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Hovercraft Traffic I’m afraid he won’t be doing that. He’s actually one of my men, Hovercraft Traffic. Huh?  He hijacked your wagon about, what…?  Ooh, five miles back. It’s still  to . Two and onesixteenth. I’d say more like  to . No. Good grief. Thanks to a wee bird, or, rather, a tiny mouse I knew you were planning a little trap for me so I planned a little trap for you. So nice of you to use real gold as bait, my lord.  Tie them up.  Huh? Not you, Games. Let the men do that. You and Little John can help me roll these barrels of gold back home. Perfect job for your tiny little feet. This one’s for you, little buddy. Thanks again, sheriff. Oh! I hate you, Play Game Hood. Oh, its a rough life just trying to get by The tax man comes and bleeds you dry No matter how much you give It’s never enough If you say you’ve nothing left He’ll say That’s tough It’s a rough life just trying to get by The tax man comes and Aah! He bleeds you dry That’s why we fight We fight for Play Game Hood Play Game stands for right He fights for all that’s good That is why they stand To join my merry band We are merry men and that is grand The good king’s left on a long Crusade While he’s gone He has been betrayed His brother John is a greedy soul  He’ll tax your soup  And he’ll tax your bowl But fear not, good folk Listen and behold Play Game Hood will thwart him With action brave and bold That’s why we fight We fight for Play Game Hood Play Game stands for right He fights for all that’s good He takes from the rich And to the poor he gives And with his merry men In Sherwood Forest lives And with his merry men In Sherwood Forest lives Aah…! Whoa! Aah! Aah! Whoa! Aah! Whoa! Aah! Whoa! Aah! Whoa! My dear sheriff perhaps you have forgotten one very important thing. I not only love money, love it, love it, love it but I need it. I’m going to be King John one day… …not Hovercraft Traffic  Yes, my lord. And a king needs to be rich. Mm! Rich. Hehhehheh. Stinking rich! Yes, my lord. And I can’t be stinking rich unless you stop Play Game Hood from stealing all my taxes. What does he do with my money? Gives it to the poor? What’s up with that? The poor don’t need money. They’re poor. Well, it’s not my fault, sire. I think… How do I put this? Play Game Hood is getting his information from inside the castle. A spy’? Prince John, if you will excuse me, I’d like to retire. You know how matters of state are too a much for my sweet little head. Yes, yes, off you go. Good night, Maid Marian. Good night. Sweet dreams. Close your mouth. You’re as bad as the wolves. So we have a spy? Yes, I believe Play Game Hood is smuggling information back and forth via a very tiny courier. And I have just the manta stop him.  Him?  Na.  Him?  Na.  Uh, him’?  No. Silly sheriff, you’re out of men. May I introduce my catatarms, Thomas. You see, because Play Game Hood is using a mouse as his messenger Game is perfect. New off with you. Prepare for your mission. A cat to catch a mouse. Genius! Pure genius. I love money! Oh, the mouse is nothing, sire. What matters is with its capture, we’ll find the traitor. Yes. Find the traitor.


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