Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Move not, lest I strike thee also with my quarterstaff.
Lights.
Hey, where's Marian?
♪ Fol, rol, riddle, rol Hey, noney, no ♪
- So how's it going? - Oh, well, looks a little bit
Hee hee.
♪ Singing, hey, down Merry down, down ♪
I believe that's pate.
- [gasps] - Ah-ha!
Except that Maid Marian has been kidnapped,
¡Cuando por fin te llega tu miniatura !
- Hi-ho, Merry Men. - Hi-ho, Robin Hood.
♪ It's time to put on makeup It's time to dress up right ♪
♪ Singing, hey, down Merry down, down ♪
To the forest! To the forest!
- Sure you'd be perfect for it. - I can do it!
[drumroll]
Who's there? [grunts]
[laughing] Ooh, ow!
Oh, sir, Robin Hood, thou did smite him mightily on the pâté.
Thank you, Lynn. Thank you, Uncle J.P.
- You couldn't play Friar Tuck. - Sister Tuck?
[fanfare]
No, it was the fact that you were a frog.
Town crier on stage.
♪ Your feet are not webbed ♪
♪ It's time to get things started ♪
- That was an easy job. - Sure.
Hello.
But also... her dressing room door became sort of stuck.
I prefer things more hip and less green.