Opening[]
Alan A'Dale: [opening lines] Y'know, there's been a heap o' legends and tall tales about Robin Hood. All different too. Well, we folks in the animal kingdom have our own version. It's the story of what really happened in Sherwood Forest...
Oh, coincidentally, I'm Allan-A-Dale, a minstrel. That's an early-day folk singer. And my job is to tell it like it is or was or whatever.
Robin Hood and Little John[]
Alan A'Dale: (singing) Robin Hood and Little John walkin' through the forest
Laughin' back and forth at what the other one has to say
Reminiscin' this and that and havin' such a good time
Oo- de-lally, oo-de-lally Golly, what a day
Never ever thinkin' there was danger in the water
they were drinkin' They just guzzled it down
Never dreamin' that a schemin' sheriff and his posse
Was a-watchin'them and gatherin' around
Robin Hood and Little John runnin' through the forest
Jumpin' fences, dodgin' trees and tryin' to get away
Contemplatin' nothin' but escape and finally makin' it
Oo- de-lally, oo-de-lally Golly, what a day
Oo- de-lally, oo-de-lally Golly, what a day.
Little John: You know somethin', Robin? You're takin' too many chances.
Robin Hood: Chances? You must be joking. That was just a bit of a lark, Little John.
Little John: Yeah? Take a look at your hat. That's not a candle on a cake.
Robin Hood: (sees the arrow in his hat) Hello. This one almost had my name on it, didn't it? They're getting better, you know. You've got to admit it. They are getting better.
Little John: Uh, yeah. The next time that sheriff'll probably have a rope around our necks. Pretty hard to laugh hangin' there, Rob.
Robin Hood: Ha! The sheriff and his whole posse couldn't lift you off the ground. En guard!
Little John: Hey, watch it, Rob. That's the only hat I've got.
Robin Hood: Oh, come along. You worry too much, old boy.
Little John: You know somethin', Robin, I was just wonderin'? Are we good guys or bad guys? You know, I mean, uh... Our robbin' the rich to feed the poor.
Robin Hood: Rob? That's a naughty word. We never rob. We just sort of borrow a bit from those who can afford it.
Little John: "Borrow"? Huh. Boy, are we in debt.
(Trumpets are heard sounding nearby)
Robin Hood: That sounds like another collection day for the poor, eh, Johnny boy?
Little John: Yeah. Sweet charity.
Prince John and Sir Hiss[]
Prince John: Taxes! Taxes! Beautiful, lovely taxes!
Sir Hiss: S-Sire, you have an absolute skill... for encouraging contributions from the poor.
Prince John: To coin a phrase, my dear counsellor: "Rob the poor to feed the rich." Am I right? Tell me. What is the next stop, uh, Sir Hiss?
Sir Hiss: Uh, let me see, uh... Ooh! Yes, the next stop is Nottingham, sire.
Prince John: Oh! The richest plum of them all. Notting... ham.
Sir Hiss: A perfect fit, sire. Most becoming. You look regal, dignified... sincere, masterful, noble, chival...
Prince John: D-D-D-D-Don't overdo it, Hiss. There. That, I believe, does it. This crown gives me a feeling of power! Power! Forgive me a cruel chuckle, heh-heh-heh. Mm. Power. Hmm.
Sir Hiss: And how well King Richard's crown sits on your noble brow.
Prince John: Doesn't it? Uh, King Richard? I've told you never to mention my brother's name.
Sir Hiss: A-A mere slip of the forked tongue, your majesty. We're in this plot together, if you don't mind my saying so. And remember, it was your idea I hypnotized him, and...
Prince John: Ah-ah, I know. And sent him off on that crazy crusade.
Sir Hiss: Much to the sorrow of the queen mother.
Prince John: Yeah. Mother. Mother always did like Richard best.
Sir Hiss: Your Highness, please don't do that, if you don't mind my saying so. You see, you have a very loud thumb. Hypnotism can rid you of your psychosis-sis... so... easily.
Prince John: No! None of that! None of that.
Sir Hiss: Well, I was only trying to help.
Prince John: I wonder. Silly serpent.
Sir Hiss: "Silly serpent"?
Prince John: Now, look here. One more... One more hiss out of you... Hiss... And you are walking to Nottingham.
Sir Hiss: Snakes don't walk. They slither. Hmph. So there.
Robin Hood and Little John are in disguise as Fortunate Tellers[]
Little John: Now, what about that for luck? It's only a circus. A peanut operation.
Robin Hood: Peanuts? Why, you dunce, that's the royal coach. It's Prince John himself.
Little John: The prince? Wait a minute. There's a law against robbin' royalty. I'll catch ya later.
Robin Hood: What? And miss this chance to perform before royalty?
Little John: Here we go again.
Robin Hood: Oo-de-lally! Oo-de-lally! Fortune-tellers!
Little John: Fortunes forecast. Lucky charms.
Robin Hood: Get the dope with your horoscope.
Prince John: Fortune-tellers! How droll. Uh... Stop the coach.
Sir Hiss: Sire. Sire. They may be bandits.
Prince John: Oh, poppycock. Female bandits? What next? Rubbish. My dear ladies, uh, you have my permission... to kiss the royal hands, whichever you like first.
Robin Hood: Mmm! Oh! How gracious and generous.
Sir Hiss: Sire. Sire. Did you see what they...
Prince John: Stop. Stop hissing in my ear.
Sir Hiss: Did ya see? Did ya see?
Prince John: Hiss! Oh, you've hissed your last hiss. Suspicious snake.
Robin Hood: Masterfully done, your excellency. Now close your eyes and concentrate. Close your eyes. Tight. Shut. No peeking, sire. From the mists of time... come forth, spirits. Yoo-hoo!
Little John: Okay, little fireflies. Glow, babies. Glow.
Robin Hood: We're waiting. Ah... Oh! Look, sire. Look!
Prince John: Ah! Incredible. Floating spirits.
Robin Hood: Naughty, naughty. You mustn't touch, young man.
Prince John: Oh, how dare you strike the royal hand...
Robin Hood: Shh. Shh. You'll break the spell. Just gaze into the crystal ball. Oo-de-lally. Oo-de-lall... Oh! A face appears. A crown is on his noble brow.
Prince John: Oo-de-lally. A crown! How exciting!
Robin Hood: His face is handsome... regal, majestic, lovable. A cuddly face.
Prince John: "Handsome, regal... majestic, lovable." Yes, yes. "Cuddly." Oh, that's me to a "T." It really is, yes.
