The Fox and the Crow in "Inn Trouble" - a chainlink story
Here is the third Fox and Crow chainlink story,
(Openings on Fauntleroy leaving his house with a bunch of wood, paint, and tools in his hand. Crawford notices Fauntleroy)
Crow: Hey, Foxie! What are ya doin'?
Fox: I'm starting my own business. I'm making an Inn called "Fauntleroy's Motel." Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got work to do and money to earn.
(Crawford's eyes enlarge and his pupils turn into cash signs)
Crow: Humm, it seems like dat Fox is gonna hit it big. I know, I'll start my own Inn too, it'll be called "Crawford's Motel." Now, all I have ta do is git some supplies and follow Foxie and I'm okay.
(Crawford grabs some tools and hides in the back of Fauntleroy's car right before it drives off. In the car, Fauntleroy whistles the tune he was singing in "Toll-Bridge Trouble." When they arrive at a clearing (a desert), Fauntleroy starts unpacking. Crawford jumps out of the back of the car and surprises Fauntleroy.)
Crow: Greetings Foxie!
Fox: Oh no, it's you, you crazy, crooked, mean ol' CROW!
I suppose you're going to start a business too?
Crow: Yup. And it's gonna be way better then your's, chum!
TO BE CONTINUED......
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Re: The Fox and the Crow in "Inn Trouble" - a chainlink story
Fox: Oh, it will?
Crow: Yup! My motel is gonna have da woiks! Picture 'dis: swimmin' pools, cable TV, a lounge, exercise room an' fitness center, meetin' rooms, a couple dozen restaurants, room service, an arcade, hot tubs, a spa, an all you can eat buffet, free continental breakfast, tennis courts, ..... and mints on yer pillow! I bet dat's more den YOUR ol' fleabag motel is gonna offer, Foxie!
Fox: And just *where* are you going to build this motel of yours, Crowy?
Crow: Why, right here, chum! I just need to borrow a few supplies...
Crow: Like this saw, this drill, this lumber...
Fox: Stop that right now or I'lll (waves hammer up in the air like he's going to hit the Crow with it)
Crow: and dis HAMMER (grabs the hammer and taps the Fox on the head with it, putting him out like a light)
We then see the fox in a bed, just waking up.
Fox: Where...where am I?
Crow: Why you're at the finest motel this side of Tucson!
Fox: No! Not *YOU* ...but how did you build this place so quickly???
Crow: I'm fast when I'm motivated, and it seems your stay at Crawfors Motel (three weeks, two days, and five hours) is coming to an end now that you've come to, so here is your bill!
Fox: Bill? But I never checked in???
Crow: Sure you did, don't you remember? (holds up a book) see, here's where you signed in (points to "Fulneroid Fox" in childish handwriting, obviosly not the signature of the fox).
Fox: Well, I guess I'll have to pay, where's my bill?
Crow: Let's see, you signed up for the delux honeymoon suite, the most expensive place in the joint! so...
Crow: Dat'll be two dollars!
Fox: Two dollars? How dare you! That's an insult!
Crow: Just a reminder Foxie, if youse don't cough up dat dough in da next hour or so I'm chargin' ya more, say four dollars!
Fox: Oh dear me, what'll I do?
Crow: Cough up da dough ya dope!
Fox: Oh yes, yes.
(Fauntleroy starts reaching in his pocket, when he notices that Crawford's sheepish grin)
Fox: No, I still won't do it!
Crow: Oh ya won't, huh? Well, here at "Crawford's Motel" we believe in service.......
Fox: Service? You mean, you'll lower my bill?
Crow: Of course not, da service is for me and MY MONEY! So pay up!
Fox: Why you, you, you, you......
Crow: You will pay me my money, bub!
Fox: No, I refuse, it's impossible! It's outrageous! Humph!
Good day sir!
(Fauntleroy starts heading for the door, but Crawford blocks it)
Crow: Oh no ya don't. You ain't leavin' until ya pay da bill!
Fox: But, but, you, but, I, but, but, but........
Crow: But nothin'! You don't go no where until you pay me my two bucks. (the crow leaves and slams the door)
Fox: Well, Foxie, it seems you've gotten yourself into yet another predicament! When will you ever learn to keep as far away from that nasty dirty lice-ridden crow as possible?
(door opens again) Crow: I may be dirty, but I don't have lice! It's a scientific fact that lice only attach thenselves to clean healthy hair or feathers. They don't like dirt! Anyway, to keep you from escaping I'm going to board up this room until you pay up!
The Crow goes outside, but it isn't a motel, it's just one room. The Crow then covers the window with boards and baricades the door.
Crow: Crawford, you're such a smart crow! Why build a whole motel when you can just milk one customer dry for weeks at a time!?
To Be Continued...
