Does anyone else find him to be incredibly unfunny? I don't buy Dr. Kroger being so close to him either - especially the way Kroger interacts with Adrian. Harold introducing the doctor to his current wife, the doc being on the platform when he wins the school board election, Harold having been to Kroger's house, etc.
I don't buy it and I think he's not funny and every episode he's in I find difficult to watch.

Am I the only one...?

Possibly.

I think the humor lies in how Monk reacts to Harold being close (or at least thinking he's close ) to Dr. Kroger, and how it keeps bugging Monk.

If he were by himself and Monk just is like, "He's a crazy person... walk away slowly...", I think I wouldn't like the show that much, but by having Monk getting irked by everything Harold does makes it worth watching. x)

I love the interaction with Monk and Harold. They love to push each others buttons!!! The guy who plays Harold is a great character actor. I can watch the Monk/Harold episodes over and over, it's the intensity and passion to each win Dr. Kroger's heart.

I understand there's a whole dynamic here that works for the show but I do find myself fast forwarding through the Harold parts. That character is just too annoying for me to watch. The actor does a very good job--I just don't like the character. Guess I've met a few Harolds in my life and I just can't take it.

I love Harold! IMO, Harold allows Monk to feel "normal" + I LOVE their rivalry for Doc K. & his couch! LOL

B
Monk, in my eye's you will always rock.

It is difficult for me to know what makes a show great, and who's a good actor. Take the guy who plays Randy -- I don't know how good an actor he is, but his scenes are great. Why are the scenes so great? Acting, writing, directing?

As for Harold, I think Tim Bagley is a good actor. I enjoy all the episodes he is in. For me, "Biggest Fan" is the all-around funniest "Monk" episode. "Gets a New Shrink" is a close second. I loved the way Monk and Harold argued over who had the first doctor appointment.

Harold is a funny character! I love when he argues with Monk about stupid things (for example the way how newspapers lie).

I find him to be incredibly annoying. There is a fine line between funny and annoying. I find no humor in him whatsoever. For that reason, I didn't like Mr. Monk and the Daredevil. I can take Harold Krenshaw in very small doses. I don't dislike the actor. I have seen him a few things (King of Queens, Accepted) and he was pretty funny.

I think the annoying aspect to this character is what is supposed to create the humorous tension between him and Monk. Monk is also annoying and they make no secret about it. I can see full well why this character is here--I just can't appreciate much what it is that these exchanges are supposed to add to the stories. He must be touching a nerve in me. I can understand why he's there, but I hate him just the same. rofl

I love the scene in Election where they are in the interrogation room and Harold and Monk are reorganizing the donuts over and over.

Leland:There now it's one big damn donut.

In my mind Harold is the Dark Monk. He has the same problems but has no use for them where as Monk makes them work for him detective-wise.

Harold embraces the illusion of health, wealth and success and calls it achievement. Monk knows the difference between having it and faking it and he's above faking it.

Adrian likes things organized for use and utility where as Harold likes things arranged astetically (think donuts and magazines).

In short, you could give them both the exact same mental disorders and they would never come to understand eachother, ever.

Monk is the substance and Harold is the fluff. Monk is taking forever to heal because he was significantly damaged. Harold just refuses to get over himself and behave (He knew it was wrong to Mock that little kids drawing but he did it anyway).

I've been to a shrink or three and you can tell the difference between people who are actively working to change and the people who are exactly as they were when they started therapy.

Monk is one and Harold is the other. And generally the two types of people meet very different destinies. It's hard to say where the series will end for Mr. Ardian Monk but I am willing to bet that, after the election, it was and will be all down hill for Mr. Harold Krenshaw.

Plus he really bugs me.

-M

Really 3 shrinks and you are still not cured. We need to call Dr. Kroger. JK

Monk is kind of annoying in a charming sort of way -- like a cute puppy who pees on the floor. Annoying yes, but adorable, too. Harold is annoying without the charm.

You just wrapped it up, in a nutshell. Perfect. That's it, exactly.

I`d love to have that puppy at my house ! Harold is annoying, a little goes a long way.

You know, it's funny. Harold and Monk can act so much alike, and I find Harold annoying. But when Monk does the same thing, I find it endearing, and not annoying at all.

Could this be love?

I agree. Monk is the most un-"with-it " guy out there. He is out of touch with current trends, and in that sense completely non-competetive. Sometimes he pretends that others care about what he does as in "you'll thank me later", but actually it doesn't bother him to be so different.

The beauty of the Harold relationship is that all of a sudden he wants to come in first, to be top dog with Dr. Kroger. It is important to him that his illness be most interesting to the doc, and that his problems occupy more of Krogers time and attention. Monk is competing to be No. 1 at something!

So the presence of a Harold character is brilliant. But as everyone has said, Harold is annoying in his illness and Monk is ADORABLE! You're No. 1 Adrian!

