Act III Scene I

Hello, I Must Be Going.

Bankroll :

Prince of Pop and now the King

You have them now, everything

What's a poor bankroll to do

You have my Reese's pieces too

Since the King's body they found

I have no wish to stick around

Dead bodies are not pretty sights

Holy MacKarl has read the last rites

Father, Let us skip out on the rent

His purse strings you shall hardly dent

Would we my son if we were able

to leave from this gloomy stable

Though it's no bigger than a closet

I had to pay a damage deposit

Tonight we ride under the heavens

off to the nearest seven-elevens

Please do not tell the King we goes

He's read the script, he already knows.

[And behind Door number 2]

MacBain :

Vere vill you go my leetle brudder

Fodder is dead we've not anudder

MacDonald will take me from this stage

I can work for him for minimum wage

But, what of you my noble blood

I vill join vorces with MacFudd

Not MacFudd! That's beyod belief.

He's only here for Comic Relief

Ven you are older, you vill know

Vhy it iz to him zat now I go.

Ven you meet him, you vill see

Zat he tawks vunnier zan me

Good Luck then, I hope you save us

Kum, zee me ven I open in Vegaz

Be stealthy men, and quick like foxes

And take along these drinking boxes

Come, the dark is drawing nigh

I think it's time we said bye-bye

MacAroni, though you're filled with grief

I know you'll make a great crew chief

And MacBain, don't worry about a thing

we must be quiet, so please don't sing

We leave now when the hour is late

If I can just find the Exit gate

I'm really sick of all this crap

Does anyone here have a map?

Now do not get yourselves all crossed

It's not my fault that we are lost.

I think there's a porter in that section

Why don't you ask him for directions?

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