Make Way! Make Way! Do Not Delay!

 

Dr.Moose1

 

Make way! Make way! Do not delay!

To the E.R. quickly, Stat I say!

We've got one here from # 6 O.P.

A possible self induced O.D.!

 

Looks like a bad trip, start a thorazine drip

She's ingested enough to make anyone flip

Look at those eyes, un-focused, surprised

Are you in there Nurse C., could you please tell us why?

 

We know you are a caring sort

And though with you we like to sport

Never in our wildest dreams

Did we think you'd go to such extremes

 

All of us with-in the "Stute"

The artistes and assorted fruit

Hate to see you take this route

A hand here quick please R.N. Hoot

 

Start the pump, we've got to dump

Those pills she took in one big lump

Good thing we got here Justin Thyme

Her vitals soon should start to climb

 

They were dangerously low

She almost went to OZ you know

Not by way of tornado

In this Doctor's bag, one should not go!

 

Now just one question does remain

As the Scare-crow sang in his refrain

How much can she hope to regain

If she only has a brain?

 

 

Andrew Scott

 

She says it's the pills

But I have my doubts

I've heard her talking

In whispers and shouts

 

She can't remember

Just what she has done

I personally

Think there's more than one

 

There is no real Sis

She's all in her head

And between them both

There isn't one med

 

And dear Doctor Moose

If your bag's vacant

Its not from Nurse C

She did not take it!

 

You see, its this stew

With the mystery head

Its got me twitchy

And full of dread

 

Awake day and night

Can't stop thinking who?

I'm on my last nerve

Who's head's in that stew?

 

So I took them all

The pills in your bag

The round little ones

With the "MM" tag

 

Those chocolate centres

Sure were a nice treat

They calmed me right down

Forgot about meat

 

But back at the pot

I saw it still there

Floating in wine sauce

With parsley for hair

 

And then I thought, and

Started to spasm

So if you got more

Please Doc, I need 'em!

 

Just hit me with some

Of those wondrous pills

Candy coated "M"s

The cure for what ills

 

I'll take 'em with nuts

Or with extra crunch

All that I ask is

That they don't talk much.

 

 

E.Fudd

 

Now that Cwatchit and Doc are away

One all fwipped out where she's likwy to stay

Who is weft to wun the "Stute"

'spose it's me! Now ain't that cute?

 

My wucky stars are shining bwight

You can bet I'll have some fun tonight

Cwatchit's off in wa-wa-wand

Heh,Heh,Heh, just wike I pwanned

 

All scwewed up with no pwace to go

No one bewieved me when I told them so

Can't stop me you woonatics

Elmer's wise to all your twicks

 

Wine 'em up and knock 'em down

How many more are there awound

One of you must have some guts

'Stutes are always full of nuts

 

Nothing up my sweeve...pwesto!

Elmer's back, on with the show!

X-twa, X-twa, wead all about it

The ‘Stute is mine, don't ever doubt it!

 

 

Justin Nuendo

 

Doc what about is all this fuss?

Nurse C. to E.R. just becuz

You’re dating her from time to time

Oh yeah, we know about your crime

Her pain is not of a physical nature

But more of your going Dutch adventure

The pain’s for real for the Nurse

The pain is in her empty purse!

 

Quick message to his Royalty

Am trying to solve your mystery

But for now I’ve got to hide

Cuz Elmer Fudd is outside!

 

 

Justin Thyme

 

Fudd's in charge?

You've gotta be jokin'!

After all that weed

that he's tokin'?

Cratchet OD'd?

What an absurdity!

Let's beat this joint

and spare the eternity!

 

Andrew, still cookin'?

That's just what we need!

Cook up a bar-melt

so we'll all be freed!

 

I had seen Cratchet

and thought she was fine

but I had just guzzled

five bottles of wine!

Shhhh, don't tell no-one,

but there is a feller

who cooks just like Andrew

and has a wine cellar!

 

Well, back to the point

(if you are still followin')

while Cratchet is wacko

let's quit all this wallowin'

in the small details

of how this could happen--

Let's storm the big door

and get these feet tappin'!

 

Andrew, dear chef,

cook up a bar melter!

Quick 'fore the Moose comes,

let's jet, helter skelter!

 

-JT, that's me

 

 

 

E.Fudd

 

Cwazy bunch of "Stutie Fwuits"

Agowaphobes in stwaight white suits

No wonder you're wocked up in here

'Till they fix what's wrong between your ears!

