The Awesome 'All's Well That Ends Well' April NSD Challenge!

marmiterulesok

The big question on everyone's lips is: what play are we putting on next?It's here that the plot thickens....

As ever,Swedish Chef is never far from throwing a mega wobbly.

We were chatting t'other night about 'The Scottish Play',and who we could cast as Macbeth.....anyway SC bustles in,bazookie in hand,and starts moaning about 'Scottish' play,'Danish' play,why no Swedish play?

Apparently The Bard didn't write a 'Swedish' play,so SC has suggested that we stage a production of Mamma Mia.

Any thoughts?

marmiterulesok

You might find yourself chuckling as you read this:
Hubert has offered to play a 'wise women'.You heard me right.

Anything to be in a dress.Canny,very canny. :rotfl::rotfl::rotfl:

marmiterulesok

Good morning all! :hello:



Whatever your plans,have a lovely day.

Ok,whose nipping out for chocolate croissants?

Oh,and a large coffee for me please.

Nargleblast

Scene - 16th century England. William Shakespeare sits at his desk, quill in hand, scribbling away. A hairy donkey wearing a rose pink ruff around his neck looks over his shoulder. A door opens, and in comes a portly man with a huge moustache, speaking in a strange tongue from foreign shores. He is waving a chicken in the air. He is followed by a strange, slightly misshapen person in ragged doublet and hose, clutching a manuscript which proclaims Ye Olde Soupe and Brothe Book.

Nargleblast

Will: Prithee be gone, Cooke, I must finish my work.Thou shalt see this on the world's stages many years hence, with much acclaim.

Cooke: Hurdy gurdy mamma mia chicky boom boom bork!

Will: Yes, for sure 't will have musick and dancing, listen to this " Oh my mother, here goeth we again, oh my, how may we resist your crafty wiles?"

Now Igor, take thy a s s from hence and leave me in peace- he tortureth me with his pleas to let him play a fair maiden.....such nonsense, forsooth, the world will never see a donkey in a dress and dainty shoes playing Juliet.....

marmiterulesok

Nargleblast wrote: »

Scene - 16th century England. William Shakespeare sits at his desk, quill in hand, scribbling away. A hairy donkey wearing a rose pink ruff around his neck looks over his shoulder. A door opens, and in comes a portly man with a huge moustache, speaking in a strange tongue from foreign shores. He is waving a chicken in the air. He is followed by a strange, slightly misshapen person in ragged doublet and hose, clutching a manuscript which proclaims Ye Olde Soupe and Brothe Book.

Gadzooks!

Interesting plot development.

A historic meeting of minds.....

As The Bard said.....rushes off to find quote....back in a mo

marmiterulesok

Nargleblast wrote: »

Will: Prithee be gone, Cooke, I must finish my work.Thou shalt see this on the world's stages many years hence, with much acclaim.

Cooke: Hurdy gurdy mamma mia chicky boom boom bork!

Will: Yes, for sure 't will have musick and dancing, listen to this " Oh my mother, here goeth we again, oh my, how may we resist your crafty wiles?"

Now Igor, take thy a s s from hence and leave me in peace- he tortureth me with his pleas to let him play a fair maiden.....such nonsense, forsooth, the world will never see a donkey in a dress and dainty shoes playing Juliet.....

Too busy laughing to think of any witty repost worthy of The Bard and his homies :rotfl::rotfl::rotfl:

Nargleblast

History like it was never writ. Edificated lot, aren't we?

marmiterulesok

Ah,yes,here we are:



Now,a squabble has broken out twixt our chaps.Some are born great apparently....this is going to be a long day.... :laugh:

marmiterulesok

Nargleblast wrote: »

History like it was never writ. Edificated lot, aren't we?

Yes,a pen is indeed is indeed mightier than a raggedy collection of chef's knives or a bloonder bloos.