Prince John: Now what?
Robin Hood: I, uh... I see, um... your illustrious name.
Prince John: I know my name! Get on with it!
Robin Hood: Your name will go down, down... down in history, of course.
Prince John: Yes! I knew it! I knew it! Do you hear that, Hiss? Oh, you can't... He's in the basket. Do-Don't forget it.
Little John: Hmm. What have we here? Solid gold hubcaps. Oo-de-lally. The jackpot.
Prince John: Robbed! I've been robbed! Hiss! You're never around when I need you. Ahem, I've been robbed.
Sir Hiss: Of course, you've been robbed!
Robin Hood: Oo-de-lally! Oo-de-lally!
Little John: Fortunes forecast. Lucky charms.
Prince John: After them, you fools!
Prince John: No, no, no, no!
Sir Hiss: I knew it. I knew it. I just knew this would happen. I tried to warn you, but, no, no, no, you wouldn't listen. You just had to... Ah! Ah! Ah! Seven years bad... Ooh! Luck. That's what it is. Besides, you broke your mother's mirror.
Prince John: Mummy. I've got a dirty thumb.
The Sheriff of Nottingham[]
Alan A'Dale: Well, even though Prince John offered a huge reward... for the capture of Robin Hood... that elusive rogue kept right on robbing the rich to feed the poor. And believe me, it's a good thing he did... because what with taxes and all... the poor folks of Nottingham were starvin' to death. Uh-oh. Here comes Old Bad News himself... the Honourable Sheriff of Nottingham.
Sheriff of Nottingham: (singing) Every town Has the taxes too And the taxes is due Do- do-do-do-do (spoken) Well, looky there. (chuckles) Friar Tuck, the old do-gooder. He's out doin' good again.
Otto: Well, good mornin', Friar Tuck.
Friar Tuck: Shh, Otto, shh. For you, Otto, from Robin Hood.
Otto: Oh, God bless Robin Hood.
Otto: (offscreen) It's the sheriff. Hurry. Hide it quick.
Sheriff of Nottingham: Here I come, ready or not. Well, greetings from your friendly neighbourhood tax collector.
Otto: Oh, take it easy on me, Sheriff. Wha-Wha-What with this busted leg and all, you know... l-I'm way behind in me work, Sheriff.
Sheriff of Nottingham: I know, Otto, but you're way behind with your taxes too.
Friar Tuck: Oh, have a heart, Sheriff. Can't ya see he's laid up? Come on, Otto. You'd better sit down and rest.
Otto: (offscreen) Oh, thank you. Yes.
Sheriff of Nottingham: Let me give you a hand with that leg of yours. Upsy-daisy. Bingo. (offscreen) Oh, what they won't think of next. (onscreen) It smarts, don't it, Otto? But, Prince John says that taxes should hurt.
Friar Tuck: Now, see here, you-you evil, flint-hearted...
Sheriff of Nottingham: Now, now, now, now, save your sermon, preacher. It ain't Sunday, ya know. (singing) They call me a slob But I do my job
Skippy’s Birthday[]
Kids: (singing) Happy birthday to you Happy birthday to you Happy birthday, dear Skippy
Sheriff of Nottingham: (singing) Happy birthday to you (spoken) Well, now, sonny, that box is done up right pretty, ain't it?
Skippy: Well, Mr Sheriff, sir, it's my birthday present, sir.
Sheriff of Nottingham: It sure is. Why don't ya open it?
Skippy: Oh, boy! One whole farthing!
Sheriff of Nottingham: Gotcha!
Mrs. Rabbit: Have you no heart? We all scrimped and saved to give it to him.
Sheriff of Nottingham: Now, that's mighty "thoughty" of ya, "widder" woman. The family that saves together, pays together. Oh, now don't take it so hard, sonny. You know, Prince John wishes you a happy birthday too.
Robin Hood: Alms. Alms. Alms for the poor.
Sheriff of Nottingham: Hmm. Well.
Mrs. Rabbit: (gasps)
Sheriff of Nottingham: Well, so far it's been a cheerful morning. Keep savin'.
Mrs. Rabbit: What a dirty trick. You poor old man. Do come in. Come in and rest yourself.
Robin Hood: Thank ye kindly, Mother. Thank ye. Tell me now. Did me old ears hear someone singin' a birthday ditty?
Skippy: Yes, sir. And that mean, old sheriff...took my birthday present.
Robin Hood: Did he now? But be a stouthearted little lad, and don't let it get ya down.
Skippy: Gee whiz! It's Robin Hood!
Robin Hood: Happy birthday, son.
Sis: Oh, he's so handsome, just like his reward posters.
Robin Hood: Tell me, young man, how old are you today?
Skippy: Gosh. I'm seven years old, goin' on eight next year.
Robin Hood: Seven? Well, that does make you the man of the house. And I've got just the right present for you.
Skippy: For me? Gee, thanks, Mr Robin Hood, sir.- Hey, how do I look, huh?
Tagalong: Not much like Mr. Robin Hood.
Robin Hood: She's right. There is something missing. Of course! There you go.
Skippy: Boy, oh, boy! Now how do I look?
Sis: The hat's too big.
Mrs. Rabbit: Shh! Mind your manners.
Tagalong: Yes. Mind your manners.
Robin Hood: Don't worry. You'll grow into it, young man.
Skippy: Oo-de-lally! I'm gonna try it out.
Tagalong: Goodbye, Mr Robin Hood. Come again on my birthday.
Mrs. Rabbit: Oh, you have made his birthday a wonderful one. How can I ever thank ya?
Robin Hood: I only wish I could do more. Here. Now keep your chin up. Someday, there'll be happiness again in Nottingham. You'll see.
Mrs. Rabbit: Oh, Robin Hood, you've risked so much to keep our hopes alive. Bless you. Bless you.
Skippy Tries His Arrow Out[]
Toby Turtle: Gee. Did Robin Hood really give it to you?
Skippy: Yeah. And this is his own hat too.
Toby Turtle: Gee. I'd sure like to shoot your bow and arrow.
Tagalong: Let me try it, Skippy.
Skippy: Oh, no, you don't. I'm gonna shoot it first.
Sis: You're pointin' it too high.
Skippy: I'm not either. Watch this.
Toby Turtle: Uh-oh. Now ya done it.
Sis: Right in Prince John's backyard.
Tagalong: Skippy, you can't go in there.
Toby Turtle: Yeah. Prince John'll chop off your head. Like this.
