What are the words to Julian Smith's Mr. Timn in Candyland?

Answer 1

Narrator: Toby washed the dishes like he did every afternoon, only this time, he'd be visited by non-other than Mr. Timn.

Mr. Timn: Can I help you?

Toby: Who are you?

*Mr. Timn pulls out sandwich*

Mr. Timn: Fancy-a Sandwich?

Toby: I don't think so.

Mr. Timn: It's a fancy sandwich.

Toby: I not quite... hungry, I really...

Mr. Timn: Cilantro Salad, Sauce or Soup from Cincinnati?

*Mr. Timn throws away sandwich*

Narrator: Mr. Timn always liked words with lots of S's.

Toby: How did you... get in my garden?

Mr. Timn: I live back here, Princess Big Foot.

Toby:... You live... in my garden?

Mr. Timn: Do you live in Candyland?

Toby: No.

Mr. Timn: Ever wonder why candy castles are made out of ice cream instead of candy?

Toby: Not really...

Mr. Timn: Me neither, but now I really want to know what there up to in there.

Narrator: Toby could hardly keep up. Mr. Timn spoke 100 miles an hour.

Toby:... What's your name?

Mr. Timn: Mr. Timn.

Toby: Tim?

Mr. Timn: Timn. With an N.

Toby: Timn?

Mr. Timn: Mr.

Toby: Mr. Timn.

Mr. Timn: Mr. Master.

*Mr. Timn does cool thing with eyebrows*

Toby: Look... um... I really should get back to my dishes.

Mr. Timn: How am I spoused to know if your a man if your washing dishes like a lady, then? Heh heh! Think about it. Make Sense.

Toby: Do I look like a lady?

Mr. Timn: I just might as well get back to you on that.

*Mr. Timn raises fists*

Narrator: Mr. Timn raised his fists, ready for a duel.

Toby: You want to fight me... through the window?

Mr. Timn: Come on, pretty boy! Let's get psychicals!

Toby: I think you mean "let's get psychical".

Mr. Timn: After we get psychical, boy, your gonna need a phychical... boy.

Toby: I'm confused.

Mr. Timn: How do you like this face?

*Mr. Timn poses*

Mr. Timn: Do you want to take a picture? Send it to someone... close?... Not approximatively but a relation.

Toby: I don't know.

Narrator: It was at that moment when Mr. Timn heard something he could not believe.

Mr. Timn: Do you hear that?

Toby: What?

*"Greensleeves" starts playing*

Mr. Timn: It's an ice cream truck playing "We three kings of Orentar".

*Toby listens*

Mr. Timn: Now, what kind kind of ice cream truck plays the worst Christmas song of all time?

Toby: I'm not... quite sure...

*Mr. Timn grabs Toby*

Mr. Timn: I'm gonna to get me some of that ice cream boy, and I'm gonna get me some of that ice cream,... BOY!

*Mr. Timn lets go of Toby*

*Toby breaths*

*Mr. Timn runs away*

*Mr. Timn Runs across road*

*Mr. Timn gets hit by car (Just shows car approaching)*

*Caption comes up. It reads: "RIP Mr. Timn ????-2011"*

Julian Smith: I made this for you.