The Gang Goes Back In Time
Part 1: Medieval Times
In Civics Large Group...
QB: God I'm bored.
D: You're not the only one.
M: Be quiet!
Am: Dude, if this was a history class, it would be much more
interesting.
M: I said, be quiet! Do you not know what that means?!
A: Chill, Marie. We are all free to express our feelings here.
M: What in the name of Athamya is that supposed to mean?
BZ: Shut it!!
QB: Oh, like you're interested in the history of the government.
BZ: Hey, I just so happen to like the history of things.
QB: You sure didn't care when I tried to tell you about your own
history!
M: Hey, stuff it!
S: (writing down some notes) The government of America is both similar
and different than the government of Sweden.
BZ: Well, of course, ass munch, they're two different countries, JA?
S: Hiiiiiii-ya!!! (Karate chops both BZ's ankles)
BZ: Ow, shit, you bitch!
S: That's what you get for calling me an ass munch and for making fun
of my funky Svedish accent!!
BZ: You mean...
QB: Shut it, Bzethio.
Teacher: (lecturing) In Medieval Times, the government was hardly
developed. Therefore, structure was directly hindered...
BZ: Medieval times, huh? (Starts plotting)
A: What's she up to? She only gets that look on her face when she's
plotting some kind of plan to overthrow Queen Beth. I better tell her.
BZ: (raises her hand)
Teacher: Yes?
BZ: May I go to the restroom?
Teacher: Yes you may. (Keeps lecturing)
(BZ gets up and leaves the room)
(Again, like in the Cloning Skit, you hear the clanking of metal)
A: Oh my Goddess, it's happening again.
QB: Do you hear metal clanking?
M: Yeah, but I think we're too late.
(A strong magnetic pull begins to pull the gang back towards where
Bzethio is. QB is cursing like a madwoman.)
QB: Dammit! Bzethiooooo! What the hell are you into this time?!?
BZ: Another one of my genius inventions, my Queen! Muuuahahahaha!!!
S: (groans) Don't we ever learn?!
(Magnetic pull brings them to where Bzethio is standing by her time
machine of doom...)
D: Aly?
A: What, honey?
D: I'm scared.
Am: I can back that up, Aly. His pants are wet.
A: Oh, DHAAANIII!
D: Sorry.
A: Oh, never mind.
BZ: Now, we experience... The Medieval era!!! Muuuuuahaahahahaha!!!
Am&D: Eep.
D: Hey, welcome to ScaredsVille. I thought I was the only one living
here...
Am: Shut up and hold me.
D: Only if you hold me.
(D and Am grab on to each other.)
S: Boys are so weird.
A: You guys, it's not that bad.
M: Gee, ya think?
(D and Am are practically killing each other trying to get away.)
A: Now it's my turn to stand corrected.
QB: Okay, okay! Let's find a way to get out of this...
S: Yee-ow! What the hell was that?
(A knight is poking her with his sword)
D: (in a very, very small voice) Mommy.
Am: Hey, that's my line.
D: Well, I stole it, so BACK OFF!
M: Would you guys shut up?
S: Dude, this is really, really weird.
QB: Holy shit! You guys, this is one of those knight battle thingies.
D: Say what?
QB: You know, where two of those dudes in metal armor battle it out on
top of horses with those big lance-type swords?
D: I'm still confused.
QB: Never mind. You'll see later.
D: Eep.
M: Where are we and why are we here and how did we get here and who are
we going to meet here and wheretofore...
Am: Chill out, baby.
M: Um, okay. But those dudes on horseback there look pretty darn
freaky... Are you sure we're in Medieval times?
QB: Oh yeah. No doubt about that, sister.
A: What do we do now?
QB: The hell if I know!
Am: You're our queen, you're supposed to lead us...
D: Amit, don't! That's disrespectful. Ish.
S: Shut up, the both of you!
A: Yeah, can't you see that Queen Beth is trying to think?
Am: Oh, yeah, yeah, uh huh, um... OK. I'm shuttin' up now.
D: Oh, okay. Me go sleepy bye now.
A: Don't you dare.
D: Noo.
QB: I got it!
M: Yay!
QB: All we have to do is find Bzethio, beat her up, and make her take
us back to the time machine so we can get back to our own time!
D: Yay! Oh, but the bad thing about going back to our own time is,
that we have to go back to school as well.
M: Exactly the point, Dhani.