Skippy: Oh, I don't care. I gotta get my arrow.
Sis: Wait a minute. Toby might tattle on ya.
Skippy: Yeah, Toby. You gotta take the oath.
Toby Turtle: An oath?
Tagalong: Put your hand on your heart and cross your eyes.
Skippy: Spider, snakes and a lizard head.
Toby Turtle: "Spiders, snakes and a lizard's head."
Skippy: If I tattletale, I'll die till I'm dead.
Toby Turtle: "If I tattletale, I'll die till I'm dead."
Meeting Maid Marian[]
Lady Klucky: Why, it's your turn to serve, Marian, dear.
Maid Marian: Are you ready, Lady Klucky?
Lady Klucky: Oh, as your lady-in-waiting. I'm waiting. I'm getting too old for this. Oh.
Maid Marian: Klucky, that was a good shot.
Lady Klucky: Oh! Not bad yourself, dear. Oh, my girdle's killing me.- Where is it? Did you lose it?- Well, it must be in there someplace.
Maid Marian: Oh, Klucky, you look so silly. Oh, look. There it is behind you. Oh! Well, hello. Where did you come from?
Skippy: Oh, please, don't tell Prince John. Mama said he'll chop off my head.
Maid Marian: Oh, don't be afraid. You've done nothing wrong.
Lady Klucky: Oh, Marian. What a bonny, wee bunny.
Maid Marian: Now, who does this young archer remind you of?
Lady Klucky: Oh. Well, upon my word, the notorious Robin Hood.
Maid Marian: That's right! Why, only Robin Hood wears a hat like that.
Skippy: Yeah, and look at this keen Robin Hood bow.
Tagalong: (sneezes)
Lady Klucky: Oh, Marian. Don't look around, but I do believe we're surrounded. Oh, mercy.
Sis: He snitched on us.
Maid Marian: It's all right, children. Don't be afraid. Please come here.
Toby Turtle: Do you think it's safe?
Tagalong: That's Maid Marian.
Sis: Mama said she's awful nice. Come on!
Tagalong: He-Hey, you guys, not so fast. Wait for me.
Sis: I told Skippy he was shooting too high.
Maid Marian: I'm so very glad he did. And now I get to meet all of you.
Tagalong: Gee. You're very beautiful.
Sis: Are you gonna marry Robin Hood?
Tagalong: Mama said you and Robin Hood are sweethearts.
Maid Marian: Well, um, you see, that was several years ago, before I left for London.
Toby Turtle: Did he ever kiss ya?
Maid Marian: Well, uh, no. But he carved our initials on this tree. I remember it so well.
Skippy: You gonna have any kids? My mama gots a lot of kids.
Maid Marian: Oh, he's probably forgotten all about me.
Skippy: Oh, not Robin Hood. I bet he'll storm the castle gates, fight the guards...rescue ya and drag ya out to Sherwood Forest.
Lady Klucky: Now, just a moment there, young man. You've forgotten Prince John.
Skippy: That old Prince John don't scare me none.
Toby Turtle: I'm scared of Prince John. He's cranky.
Lady Klucky: (as Prince John) (snide laugh) I, Prince John, challenge you to a duel. Take that. And that. And this.
Skippy: (as Robin Hood) Death to tyrants!
Lady Klucky: (as Prince John) (runs away cowering in fear)
Sis: Slice him to pieces! (laughs along)
Maid Marian: Oh, save me, my hero. Save me.
Lady Klucky: (as Prince John) Oh! Ouch! That's not fair. Mummy! (sucks her/his thumb in defeat)
Sis: That's Prince John, all right! (laughs hysterically)
Skippy: (as Robin Hood) Ya-hoo! Now I gotcha!
Lady Klucky: (as Prince John) Oh! Mercy! Mercy! He got me. I'm dying. Ohh!
Skippy: Did I hurt ya? Huh?
Lady Klucky: Now, this is the part where you drag your lady fair off to Sherwood Forest.
Skippy: (as Robin Hood) Come on, lady fair. Let's go!
Maid Marian: Oh, Robin, you're so brave and impetuous. Oh. So this is Sherwood Forest.
Skippy: Yeah, I guess so. Well, now what are we gonna do?
Maid Marian: Well, usually, the hero gives his fair lady a kiss.
Skippy: A kiss? Oh, that's sissy stuff.
Maid Marian: Well, if you won't, then I will. (chuckles as she kisses Skippy on the cheek)
Sis: They're kissing.
Sis, Tagalong and Toby Turtle: (laughs hysterically altogether)
Two Hearts Bound Afar[]
Lady Klucky: Ah, me. Young love. Oh, it's a grand thing.
Maid Marian: Oh, Klucky, surely he must know how much I still love him.
Lady Klucky: But, of course, my dear. Believe me, someday soon... your uncle, King Richard, will have an outlaw for an in-law. (chuckles)
Maid Marian: (chuckles) Oh, Klucky! But when? When?
Lady Klucky: Oh, patience, my dear. Patience. Remember, absence makes the heart grow fonder.
Maid Marian: Or forgetful. Oh, I've been away so long. What if he's forgotten all about me?
(Fades to Robin Hood and Little John in the woods)
Robin Hood: (hums a tune to himself)
Little John: Hey, lover boy. How's that grub comin', man? I'm starved.
Robin Hood: (continues humming)
Little John: Rob? Robin. Robaire. Hey!
Robin Hood: Hmm? What? What do you say?
Little John: Ah, forget it. Your mind's not on food. You're thinking about somebody with long eyelashes...and you're smellin' that sweet perfume. (sniffs the smoke, then coughs)
Robin Hood: Hey! Whoa! I-It's boiling over.
Little John: You're burnin' the chow!
Robin Hood: Sorry, Johnny. I guess I was thinking about Maid Marian again. I can't help it. I love her, Johnny.
Little John: Look, why don't ya stop moanin' and mopin' around? Just-Just marry the girl.
Robin Hood: Marry her? You don't just walk up to a girl, hand her a bouquet and say... "Hey, remember me? We were kids together. Will you marry me?" No, it just isn't done that way.
Little John: Ah, come on, Robby. Climb the castle walls. Sweep her off her feet. Carry her off in style.
Robin Hood: It's no use, Johnny. I've thought it all out, and it just wouldn't work. Besides, what have I got to offer her?
Little John: Well, for one thing, you can't cook.
Robin Hood: I'm serious, Johnny. She's a highborn lady of quality.
Little John: So she's got class. So what?