 

Still this pwace is pwetty nice

Twied to get in once or twice

Onwy Doc wouldnt wet me in

Persistentwy I twied again

Many times I came weal cwose

Eventualwy an overdose

 

I weft for Cwatchit in Doc's bwack bag

Amphetamines and stweet gwade skag

Mighty stwong that nasty stuff

Dwopped her wight down on her duff

 

And though Doc saved her Justin Thyme

For now the Institute is mine

Unless there's one among this bunch

Dat's not too far out to wunch

Disposed of mind to chalwenge me

(I guess I'll have to wait and see )

 

Heh Heh Heh Heh Heh

 

 

Dr.Moose1

 

Justin Nuendo runs rampant these days

In addition he'd rather subtract

A math wiz he is, like nobody's biz

But the poor boy just don't have the facts

 

One minute he's up, the next one he's down

Like a fast moving internet stock

Just like one two three, he thought Cratchit and me

Were re-setting each other's clocks

 

Well I'm here to deny, that rumor won't fly

No matter how big it's wings

And Justin Nuendo can count on his big toe

How much credence his story will bring

 

Now when things don't add up, it's 'cause you're all sick pups

And that's why they put you in here

Is one and two four? though there's rumors galore

Only Vinny will lend you an ear

 

You may scoff with derision, or do long division

To sum, it's no sweat off my spud

I'll save my munitions, for a much bigger mission

I'm off to do battle with Fudd!!!

 

 

Andrew Scott

 

Hey YOU! Ya YOU! Ya little spud

I'm talkin' to YOU! Elmer P. Fudd

Now listen up potato head

The King of the 'Stute you should dread

So ya think you're now in charge of the 'Stute?

I'm ready for war you stutterin' coot

I'm armed with crayons... the Big Box see!

And Norman Rockwells' soxs most dirty.

I've got a peeler and slicer

An Acme masher and dicer

So think not you can rule the East wing hall

Cause I'll make hash-browns out of you for all!

I am the one true King of the 'Stute

Mess with me for pain you can't refute

I'll cook you down, that's what I'll do

And make Fudd spud chowder goo-stew

The only way you'll be loved by us all

Is when I serve you up in the 'Stute's mess hall.

..... So come cook with me if you dare!

 

 

Nurse Crachet

 

Andrew buddy

give up the stew

come meet me

at the pub

there will be

lots to do.

This bartender

can't tell

heads from tails

can you try Sir.

 

Can you make

a Dozzie?

I want to fly!

Can you make

a Dozzie

to reach me

to the sky?

Tell me yes

and to the pub

with success.

 

 

Justin Nuendo

 

Oh all the Saint who can help me out

Nurse Crachet’s gone, without a doubt!

Walked right out the E.R

Once outside stole a car

Took off without her brain

Now she’s almost as Justin Sayne

As we normally are

Maybe she took off to a bar

Oops, maybe she’s heard of the Corner Pub

That should get her spirit up

Hope she’s not getting drunk

Makes her gas smell like a skunk

And she’ll go back to the times

Being a cheerleader, ya know...the good old times

Hope she’ll get lost in the fog

Or drown this no-brain in some eggnog

There’s no telling what’ll happen next

Before ya know it, she’ll use it as a pretext

To know everything she always wanted to know about eggs

AHHHHH I fear the day of tomorrow!

 

 

Andrew Scott

 

I'm dumping this stew

I'm headed for the bar

Takin' Doctor Moose

We're stealin' the 'Stute's car

 

Nurse C says she's there

Diggin' the great tunes

We're makin a road trip

How 'bout the rest of you loons?

 

 

Bashful

 

A road trip! Well I'm in

Get me drunk and make me grin

Show me things I've never seen

Take me places I've never been

 

Load up the car and let's be off

Though the Justin's now do scoff

They do not think the nursey dear

Would let them out and this they fear

 

So let's go drink, here's one to you

Oh, please forget that horrid stew

I'd rather drink and make my nose

Red like my cheeks and like a rose

 

Fill me up and let me fall

Tomorrow I'll forget it all

So let's be off and have some fun

Hurry before it all is done!!

 

 

 

Nurse Crachet

 

Nurse Crachet Is Free

 

I touched an edge

of universal distance

I walked a tightrope

blindfolded to the end

I christened internal organs

short circuiting my brain

I break my chain

turn and run for desires

I am free from locked doors

open to delight in sanity

 

Gone but not forgotten,

I know you all loved

this Nursey Poo,

but now she got

things to do.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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