All was silent in Sherwoods forest, except from the silent murmerings of Robin hoods men as they tried despritly to plan their latest attack on the sherrif of nottingham, who had recently stolen Robbins hat.

"Why dont we just run up behind him and throw leaves into his face, that way he wont see us take your hat back from his head?" Exclaimed mudge exitedly waving his arms above his head.

The group looked at him.

"No." They chorused, then resumed their more serious planning.

"Right heres the plan-" Robin began.

"We. Go. ." Spoke little John.

"NOT NOW JOHN!" Cryed Robin who was sick to death of hearing John say that phrase.

"Listen this is a serious matter." He continued. "What we must do is... Is..."

"I've got it!" Shouted Allan. "Why dont we throw leafs at him from behind, that way he will not notice if we take the hat from him."

Robin looked amazed. "Thats an excelent idea Allan!"

Mudge choacked for a second, "But that was-"

"No!" wailed Little John. " It might hurt him."

Robin strocked the tip of his chin and thought on it for a moment or so, then peered up into the stary sky.

"How about, we through something smoother, something warmer, something cottony and nice at him, something like socks?

That way he wont be able to tell it was us. Because we dont wear socks we, we wear tights!" He began frantically clapping his hands togeather in amazement at his own ingeniosity.