Robin Hood: I'm an outlaw. That's what. That's no life for a lovely lady. Always on the run. What kind of a future is that?
Friar Tuck: Oh, for heaven's sake, son. You're no outlaw. Why, someday, you'll be called a great hero.
Robin Hood: A hero? (chuckles) Did you hear that, Johnny? We've just been pardoned.
Little John: (chuckles) That's a gas. We ain't even been arrested yet.
Friar Tuck: All right, laugh, you two rogues...but there's gonna be a big to-do in Nottingham. (slups the chow, then coughs up a smoke ring) Well-done, ain't it? Old Prince John's havin' a championship archery tournament tomorrow.
Little John: Archery tournament? Old Rob could win that standin' on his head, huh, Rob?
Robin Hood: Thank you, Little John, but I'm sure we're not invited.
Friar Tuck: No, but there's somebody who'll be very disappointed if you don't come.
Little John: Yeah. Old Bushel Britches, the Honourable Sheriff of Nottingham.
Friar Tuck: No. (slups more of the chow) Maid Marian.
Robin Hood: Maid Marian?
Friar Tuck: Yeah. She-She's gonna give a kiss to the winner. (chuckles)
Robin Hood: Kiss to the winner! Oo-de-lally! Come on, Johnny. What are we waiting for?
Little John: Wait a minute, Rob. Hold it. That place will be crawlin' with soldiers.
Robin Hood: Aha. But remember...faint hearts never won fair lady. Fear not, my friends. (Shoots arrow with bow as it rickashay into the air, followed by Robin throwing his hat in the air afterwards) This will be my greatest performance.
Archery Tournament[]
(Trumpets sound off)
Prince John: Hiss, this is a red-letter day. A coup d'etat, to coin a Norman phrase.
Sir Hiss: Ooh. Oh, yes, indeed, sire. Your plan to capture Robin Hood in public is sheer genius. (chuckles genuinely)
Prince John: Hiss, no one sits higher than the king. Must I remind you, Hiss? (tisks to himself)
Sir Hiss: Do... Do forgive me, sire. I didn't mean to...
Prince John: My trap is baited and set. And then revenge! Ah! REVENGE!
Sir Hiss: Shh. Not so loud, sire. Remember, only you and I know. And your s-secret is my s-secret.
Prince John: Stop. Stop hissing in my ear. Secret? What secret?
Sir Hiss: Why, the capture of Robin Hood, sire.
Prince John: That insolent blackguard. Ooh! I'll show him who wears the crown!
Sir Hiss: I share your loathing, sire. That scurrilous scoundrel who fooled you with that silly disguise... who dared to rob you and make you look so utterly ridiculous.
Prince John: Enough! Hiss, you deliberately dodged.
Sir Hiss: But-But-But, sire, please...
Prince John: Stop sniveling and hold still. (Knocks Hiss on the head)
Sir Hiss: Thank you, sire.
Maid Marian: Oh, Klucky, I'm so excited. But how will I recognize him?
Lady Klucky: Oh, he'll let you know somehow. That young rogue of yours is full of surprises, my dear. (chuckles)
Robin Hood: There she is, Little John. Isn't she beautiful?
Little John: Cool it, lover boy. Your heart's runnin' away with your head.
Robin Hood: Ah, stop worrying. This disguise would fool my own mother.
Little John: Yeah. But your mom ain't here. You gotta fool Old Bushel Britches. -
Robin Hood: (in character) Sheriff, Your Honour?
Sheriff of Nottingham: Yeah.
Robin Hood: (in character) Meetin' ya face-to-face is a real treat. A real treat.
Sheriff of Nottingham: Well, now, thank you. (chuckles) Oh... Excuse me. I gotta go win this tournament.
Little John: Hey, old Rob's not a bad actor. But wait'll he sees this scene I lay on Prince John.
Little John: (in character) Ah! Me lord. My esteemed royal sovereign of the realm. The head man himself. You're beautiful.
Prince John: (chuckles) He has style, hey, Hiss?
Little John: (in character) (laughs) Ya took the words right outta my mouth, P.J.
Prince John: P.J. I like that. Do you know, I do. Hiss, put it on my luggage. P.J. (laughs wildly) P.J. Yes.
Sir Hiss: And you? Who might you be, sir?
Little John: (in character) I am Sir Reginald, Duke of Chutney. And don't stick your tongue out at me, kid. And now, Your Mightiness, allow me to lay some protocol on you.
Prince John: Oh, no. Forgive me, but I lose more jewels that way than… Please sit down.
Little John: (in character) Thanks, P.J. Couldn't get a better seat than this, could ya? The royal box. (Sits on Sir Hiss) Oh! Hey! Hey, what the... Oh, uh, excuse me, buster.
Sir Hiss: "Buster"? You, sir, have taken my seat.
Prince John/Little John: (in character): (laugh together)
Prince John: Hiss, with you around, who needs a court jester? Now get out there and keep your snake eyes open for you know who.
Sir Hiss: You... You-You mean, l... I'm being dismissed?
Little John: (in character): You heard His Mightiness. Move it, creepy. Get lost. Be gone, long one.
Sir Hiss: What cheek! "Creepy." "Buster." "Long one." Who does that dopey duke think he is?
Alan A'Dale: Now, he's up to somethin', Friar.
Friar Tuck: Yeah. Come on.
(Trumpets sound off as the tournament is set to begin) (Alan A'Dale and Friar Tuck catch Sir Hiss in a balloon viewing the competition, while Robin Hood in disguise walks up to Maid Marian)
Robin Hood: (in character) Ah, Your Ladyship. Beggin' your pardon, but it's a great honour...to be shootin' for the favour of a lovely lady like yourself. I hopes I win the kiss. (winks at Maid Marian)
Maid Marian: Oh! Well, thank you, my thin-legged archer. (chuckles) I wish you luck... (whispers) with all my heart.
Sir Hiss: Hmm. I wonder.
Captain (Crocodile): Your Highness, with your royal permission, we are ready to begin.
Prince John: Proceed, Captain.
Captain (Crocodile): The Tournament of the Golden Arrow will now begin.
(Crowds cheers) (Trumpets sound off beginning the tournament)
Toby Turtle: Yea, Dad.
(Sheriff of Nottingham shoots his arrow)
Crowd: (booing)
(Robin Hood in disguise shoots his arrow, landing on the target) (Crowd cheers, while Maid Marian claps with joy)
Prince John: A perfect bullseye. Well, well.
