(Sung to the tune of "Men In Tights".)
Here it is, the reason why Mel Brooks and Toonami shouldn't mix....
Special thanks to my co-author Fuzzman, without whose help this delicious piece of insanity wouldn't exist.
Before we begin, the dreaded legal spiel...Gundam Wing and the Maguanocs belong to a whole lot of people that aren't me-namely Sunrise and Asahi. Robin Hood: Men Tights also doesn't belong to me--that's the soul property of Mel Brooks and compnay. I admit it, so there is no need to sue me. Besides, I'm a college student and we all know what that means...
And now...The Maguanocs!!
*applause*
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(We see an Arab standing by a Port-a-John in the middle of the desert. The visible Arab {Rashid} is waiting in line, as a second Arab clad in dark glasses {Abdul} emerges from the urinal, dragging toilet paper from his heel.)
ABDUL: We don't get any respect!
RASHID: Yeah! You gotta be a real man to wear a fez!
ABDUL: What kind of man?
(Thirty-eight indentically clad Arabs spring forth from the Port-A-John.)
ARABS: A MAGUANOC!
(Music starts, and the Arabs fall into a Broadway showtune formation, Rashid and Abdul front and center.)
ARABS:
"We're Mag--! We're Maguanocs!
We roam around the desert, chasing Sandrock!
We're Mag--!
We're Maguanocs!
We follow the rich, because we're all poor
IT SUCKS!"
(All forty Arabs flip-off the camera, then continue dancing.)
"We may dress like Shriners
But mess with our boy, and you'll
Be eating your socks!"
(Thirthy nine arabs punch in front of them...Abdul punches sideways, decking Rashid.)
(Rashid rubs his jaw and scowls at the oblivious Abdul, as the others continue singing.)
"We're Mag--! We're Maguanocs!
Always on guard defending worthless rocks!"
(The forty Arabs re-form into a kickline and begin to can-can.)
"LAAAAA la-la-la-la LAA LAAA
La-la-la-la LAA LAAA
La-la-la-la-la (highpitched) lalalalalalala!
LAAAAA la-la-la-la LAAA LAA
La-la-la-la LAA LAA
La-la-la-la LAA La-la-la-LAA!"
(The Arabs scurry to original formation.)
"We're Mag--MANLY MAG--!
We're Maguanocs!"
(All the Arabs grab their hats in girlish fashion and kick up one leg.)
"FEZZ!"
"We roam around the desert, chasing Sandrock!
We Mag--! We're Maguanocs!
We follow the rich, because we're all poor,
IT SUCKS!"
(Arabs flip-off the camera again.)
"Although we're all Arabs
Some of us sound like we
Could be from the Bronx!"
(Abdul shouts in New York accent "Are you talkin'ta me!?!" )
(The others continue singing and dancing.)
"We're Mag! We're Maguanocs!"
(Arabs look confused, trying to find space filler...then suddenly...)
" NOCS ROCK!"
"Always on guard defending worthless rocks!
When your in it deep, just call for the Maguanocs!
WE'RE POOR!"
(The thirty-eight additional Arabs leap back into the urinal and slam the door.)
ABDUL: "Well that was..interesting."
RASHID: "I just wanna know where all those other guys came from!"
ABDUL: *sweatdrops* "Heh...just one of those mysteries of the universe..."
(Abdul starts to walk off into the desert. Rashid follows him, still ranting.)
RASHID: "I'm serious! That urinal was like a clown car or something..."
~~~fin~~~
Well? Whatdja think of my first commercial attempt at humor? Be good little anime-junkies and Review!...please?
--Chibi Gypsy