Bit: Tom Sings a Folk Song
Episode: 803b- The Mole People
[SOL]
(Mike, Crow, and Gypsy are standing
around waiting for something)
Mike (Looking at
his watch): Well, he's
late, I'm gonna leave.
Gypsy: Me,
too.
Crow: Yep. (Servo
enters, guitar in hand.)
Tom: Why, hello
young Crow, stout Mike, Gypsy gal!
Gypsy: Oooh!
Crow: Geez...
Tom: Well I'm
gonna tell you all a story about a young 'bot named
Tom...(begins strumming the guitar strings)...and what he
did in the black sea of space for the last 500 year, in the
great traditon of the oooooold balladier....
Gypsy: Oh
boy!
Crow: Strap
in!
Mike: Dear
God.
Tom (to himself,
struggling with the guitar): This should be
an open D....(Find the right note, begins his introduction)
Well, I'm gonna take you down the river of song, eight score
year and ten, when freighters roamed the sea and Bismuth was
(trying to get to the right note on the
guitar)...king...(still struggling) Well, there!
Mike (cringing at
the incorrect note): That....that,
doesn't quite work...
Tom (still trying
to get the intro started): Well, it was
nine and twenty years I was on the merchant marine and
billeted on the...(loses the note on the guitar again)...oh
damn!...new strings, Ernie Ball super slinky, ya know!
Crow: Yeah, any
time, Burl Ives!
Tom:
Got it! (resuming introduction)
...billeted on the Mary-Ellen Carter, bound for the dry
Tortugas with a bellyfull of Bismuth, the crew of two-score
and five, hale men...and...(loses note again)...
Crow (To
Gypsy): What's the
score?
Gypsy: It's
twenty, now hush! Go on with your story, Tom!
Tom: I'm
trying!...(still struggling)..okay..(continues his
introduction) True to the last, and their mettle was tested
in the roaring forties! (singing) Lady Winter she was angry
as the rollers cracked....rollers....(Loses the note yet
again, speaks)...Sharp! It's sharp! STUPID GUITAR! STUPID!
Come on!
Mike: Hey, hey,
did you bring it up from the basment recently?
Tom: No!
Gypsy: Maybe the
neck is warped.
Tom: No!
Gypsy: --you
should keep an orange peel in the case!
Crow: Servo, you
couldn't tune a kazoo!
Tom: THESE
STRINGS, OKAY???...(tunes the guitar frantically)...okay,
wait, wait, okay, okay, no wait, okay...(finally gets the
right note; singing)...Lady Winter she was angry as the
rollers cracked--(One of the strings snaps and flies off,
hitting Mike in the eye.)
Mike: (Clutching
his eye) Ow! Ow!
Crow: Whoah!
Tom: Come on!
Forget it! Okay? Just forget it! Fine!
Crow: Well, don't
worry Servo you're still better than Mark Cohen. (Movie
sign)
ALL: Movie sign!!!
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