Little John: (in character) Yeah. That's what ya call pullin' it back and lettin' it go, P.J.
Robin Hood: (in character) I'm gonna win that golden arrow...and then I'm gonna present me-self to the lovely Maid Marian...
Sheriff of Nottingham: Listen, scissor bill, if you shoot half as good as you blabber-mouth...you're better than Robin Hood.
Robin Hood: (in character) "Robin Hood," he says. Wowee! I'm tip-top, all right, but I'm not as good as he is.
Little John: (in character) (chuckles) That kid's got class, ain't he, P.J.?
Prince John: Indeed he has, Reggie. Bravo! Bravo! Yes.
Robin Hood: (in character) Oh, um, by the way…I hear you're having a bit of trouble gettin' your hands on that Robin Hood.
Sheriff of Nottingham: He's scared of me. That's what he is. You notice he didn't show up here today. Heh! I could spot him through them phoney disguises.
Sir Hiss: It's him! It's Robin Hood! I just can't wait till I tell His Majesty.
(Friar Tuck with Alan A'Dale's instrument shoots down Sir Hiss' balloon with an arrow, then stuffs him into a barrel of Ale)
Sir Hiss: Unhand me, you... (Friar Tuck knocks him in, then closes the barrel with a cork) (echoes) Please. Please. I don't drink.
Captain (Crocodile): Attention, everyone. The final contestants are: The Honourable Sheriff of Nottingham.
Crowd: (booing)
Captain (Crocodile): And the spindle-legged stork from Devonshire.
Crowd: (cheers)
Prince John: My dear, I suspect you favor the gangly youth, hmm?
Maid Marian: Uh... Why, yes, sire. Well, at least he amuses me.
Prince John: (chuckles) Coincidentally, my dear young lady...he amuses me too. (chuckles)
Captain (Crocodile): For the final shoot-out...move the target back 30 paces.
Sheriff of Nottingham: You heard him, Nutsy. Get goin'. Move it, you birdbrain. And remember what you're supposed to do.
Nutsy: Yes, sir, Sheriff, sir.
(Sheriff of Nottingham shoots his arrow) (Nutsy moves for the arrow to land on the bullseye)
Crowd: (booing)
Sheriff of Nottingham: Well, that shot wins the golden arrow...the kiss and the whole caboodle.
(Sheriff of Nottingham with his bow, knock Robin's bow upward misfiring his arrow) (Robin Hood in disguise shoots a second arrow towards his first arrow, which then soars down on the bullseye splitting the Sheriff's arrow in two)
Crowd: (cheers with joy)
Friar Tuck: Yea! He did it! He did it! He did it!
(Prince John signals the Captain, who then whisper to one of the guards)
Robin Hood Unveiled/The Chase[]
Prince John: Archer, I commend you. And because of your superior skill you shall get what is coming to you. Our royal congratulations.
Robin Hood: (in character) Oh, thank you kindly, Your Highness. Meetin' you face-to-face, Your High and Mighty, is a real treat.
Prince John: Release the royal fingers. Ah! And now, I name you the winner. Or more appropriately… (Prince John with sword in hand, tears open Robin Hood's disguise revealing him) ...the loser.
Crowd: (gasps in shock)
Prince John: Seize him.
(Royal guards proceed to tie Robin Hood up)
Prince John: I sentence you to sudden, instant and even immediate death.
Maid Marian: (gasps) Oh, no! Oh! (whimpers as she begins to cry) Please. Please, sire. I beg of you to spare his life. Please, have mercy.
Prince John: My dear, emotional lady, why should I?
Maid Marian: Because I love him, Your Highness.
Prince John: Love him? And does this prisoner return your love?
Robin Hood: (see Marian shed a single tear) Marian, my darling, I love you more than life itself.
Prince John: Ah. Young love. Your pleas have not fallen upon a heart of stone. But traitors to the crown must die!
Robin Hood: Traitor to the crown? That crown belongs to King Richard. Long live King Richard!
Crowd: Long live King Richard!
Prince John: (quarreling) Enough! I am King! King! King! Ah! Off with his head!
(Executioner walks in, axe in hand)
Maid Marian: (sniffs) Oh, no. (cries)
Prince John: Stop! Executioner, stop! Hold your axe!
(Little John behind curtain, pulls Prince John's robe in one hand while in his other hand aim a knife in his back)
Little John: (out of character) Okay, big shot. Now tell 'em to untie my buddy, or I'll...
Prince John: Sheriff, release my buddy. I mean, release the prisoner!
Sheriff of Nottingham: Untie the prisoner?
Lady Klucky: You heard what he said, Bushel Britches!
Prince John: Sheriff, I make the rules. And since I am the head man… (Little John pulls against his robe) Not so hard, you mean thing. Let him go, for heaven sakes! Let him go!
Lady Klucky: Yee-hee! Love conquers all!
(Crowds cheers with joy as Maid Marian runs up to Robin Hood)
Robin Hood: I owe my life to you, my darling.
Maid Marian: I couldn't have lived without you, Robin.
Sheriff of Nottingham: There's somethin' funny goin' on around here.
Little John: Now, P.J., tell my palto kiss Maid Marian...or I've just found a new pincushion.
Sheriff of Nottingham: Why, you...
(Sheriff of Nottingham swing his sword at Little John, who the punches him under the chin)
Prince John: Kill him! Don't stand there! Kill him!
(Robin Hood and Little John proceed to battle the Royal Guards in a sword fight) (Prince John tries to attack Robin Hood, but fails)
Prince John: Don't hurt me. No! No! Don't hurt me! Help! Help! (Hides behind a barrel) Kill him!
Lady Klucky: Run for it, lassie! This is no place for a lady! (Attacks the Royal Guards with the Golden Arrow, while flipping the Sheriff of Nottingham over) Take that, you scoundrel!
Maid Marian: Help! Robin, help!
(Guard come after Maid Marian, until Robin Hood swings in saving her)
Robin Hood: Marian, my love, will you marry me?
Maid Marian: Oh, darling, I thought you'd never ask me. Oh, but you could have chose a more romantic setting.
Robin Hood: (continues to fight the guard while talking) And for our honeymoon, London!
Maid Marian: Yes!
Robin Hood: Normandy!
Maid Marian: Yes!
Robin Hood: Sunny Spain!
Maid Marian: Why not?
(Little John and Lady Klucky take on some of the guard in a tent)
Little John: Ooh, what a main event this is.
Lady Klucky: Yippee! Ya-hoo! Yippee!