Fox: Well, while I'm stuck here I might as well watch a little television. It'll take my mind off that chiseling crow.
Fox picks up the remote control and turns on the television.
Fox: I wonder what's on the FOX Network... *
Crow (from outside): I hear you watchin' TV in there, Foxie! We charge extra for dat here at Crawford's Motel! Don't worry, I've added it to your bill! It's only another two bucks!
Fox (angry): WHAT!? Why...that... OOOOOOooooh! I hate HIM! (Turns off the TV)
Fox: I'll, I'll... just take a nap. He certainly can't charge me for doing that! Hmm... this bed is rather comfy. You know, two dollars isn't such a bad price for the Deluxe Honeymoon Suite. And look at this brochure that ol' crow left in here. This place has tennis courts, swimming pools...
Crow: Hehe, what a chump! This is the best idea I ever thunk up!
Fox (from inside): Oh, Crowy! Crowy! I've been thinking. I'll pay...
Crow: Dat's great!
Fox (still from inside): I'd also like to extend my stay! I'd like to play some tennis, do some swimming... just like in your brochure! A vacation is just what I need!
Crow: What am I gonna do? I don't really have any of dat stuff!
* = I couldn't resist such a bad pun. Sorry.
I really liked your "bad pun" gag, Jon, it was hilarious!
Now on with the story.....
(Crawford spies some pipes and a bathtub in the back of Fauntleroy's car)
Crow: Hold it! I just had a brilliant idea!
(Crawford builds another small room attached to Fauntleroy's with a door labeled "Pool." Inside of it, Crawford sets up the pipes and the bathtub and then walks over to Fauntleroy's door, it opens and Fauntleroy comes out with two dollars in his hand.)
Fox: Oh! it's you Crowy, ol' pal, here's your two dollars.
(Fauntleroy hands him his two dollars)
Fox: Now, can I play tennis, or swim in the pool, or relax at your casino?
Crow: Well, uh, our tennis court is outta order, and we're re-buildin' da casino.
Fox: What about the pool?
Crow: Come wit' me, Foxie!
(Crawford leads Fauntleroy to the room with the bathtub inside it)
Crow: Behind dis door!
Fox: Oh my, I can hardly wait!
(Fauntleroy opens the door and.......)
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Fox: Oh, my! I must change into my bathing suit!
Fox runs off-screen and quickly returns dressed in an old-fashioned bathing suit.
Fox: Okay, all ready!
Crow: Here ya are, chum. Our world-famous genuine indoor swimmin' pool!
Fox looks over to see a bathtub filled with water. Crawford has also quickly set up a lawn chair and an umbrella beside it. Crawford has also hastily set-up a "diving board" (a few random pieces of lumber, that look like they quickly nailed together).
Fox looks at his brochure and then at the "pool" a couple times.
Fox: Say, Crowy, that pool doesn't quite look like it's an "Olympic Size Swimming Pool", like here in your brochure. (Fox points to a picture of a grand looking swimming pool on his brochure).
Crow: Now, I wouldn't want to take one of my most DISTINGUISHED guests to the regular ol' pool, would I? Think of da germs an' stuff! Here's yer own PRIVATE INDOOR POOL!
Fox: Oh my, all this for little old me?
Crow: Yup! Not only that, it's a JACUZZI!
Fox: A jacuzzi?
Crow: Yup! So just sit back and relax.
(Fauntleroy sits back in the bathtub, then Crawford fills it with warm water)
Crow: Now, how does dat feel.
Fox: Very relaxing and comfortable, Mr. Crow!
Crow: Hey Foxie!
Crow: How's da water?
Fox: It's okay, but the water isn't warm enough.
Crow: Don't worry, chum! I'll fix that!
(Crawford puts fire wood under the bathtub and lights it on fire, making the bath water boil!)
Crow: Now, what do ya think.
Fox: It's very relax..........OWWWWWW!
(Fauntleroy runs screaming from the room with his tail caught on fire. He puts it out and it's burned to a crisp. Then, he soon notices that the motel is no where to be seen. Then a thought bubble appears over his head saying, "There was no motel - YOU DOPE!")
Fox: Oooooh! That chiseling crow! I'll show him! And my poor tail.....
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The Fox (now with a heavily bandaged tail) is hiding behind a bush watching the Crow.
Crow (talking to himself, counting the money he got from the Fox): Well, Crawford, me boy... looks like da motel business was VERY good to you! Hehehe, dat Fox is sure a sucker!
Fox: Why that miserable Crow!
The sun starts going down.
Crow: Gosh, it's gettin' dark! An' I'm out here in da desert all alone. I've heard creepy tales of UFOs an' aliens landin' in places like dis. Aww, what am I talkin' about? Dat stuff only happens in da movies!
Fox (with a sly look on his face): Hmm... that gives me an idea...
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