And so, the King says she-must come ov’r to my pad and I’ll be the judge of all dat gab. After dad sticks his foot in his big big mouth he begins to cry out loud. But…Too late. He decides his daughter’s fate. And so, the Miller’s daughter goes to the Kings pad. In the bedroom is straw floor to firmament anna spinnin wheel. After frisking her up N down the King says,
“You betta put out sum gold by nights end. Or else, you’re dead!”
The King slams the door after treating her like some common whore. He doesn’t even say good-bye. The gal begins to cry, and outta of nowhere this stranger appears. A funny lil man who says,
“I got you and I’ll save your life for a healthy price. So, don’t fret bout all this straw it’ll all turn gold fore morn.”
The spinning wheels begin “Whirr, whirr, whirr” and the straw quickly turns 24 kt. gold-filled. The funnyman steals her skin for payment. The King comes back later that night for his own bedtime snack but the gold quickly distracts his intentions. And so, the King says,
“Did I mention, I need more gold turned?”
The gal says,
“Then can I go home cause a deals’ a deal?”
The greedy King talkin dat yin-yang threw in the room more straw to be spun by morn and locks the door behind.
The gal yells out,
“Funnyman, come out come out whoever you are cause I need more gold spun from straw. I’ll pay you with my hind.”
The funnyman reappears. This time he bought a friend to join in on the dipper ride. The funnymen sigh, and go to work throughout the night. Then both said,
“Here’s 24-kt. gold-filled, good-bye.”
By morn the King falls in love with the gold. Immediately marries her and in 9 months gives her a son of her own that she absolutely adores. 3 moons pass and outta no-where that funnyman reappears to her and says,
“As you promised give me your son and I’ll be gone.”
The Queen replies,
“Never said that; that’s a lie.”
The funnyman went away giving her just 3 short days to figure out his mysterious name before his return to claim the Kings’ (so called) son.
3 days in the woods the queen and her son follow this thug to his hood and listen to him shout dance and rap to his friend,
“Gimmie a beat….
Tonight-tonight my plans I make
Morrow-morrow a boy I take
Queen can’t beat-me at this game
fo Rumpelstealsskin is my-name.
Anyone guessin-dat destroys me
and all my breed just the same.”
Da Queen hurdles outta the bush (touting son in arms) yelling,
“Rumpelstealsskin is yo name!”
The funnyman and the Queens’ son immediately drop-dead
cause DNA don’t hardly lie bout bedtime partners in