Little John: What a beautiful brawl.
(Lady Klucky outside the tent, strikes one of the guards with the Golden Arrow causing them to run)
Little John: Hey! Who's driving this flying umbrella?
(Robin Hood faces against the Captain in his sword fight while still talking to Maid Marian)
Robin Hood: We'll have six children.
Maid Marian: Six? Oh, a dozen, at least. (chucks a pie at Nutsy after he tried to shoot Robin Hood with an arrow) Take that!
Robin Hood/Maid Marian: (laughs together)
Captain (Crocodile): Attention, everyone... (Gets run over by Little John and the Royal Guards in the tent)
Prince John: Stop the girl!
(Skippy shoot Prince John in the behind, whist Lady Klucky behind him whacks him in the head with the Golden Arrow)
Lady Klucky: Take that, you scurvy knave!
Prince John: Seize the fat one!
(Lady Klucky then proceeds in taking on the Royals Guards in a "football styled brawl")
Lady Klucky: (runs towards the woods, before turning back to speak) Long live King Richard! Ya-hoo!
(Little John grabs Lady Klucky pulling her into the woods, followed by the Royal Guards shooting arrows against the trees)
Prince John: (cowering in fear) Hiss! You're never around when I need you.
Sir Hiss: (drunkenly/echoing) Coming. Coming. (chuckles) For I'm a jolly good fellow. For I'm a jolly good fellow.
(Prince John open the cork off the barrel, then Sir Hiss pop out in a drunken state)
Sir Hiss: (drunkenly) Oh! Oh, there you are, old boy. P.J., you won't believe this,but the stork is really Robin Hood.
Prince John: Robin Hood.
(Prince John in a fit of rage, grabs Sir Hiss a ties him in a knot against a pole)
Prince John: Get out of that, if you can.
"Love"/"The Phony King of England"[]
Love, it seems like only yesterday
You were just a child at play
Now you're all grown up inside of me
Oh, how fast those moments flee
Once we watched a lazy world go by
Now the days seem to fly
Life is brief
But when it's gone
Love goes on and on
Love will live
Love will last
Love goes on and on and on
Once we watched a lazy world go by
Now the days seem to fly
Life is brief But when it's gone
Love goes on and on
Maid Marian: Oh, Robin, what a beautiful night. I wish it would never end.
Friar Tuck: Surprise! Long live Robin Hood!
Father Sexton/Mother Church Mouse: Hooray! Hooray!
Father Sexton: And long live Maid Marian!
Mother Church Mouse: Bravo! Bravo!
Crowd: Hear, hear! Bravo! Bravo! Hooray!
Lady Klucky: And down with that scurvy Prince John.
Little John: Yeah.
Little John: (singing) Oh, the world will sing of an English king a thousand years from now
And not because he passed some laws or had that lofty brow
While bonny good King Richard leads the great crusade he's on
We'll all have to slave away for that good-for-nothin' John
Incredible as he is inept, whenever the history books are kept
They'll call him the phoney King of England
Little John, Friar Tuck, Crowd: (singing) A pox on the phoney King of England
Little John: (singing) He sits alone on a giant throne pretendin' he's the king
A little tyke who's rather like a puppet on a string
And he throws an angry tantrum if he cannot have his way
And then he calls for Mom while he's suckin' his thumb.
You see, he doesn't want to play.
Too late to be known as John the First He's sure to known as John the Worst
A pox on that phoney King of England
Lay that country on me, babe.
Lady Klucky: Come on, Johnny! Go, man, go!
Little John: (singing) While he taxes us to pieces and he robs us of our bread
King Richard's crown keeps slippin' down around that pointed head, ah
But while there is a merry man in Robin's wily pack
We'll find a way to make him pay and steal our money back
A minute before he knows we're there
Old Rob'll snatch his underwear.
The breezy and uneasy King of England
The snivellin', grovellin'
Measly, weaselly
Blabberin', jabberin'
Jibberin', jabberin'
Plunderin', plottin'
Wheelin', dealin'
Prince John That phoney King of England, yeah
Double the Taxes/"Not in Nottingham"[]
Sheriff of Nottingham: (singing) He throws an angry tantrum if he cannot have his way. He calls for Mom and sucks his thumb and doesn't want to play. Too late to be known as John the First He's sure to be known as John the Worst. (chuckles) How about that?
Sir Hiss: (chuckles) That's P.J. To a "T." Let me try. Let me try. (prepare to sing) Too late to be known as John the First He's sure to be known as John the Worst (notices Prince John walk in) The fabulous, marvelous, merciful, ch-ch-chivalrous...
Sheriff of Nottingham: Oh, ya got it all wrong, Hiss. The snivellin', grovellin', weaselly...
Prince John: Enough! (Throws a glass pitcher over the Sheriff of Nottingham head, then smashes to pieces)
Sheriff of Nottingham: But-But, uh, sire, it's a big hit. The whole village is singin' it.
Prince John: Oh, they are, are they? Well, they'll be singing a different tune. Double the taxes. Triple the taxes. Squeeze every last drop...out of those insolent, musical peasants.
Alan A'Dale: Man, oh, man. That Prince John sure made good his threat. And his helpless subjects paid dearly for his humiliation, believe me. Taxes, taxes, taxes. Why, he taxed the heart and soul out of the poor people of Nottingham. And if you couldn't pay your taxes, you went to jail. Yep. I'm in here too. Nottingham was in deep trouble.
Alan A'Dale: (singing) Every town,
Has its ups and downs.
Sometimes ups.
Outnumber the downs. But not in Nottingham.
I'm inclined to believe,
If we weren't so down
We'd up and leave
We'd up and fly If we had wings for flyin'
Can't ya see the tears we're cryin'
Can't there be some happiness for me
Not in Nottingham
Friar Tuck Arrested[]
Father Sexton: Friar Tuck... (sighs) I don't think anyone is coming.
Friar Tuck: You're right, Sexton, but maybe the sound of this church bell will bring those poor people some comfort. We must do what we can to keep their hopes alive.
Mother Church Mouse: Oh. How can there be any hope with that tyrant Prince John taxing the heart and soul out of the poor people?
Friar Tuck: Yes, those poor people. Look, our poor box is like our church... empty.
Mother Church Mouse: Friar Tuck... we've saved this. It's not much, but... please take it for the poor. (Hands Friar Tuck a farthing coin)
Friar Tuck: Your last farthing? Ah, little sister. No one can give more than that. Bless you both.