D: Noo.
A: Be quiet, Dhani.
D: Okay.
QB: Come on, let's go, we don't have much time!
M: Hurrying!
QB: I'm not kidding you guys, run!
M: Running!
QB: Marie, don't do that!
M: Not doing it!
QB: I mean it!
M: Shutting up now!
D: I think she really means it, Marre.
M: Okay.
QB: That helped, Dhani, thank you.
(The Gang is now in a crowded street, where merchants are yelling their
wares, and the group starts to break up. M begins to panic, while D is
on the verge of wetting his pants again. Am is holding onto M and D
onto A. QB looks steamed, and S isn't sure what to feel. Meanwhile, BZ
is in the castle, gloating over her (so-called) glory. She has no idea
what's about to hit her)
M: There she is!
S: Get her!
BZ: Oh shit.
(Gang tackles BZ, who's cussing the entire time.)
D: Burn her at the stake! Drive a lance through her heart!
(Crickets, silence, crickets)
D: What?!?!
Am: Chill out, buddy.
S: You are a wack!!!!
D: D'OH! D'OH! I cannot believe I just did that.
A: Cool it, babe.
D: D'OH!!!! Sorry. Had to get that outta my system.
(silence)
S: Whatever.
QB: Let's get this chickie to the torture chamber of doom!
BZ: (In a monotone) Eep. I am terrified. I will be killing myself
now.
QB: Not till after the funfunfun torture though!
M: NO! NO TORTURE!
S: Up-shut!
M: Uh!
S: Come on, let's go home.
(Back in Civics Large Group)
M: Ho, hum, another day goes by.
S: Not without chaos.
(Screaming can be heard from somewhere in the building.)
Am: Boy, is Bzethio getting it.
D: Yepyepyepyepyep!!! (Takes a drink of Dr. Pepper)
A: Dhani, I told you not to get any more pop!!!
D: Ooooooopsies, me do bad thingie, hehehehehehehehe.
S: Here we go again.
M: Is Queen Beth done yet?!
A: Hey, these things take time.
QB: (from torture chamber) Damn straight!
BZ:
EEEEYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA(BREATH)AAAAAAAAAAHAAHAHAA!!!!!
Part 1: Medieval Times
In Civics Large Group...
QB: God I'm bored.
D: You're not the only one.
M: Be quiet!
Am: Dude, if this was a history class, it would be much more
interesting.
M: I said, be quiet! Do you not know what that means?!
A: Chill, Marie. We are all free to express our feelings here.
M: What in the name of Athamya is that supposed to mean?
BZ: Shut it!!
QB: Oh, like you're interested in the history of the government.
BZ: Hey, I just so happen to like the history of things.
QB: You sure didn't care when I tried to tell you about your own
history!
M: Hey, stuff it!
S: (writing down some notes) The government of America is both similar
and different than the government of Sweden.
BZ: Well, of course, ass munch, they're two different countries, JA?
S: Hiiiiiii-ya!!! (Karate chops both BZ's ankles)
BZ: Ow, shit, you bitch!
S: That's what you get for calling me an ass munch and for making fun
of my funky Svedish accent!!
BZ: You mean...
QB: Shut it, Bzethio.
Teacher: (lecturing) In Medieval Times, the government was hardly
developed. Therefore, structure was directly hindered...
BZ: Medieval times, huh? (Starts plotting)
A: What's she up to? She only gets that look on her face when she's
plotting some kind of plan to overthrow Queen Beth. I better tell her.
BZ: (raises her hand)
Teacher: Yes?
BZ: May I go to the restroom?
Teacher: Yes you may. (Keeps lecturing)
(BZ gets up and leaves the room)
(Again, like in the Cloning Skit, you hear the clanking of metal)
A: Oh my Goddess, it's happening again.
QB: Do you hear metal clanking?
M: Yeah, but I think we're too late.
(A strong magnetic pull begins to pull the gang back towards where
Bzethio is. QB is cursing like a madwoman.)
QB: Dammit! Bzethiooooo! What the hell are you into this time?!?
BZ: Another one of my genius inventions, my Queen! Muuuahahahaha!!!
S: (groans) Don't we ever learn?!
(Magnetic pull brings them to where Bzethio is standing by her time
machine of doom...)
D: Aly?
A: What, honey?
D: I'm scared.
Am: I can back that up, Aly. His pants are wet.
