Author's Note: Wow, I got a review! Thank you so much! Well that's enough for me to write some more, so here goes..
Meanwhile, at the palace...
"Oh, aide Janet!"
"What is it, Maid Sam?"
"I'm thinking again of my dashing Robin Hood."
"Dashing? Why? Where's he going?"
"Not that sort of dashing. I mean he is my childhood sweetheart, the man of my dreams, and I just can't stop thinking about him!"
Well at least it's not unrequited. I just hate it when that happens.
"Janet, do you think he'll be at the tournament?"
"Sure he will. He's not exactly going to pass on a kiss from you, is he?"
Janet has a point. So the day of the tournament came and they all went to the local park. Archers came from all over the kingdom to compete, including the Sheriffess of Nottingham herself.
"I can't handle these bow-things. Can I use a zat-gun instead?"
No you may not. It's not historically correct. Robin Hood was also at the tournament, in his disguise.
"Jack, um, I mean, Robin?"
"Yes, Friar Daniel?"
"Do you really think that putting on a hat, a coat and a phoney accent is going to stop people recognising you?"
"Of course! Prince Apophis isn't exactly the brightest crayon in the box."
He has a point. Personally I think you'll find it's Robin's amazing skill with a bow and arrow that gives him away.
"I can use a bow and arrow?"
Of course. It's what you're famous for.
"Sweet."
So the tournament began and it soon became clear that Robin and the Sheriffess were far better than anyone else.
"Yeah, sure, but only because the Sheriffess is cheating!"
Now, now. You have no proof of that, and conjecture doesn't stand up in a court of law.
"Sure we have proof. You can see her sneaky minions Martouf and Nareem sticking arrows in the targets for her!"
Hmm, so they are. Sheriffess, that's not very sportsmanlike.
"So? I'm not a sportsman. What do I care?"
Just quit it with the cheating or I'll write you into a formless baggy sweater.
"No! Anything but that!"
Much better, thank you. So when Anise stopped cheating Robin became the clear winner.
"Hooray!"
Quite.
"Un-named infidel who has stolen all my money! Come forth to claim your prize!"
"Yeahsureyabetcha, like I'm falling for that."
"I stand no such talk from no lowly Tau'ri! Jaffa, Kree! Kill him!"
Uh oh.
"Wait! Prince Apophis, no!"
"What is it, puny yet beautiful Tau'ri?"
"Please, spare him!"
"No."
"Aren't you even going to ask why?"
"No."
"Ah. Well in that case I'm afriad I'll have to kill you."
Wow, that's a big gun! However did you hide that? Ahem, I mean, you're not supposed to kill him!
"Don't worry, he'll be alive again by tomorrow."
I suppose. So Maid Sam and Robin Hood ran off back to Sherwood Forest, leaving everyone else fussing over Prince Apophis.
"Where's a good sarcophagus when you need one?"
Hmm, I don't think I'll tell you.