Father Sexton: Oh, (chuckles) we were just saving it for a rainy day.
Friar Tuck: Well, it's rainin' now. (chuckles) Things can't get worse.
Sheriff of Nottingham: Howdy, Friar! Well, it looks like I dropped by just in time.
Father Sexton: What does that big-bellied bully want here?
Mother Church Mouse: Father, shh.
Sheriff of Nottingham: Hmm. Well, what have we got here?
Friar Tuck: Now, just a minute, Sheriff. Th-Th-Th-Th-That's the poor box!
Sheriff of Nottingham: It sure is, and I'll just take it for poor Prince John. Every little bit helps.
Mother Church Mouse: Ooh... you put that back!
Sheriff of Nottingham: And His Majesty also blesses you, little sister.
Friar Tuck: You thievin' scoundrel!
Sheriff of Nottingham: Now, take it easy, Friar. I'm just doin' my duty.
Friar Tuck: Collectin' taxes for that arrogant, greedy, ruthless, no-good Prince John?!
Sheriff of Nottingham: Listen, Friar. You're mighty preachy, and you gonna preach your neck right into a hangman's noose.
Friar Tuck: GET OUTTA MY CHURCH! (Begins to gut punch the Sheriff of Nottingham out of the church) Out! Out! Out! Out!
Sheriff of Nottingham: Ooh! Ooh! Ooh! Ooh!
Mother Church Mouse: Oh, dear me.
Friar Tuck: (Begins to sword fight against the Sheriff of Nottingham) You want taxes?! I'll give you taxes!
Sheriff of Nottingham: Ow!
Father Sexton: Give it to him! Give it to him! Give it to him, Friar!
(Trigger swoops in, covers Friar Tuck's head with his hood, while Sheriff of Nottingham begin to shackle him up with chains)
Sheriff of Nottingham: You're under arrest for high treason to the crown!
Mother Church Mouse: Oh no. (Begins to cry)
Father Sexton: Oh, there, there, Mother.
Alan A'Dale: (singing) Every town,
Has its ups and downs.
Sometimes ups,
Outnumber the downs. But not in Nottingham
A Plan to Capture Robin Hood[]
Sir Hiss: S-sire, if I may...may venture an opinion, you're not your usual cheerful, genial self today. I-I-I know, I know. You haven't counted your money for days. Hmm? It always makes you so happy. (Begins to jingle farthing coins with his tail) Sire, taxes are pouring in, the jail is full. And... Oh! I have good news, sire. Friar Tuck is in jail.
Prince John: (shouts as farthing coins scatter) FRIAR TUCK?! It's Robin Hood I want, you idiot! Oh! I'd give all my gold if I could just get my hands...Uh...Did you say "Friar Tuck"?
Sir Hiss: Did I? Oh. Y-Y-Yes, I did.
Prince John: Ah, Hiss! I have it. I'll use that fat friar, as bait to trap Robin Hood.
Sir Hiss: Another trap?
Prince John: Yes, yes, you stupid serpent. Friar Tuck will be led to the gallows in the village square, don't you see?
Sir Hiss: B-B-B-But sire, hang Friar Tuck?! A man of the church?
Prince John: Yes, my reluctant reptile. And when our elusive hero tries to rescue the corpulent cleric... (laughs) my men will be ready. Ha ha!
(Cuts to Nutsy, Trigger and Sheriff of Nottingham setting up the execution noose)
Sheriff of Nottingham: Well, Trigger, everything's rigged up and all set.
Trigger: Yep. It's one of the prettiest scaffolds you ever built, Sheriff.
Nutsy: Oh, Sheriff, don't ya reckon we'd oughta give that there trapdoor a test? (Pulls the lever to the trap door, as the Sheriff of Nottingham falls in annoyed)
Sheriff of Nottingham: "Criminently." Now I know why your mama called ya Nutsy.
Robin Hood: (in character) Alms. Alms for the poor. Do me old ears hear the melodious voice of the sheriff?
Sheriff of Nottingham: That's right, old man.
Robin Hood: (in character) What be goin' on here?
Sheriff of Nottingham: We're gonna hang Friar Tuck.
Robin Hood: (out of character) No! Hang Fri... (jumps back in character) Um, hang Friar Tuck?
Nutsy: You betcha, at dawn. And maybe it'll even be a double hangin'. (Trigger covers his bill)
Trigger: Shh! Shh! Dummy up, you dummy.
Robin Hood: (in character) A double hangin', eh? Who be the other one who gets the rope?
Trigger: Sheriff, he's gettin' too all-fired nosy.
Robin Hood: (in character) I didn't mean nothin'. But, um, couldn't there be trouble if Robin Hood showed up?
Nutsy: Well, what do ya know, Sheriff? He guessed it.
Trigger: Nutsy, button your beak.
Robin Hood: (in character) Ah, no need to worry. The sheriff be too crafty, too clever and too smart for the likes of him, says I.
Sheriff of Nottingham: (chuckles) Ya hear that, Nutsy? (chuckles) For bein' blind, he sure knows a good man when he sees one. Heh... Says I.
Trigger: Sheriff, I still got a feelin' that that snoopy, old codger knows too much.
Sheriff of Nottingham: Oh, shut up, Trigger. He's just a harmless, old, blind beggar.
Robin Hood: (in character) Alms. Alms for the poor. Alms. Alms for the poor.
Little John: Rob... we can't let 'em hang Friar Tuck.
Robin Hood: A jailbreak tonight is the only chance he's got.
Little John: A jailbreak? There ain't no way you can get...
Robin Hood: We've got to, Johnny, or Friar Tuck dies at dawn.
Escape the Prince's Castle[]
(Robin Hood and Little John begin to sneak in the Castle grounds pass the guards and the Sheriff)
Nutsy: One o'clock...and all's well!
(Clock tower chimes)
Sheriff of Nottingham: Nutsy, you better set your brains ahead a couple of hours.
Nutsy: Yes, sir. Uh, does that there mean addin' or subtractin'?
Sheriff of Nottingham: Oh, let's forget it.
Nutsy: Yes, sir, Sheriff, sir.
Sheriff of Nottingham: Nutsy, how can I sleep with you yellin' "All's well!" all the time here?
Trigger: Sheriff, everything ain't "all's well." I got a feelin' in my bones...there's gonna be a jailbreak any minute.
Sheriff of Nottingham: "Criminently," Trigger! Point that peashooter the other way.