A: Oh, DHAAANIII!
D: Sorry.
A: Oh, never mind.
BZ: Now, we experience... The Medieval era!!! Muuuuuahaahahahaha!!!
Am&D: Eep.
D: Hey, welcome to ScaredsVille. I thought I was the only one living
here...
Am: Shut up and hold me.
D: Only if you hold me.
(D and Am grab on to each other.)
S: Boys are so weird.
A: You guys, it's not that bad.
M: Gee, ya think?
(D and Am are practically killing each other trying to get away.)
A: Now it's my turn to stand corrected.
QB: Okay, okay! Let's find a way to get out of this...
S: Yee-ow! What the hell was that?
(A knight is poking her with his sword)
D: (in a very, very small voice) Mommy.
Am: Hey, that's my line.
D: Well, I stole it, so BACK OFF!
M: Would you guys shut up?
S: Dude, this is really, really weird.
QB: Holy shit! You guys, this is one of those knight battle thingies.
D: Say what?
QB: You know, where two of those dudes in metal armor battle it out on
top of horses with those big lance-type swords?
D: I'm still confused.
QB: Never mind. You'll see later.
D: Eep.
M: Where are we and why are we here and how did we get here and who are
we going to meet here and wheretofore...
Am: Chill out, baby.
M: Um, okay. But those dudes on horseback there look pretty darn
freaky... Are you sure we're in Medieval times?
QB: Oh yeah. No doubt about that, sister.
A: What do we do now?
QB: The hell if I know!
Am: You're our queen, you're supposed to lead us...
D: Amit, don't! That's disrespectful. Ish.
S: Shut up, the both of you!
A: Yeah, can't you see that Queen Beth is trying to think?
Am: Oh, yeah, yeah, uh huh, um... OK. I'm shuttin' up now.
D: Oh, okay. Me go sleepy bye now.
A: Don't you dare.
D: Noo.
QB: I got it!
M: Yay!
QB: All we have to do is find Bzethio, beat her up, and make her take
us back to the time machine so we can get back to our own time!
D: Yay! Oh, but the bad thing about going back to our own time is,
that we have to go back to school as well.
M: Exactly the point, Dhani.
D: Noo.
A: Be quiet, Dhani.
D: Okay.
QB: Come on, let's go, we don't have much time!
M: Hurrying!
QB: I'm not kidding you guys, run!
M: Running!
QB: Marie, don't do that!
M: Not doing it!
QB: I mean it!
M: Shutting up now!
D: I think she really means it, Marre.
M: Okay.
QB: That helped, Dhani, thank you.
(The Gang is now in a crowded street, where merchants are yelling their
wares, and the group starts to break up. M begins to panic, while D is
on the verge of wetting his pants again. Am is holding onto M and D
onto A. QB looks steamed, and S isn't sure what to feel. Meanwhile, BZ
is in the castle, gloating over her (so-called) glory. She has no idea
what's about to hit her)
M: There she is!
S: Get her!
BZ: Oh shit.
(Gang tackles BZ, who's cussing the entire time.)
D: Burn her at the stake! Drive a lance through her heart!
(Crickets, silence, crickets)
D: What?!?!
Am: Chill out, buddy.
S: You are a wack!!!!
D: D'OH! D'OH! I cannot believe I just did that.
A: Cool it, babe.
D: D'OH!!!! Sorry. Had to get that outta my system.
(silence)
S: Whatever.
QB: Let's get this chickie to the torture chamber of doom!
BZ: (In a monotone) Eep. I am terrified. I will be killing myself
now.
QB: Not till after the funfunfun torture though!
M: NO! NO TORTURE!
S: Up-shut!
M: Uh!
S: Come on, let's go home.
(Back in Civics Large Group)
M: Ho, hum, another day goes by.
S: Not without chaos.
(Screaming can be heard from somewhere in the building.)
Am: Boy, is Bzethio getting it.
D: Yepyepyepyepyep!!! (Takes a drink of Dr. Pepper)
A: Dhani, I told you not to get any more pop!!!
D: Ooooooopsies, me do bad thingie, hehehehehehehehe.
S: Here we go again.
M: Is Queen Beth done yet?!
A: Hey, these things take time.
QB: (from torture chamber) Damn straight!
BZ:
EEEEYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA(BREATH)AAAAAAAAAAHAAHAHAA!!!!!