run short
Make a bet that he's banking it with some doll.

Sal Minella:
When a guy wears tails with the front gleaming white
Who the helll do you think he's tickling pink on Saturday night?

Johnny Fiama:
When a lazy slob takes a goody steady job,
And he smells from vitalis and barbasol.

Both:
Call it dumb, call it clever
Ah, but you can get odds forever
That the guy's only doing it for some doll
Some doll, some doll
The guy's only doing it for some doll!

Angie: *saprano-ish* I'll know....

Everyone else: O___o

Angie: *applauses, again* ^.^

 

[beakerboy12]

*Red enters the stage*

Red Fraggle: Hello, audience! My friends, Mokey and Gobo, are getting ready backstage for her musical number. It's from the show...

*Scooter enters and whispers to Red*

Red Fraggle: She's done! Well, uh... singing "Memory" from Cats, give it up for Mokey and Gobo Fraggle!

Mokey Fraggle: Daylight
See the dew on the sunflower
And a rose that is fading
Roses whither away
Like the sunflower
I yearn to turn my face to the dawn
I am waiting for the day . . .

*Gobo joins in, but forgets the words*

Gobo Fraggle: Midnight?...
Not a sound from the...
Has the... has the moon lost, uh...
She is... she's...
Uh... lamplight?
The withered leaves are, uh, at my... uh, feet?
And the... something... begins moaning

*Mokey begins to worry and looks back at Gobo every now and then*

Mokey Fraggle: Memory
All alone in the moonlight
I can smile at the old days
I was beautiful then
I remember the time I knew what happiness was
Let the memory live again

Gobo Fraggle: Every...
Seems to... do something...
Someone groans, again... I think?
And then that thing does something else....
And... soon it'll be... sometime...

Mokey Fraggle: Daylight
I must wait for the sunrise
I must think of a new life
And I musn't give in
When the dawn comes
Tonight will be a memory too
And a new day will begin

Gobo Fraggle: Something... ends smoky days
The... smell of morning...
The something... does something, another... something... is done?
Another day is... yawning?

Mokey Fraggle: Touch me
It's so easy to leave me
All alone with the memory
Of my days in the sun
If you touch me
You'll understand what happiness is

Look
A new day has begun

*slightly claps*

Waldorf: Hey, Statler!

Statler: Yeah, what?

Waldorf: It's ironic, Gobo forgot the words to "Memory".

Statler: Well, that is funny... but this is funnier!

*Statler then threw a rotten tomato at Gobo*

Gobo Fraggle: Hey!

 

[LinkiePie<3]

Kermit (Fred) and Miss Piggy (Lilli):
Wunderbar, wunderbar!
There's our fav'rite star above.What a bright, shining star,
Like our love, it's wunderbar!

Kermit:
Gazing down on the Jungfrau

Miss Piggy:
From our secret chalet for two,

Kermit:
Let us drink, Liebchen mein,

Miss Piggy:
In the moonlight benign,

Both:
To the joy of our dream come true.

Wunderbar, wunderbar!

Kermit:
What a perfect night for love.

Miss Piggy:
Here am I, here vous are,

Kermit:
Why it's truly wunderbar!

Both:
Wunderbar, wunderbar!

Kermit:
We're alone and hand in glove,

Miss Piggy:
Not a cloud near or far,

Kermit:
Why, it's more than wunderbar!

Miss Piggy:
Say vous care, dear,

Kermit:
For you madly,

Miss Piggy:
Say vous long, dear,

Kermit:
For your kiss,

Miss Piggy:
Do vous swear, dear?

Kermit:
Darling, gladly,

Miss Piggy:
Life's divine, dear!

Kermit:
And you're mine, dear!

Both:
Wunderbar, wunderbar!

Kermit:
There's our fav'rite star above.

Both:
What a bright, shining star,
Like our love, it's wunderbar!

Canned audience: Aww... <3

Angie: Hooah! ;o;

 

[beakerboy12]

Bean Bunny: Y'know I'm liking this show, it's really taking my mind off of my blowpop incident!

Sal Minella: Yeah... good for you... Oh! I almost forgot! Johnny told me to give this to you!

*Bean grabs the present from Johnny which is a balloon*

Bean Bunny: Oooh! A balloon!

Sal Minella: Oh! But remember, don't touch the top, ballooney part up there, ya' might...

*Bean blows up*

Sal Minella: ...blow up...

Sherlock Hemlock: How is it that this poor bunny always is the victim?