Trigger: Don't you worry none, Sheriff. The safety's on Old Betsy. (Trigger taps Old Betsy, then an arrow sets of rickashaying everywhere)
Sheriff of Nottingham: What in tarnation you tryin' to do, you birdbrain? (Hits Trigger on the head)
Trigger: Just doin' my duty, Sheriff.
Sheriff of Nottingham: Oh, you and that itchy trigger finger of yours.
(Little John nabs Nutsy by the bill)
Trigger: Hey, did you hear that?
Sheriff of Nottingham: Sure did, Trigger. There's somethin' funny goin' on around here. Come on. You cover me. Wait a minute. Uh, is the safety on Old Betsy?
Trigger: You bet it is, Sheriff.
Sheriff of Nottingham: That's what I'm afraid of. You go first. All right, you in there! Come out with your hands up!
Trigger: Yeah. Reach for the sky!
Robin Hood: (in character) Just you watch this "preformance," partner.
Little John: Be careful, Rob.
Robin Hood: (in character) Jehoshaphat, Trigger! Put that peashooter down.
Sheriff of Nottingham: Oh, shucks, Trigger. It's only Nutsy. And "criminently," get back to your patrol. On the double. Git!
Trigger: I'm a-gittin'. I'm a-gittin'.
Sheriff of Nottingham: That Trigger. He's gittin' everybody edgy. Nothing's gonna happen. That fat friar is gonna dangle from the gallows come daybreak.
Robin Hood: (in character) Fine. Why don't ya just sit yourself down here, kinda cozy-like?
Sheriff of Nottingham: Well, thank ya, Nutsy.
Robin Hood: (in character) Just close your sleepy little eyeballs. The sandman's a-comin'. Why don't you, uh, let me loosen that belt? Rockabye, Sheriff Just you relax.
Sheriff of Nottingham: I'm relaxing.
(Robin Hood and Sheriff of Nottingham both hum Rock-A-Bye Baby)
Sheriff of Nottingham: Ooh. Oh, Nutsy, that's mighty sweet. Sing it one more time, will ya?
Robin Hood: (in character) Rockabye, Sheriff Just you relax
Sheriff of Nottingham: I'm relaxing.
Trigger: Wait a minute! Jailbreak! Jailbreak! I heard it! I heard it, Sheriff! The door, the door!
Sheriff of Nottingham: Now, for the last time, no more false alarms. (kicks Trigger)
Trigger: Ow!
Robin Hood: (out of character) Now, you release Friar Tuck and the others, and I'll drop in on the royal treasury.
Friar Tuck: Oh. Little John! It can't be!
Little John: Shh. Quiet. We're bustin' outta here.
Friar Tuck: Thank God. My prayers have been answered.
Skippy: I'm ready. Where's the bad guys?
Friar Tuck: Take it easy, son.
(Robin Hood sneaks into Prince John's room, while both he and Sir Hiss sleep soundly)
Prince John: (sleepily) Robin Hood? I'll get even. I'll get... It's Robin Hood I-I want.
Friar Tuck: Praise the Lord, and pass the tax rebate!
Little John: Come on. Follow me.
(Little John nabs Sheriff of Nottingham out of his seat, swapping his clothes on him)
Trigger: Sheriff, now... now...now don't get your dander up...but I still got a feelin' that...
Little John: Friar. Get goin'. Hurry.
(Clock Tower chimes)
Prince John: (woken up) Guards! Guards! My gold! Oh no, no, no! They're getting away with my gold! Guards! Guards! To the jail! Rhinos, halt! Stop! Desist!
Robin Hood: Everybody, this way! That's all of them. Get going!
Little John: This ain't no hayride. Let's move it outta here. Ho!
Friar Tuck: On to Sherwood Forest!
Mrs. Rabbit: Stop! My baby!
Tagalong: Mama, mama! Wait for me!
Sheriff of Nottingham: We got him now!
Robin Hood: Keep going. Don't worry about me.
Sheriff of Nottingham: This time we got him for sure.
Prince John: Shoot him! Kill him! Kill him!
Little John: Come on, Rob. Come on!
Skippy: He's just gotta make it.
Little John: No. No, no.
Prince John: Hiss! He's finished! Done for! La, la-la!
Skippy: He's gonna make it, isn't he, Little John? Hey, what's that? Little John, lookit, lookit.
Little John: Hey, what the...Oh, man, did you have me worried, Rob. I thought you were long gone.
Skippy: Ah, not Robin Hood. He could've swum twice that far, huh, Mr. Robin Hood, sir?
Sir Hiss: Look, sire. Look. He's made it! He got away again.
Robin Hood/Skippy: A pox on the phoney King of England! Oo-de-lally! - Oo-de-lally!
Prince John: [Robin Hood and Skippy mock him after another trap failed] Oh, no. It's so miserably unfair.
Sir Hiss: Well, I tried to tell you, but no-no-no, you wouldn't listen. Your traps just never work. And now look what you've done to your mother's castle.
Prince John: [notices the castle is burning, horrified] AAAAAGH! Mummy! [sucks his thumb, then loses his temper and furiously confronts Hiss, by start chasing him around with a plank, for Hiss being framed] Hold still, you cowardly cobra!
Sir Hiss: Sire, no! Please! Oh, no!
Prince John: Procrastinating python!
Hiss: Mercy!
Prince John: Aggravating asp!
Hiss: Save me! Oooooh!
Prince John: You eel in snake's clothing!
Sir Hiss: [flees into the castle with Prince John, still sucking his thumb, in pursuit] Help! He's gone stark raving MAAAAAD!
A Happy Ending for All[]
Alan A'Dale: (laughs) You know, I thought we'd never get rid of those two rascals. But lucky for us folks, King Richard returned and... well, he-he just straightened everything out. Say, we better get over to the church. Sounds like somebody's gettin' hitched.
Crowd: Long live Robin Hood! Long live King Richard!
King Richard: Oh, Friar Tuck. It appears that I now have an outlaw for an in-law. (he and Friar Tuck laugh) It's not bad.
Toby Turtle: Gee, Skippy, how come you're goin'?
Skippy: Well, Robin Hood's gonna have kids, so somebody's gotta keep their eye on things.
Little John: Ho!
Lady Klucky: Oh! I've never been so happy.
Nutsy: Hey, here come the bride, Trigger. "Persent"... arms!
Alan A'Dale: (chuckles) Well, folks, that's the way it really happened.
Chorus: Love goes on and on Oo- de-lally, oo-de-lally Golly, what a day Oo- de-lally, oo-de-lally Golly, what a day!