This is the best line I've ever heard Harold deliver! Mr. Monk and the Daredevil.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! as he stepped off the edge of the building!

God I hate that guy! rofl.

You know, tonight was the first time I saw this episode, and one thing I really liked was on the roof when Natalie started going after Harold the same way Adrian did. That was funny.

Harold might be the most hated brilliantly rendered character since Javier in Les Miz. When I saw Miz on Broadway Javair/The Actor took the stage for his last bow and the crowd booed, but he smiled and took off his hat, showing his face underneath, grinning ear to ear and suddenly the audience went nuts applauding and standing for him. It was unreal.

He knew that they hated Javier and loved his portrail. But he had to take off the hat and break character to get even the first bit of applause.

Now that was a great night of theater.

-M

I'm starting a list: 101 ways to kill Harold Crenshaw.


Method #1: Let him be the Daredevil again. Replace parachute with 33 gallon size Hefty bag, with the following steps:
1) unfold bag
2) poke holes
3) poke more holes
4) poke lots of holes
5) refold bag
6) place in parachute case

Ooooooh. This has possibilities. Beside being very effective, it also has product placement opportunities.

Method #2: Hire a rogue pharmasist to switch his medication for crystal meth which induces paranoia and hallucinations. Given his current state, I think this would aggitate towards deadly situations within a few days.

Method #3: Monk and Harold are back in Dr Kroger's waiting room and Monk baits Harold by rearranging the magazines again. When Harold shoots up to put them in alphabetical order, Monk throws his arm out and clotheslines Harold, collapsing his trachea. Services will be held Tuesday. In lieu of flowers.....

Method #4: Call the nearest toxic waste disposal center and pay them a reasonable amount to dispose of their next shipment in Harold's living room. He'll then barrel out into the street like a madman and go on an obsessive binge, forcing the authorities to overtranquilize him for his own good.

Method Number 5: Harold wakes up do discover he's been abandoned in a half inflated life raft in the middle of an unlabeled ocean with no food, no good water, and a revolver with one shot.

Also the raft is attached to a whale.

Goooooooo Harold!

-M

Time to take another shot at whacking the hapless Harold Crenshaw. [insert evil laugh here...]

Method #6:

Harold: What are you doing Adrian?

Monk: Dr. Kroger asked me to hold this for him. I'm holding it for him.

Harold: Well Chuck must have asked you to hold it because I wasn't here yet. I'll take over now.

Monk: I don't think so.

Harold: Chuck wanted you to hold it for me!

[struggling ensues]

Monk: What are you doing?!

Harold: Give me that! You're not even doing it right!

Monk: Am too!

Harold: Am not!

Monk: You go to hell!

Harold: No, you go to hell!

Monk: Fine! Fine! You're so childish!

Monk walks away, grinning.

<<<<<<BBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!>>>>>


Monk: Thank you so much for holding Dr. Kroger's hand grenade, Harold. He he he. I honestly don't think he was coming back for that.

Time to kill Harold again.

Method #7:

1) Take one standard size pillow, preferrably filled with Softloft Polyester Fibrefill or a 70/30 Cotton and Polyester blend.
2) Grasp each end of the pillow at 9 o'clock and 3 o'clock, and pull outward slightly until taut.
3) In an even, sweeping motion, rotate upper body around to face subject. Place pillow across Harold's face. Be sure to maintain even surface tension across the length of the pillow.
4) Apply downward pressure to each side of the pillow. To test that you have the proper surface tension across the broad side of the pillow, have an associate bounce a quarter off the center. If the quarter bounces up less than 4 inches, apply additional pressure and retest.
5) Continue applying even, adequate pressure until the struggling stops.


(Hopefully Dr. Kroger doesn't come in here and chew me out for repeatedly killing off his favorite patient.)

Given the verasity with which you kill Harold, I thought you were Dr. Kroger!

Never! Dr. Kroger would never kill the man who gave him an expensive watch and introduced him to his fiance! he he he

They're buds. They're pals. They're compoooodres.

Method #8: Harold decides to try his hand at detective work. This one will require theme music.


Harold is staking out a murder suspect late one evening while the man's relaxing at home. Suddenly his subject crosses in front of a large picture window. He's on the move. Harold leaps into action.....

[Cue Harold's Man of Action Theme]

Harold gets out of the car and creeps stealthily up the front lawn, coming in low and keeping a hand on his sidearm. All Harold knows about the suspect is that he's armed and wily....and he's killed three college co-eds in two months. What's more, the suspect is skittish. Like a spooked alley cat, back arched, hairs raised and rigid, the man is hyper sensitive to all sounds and movement. They're closing in on him, and he won't be taken alive.

Harold drops to all fours and crawls toward the window. Drawing himself up slowly to catch a peek inside, Harold spots a smudge on the glass. He unholsters a ready handkerchief from his breast pocket and begins wiping in an up and down motion, a technique which has come under scrutiny in the past. Perhaps Harold should have listened. The suspect is jarred by the squeaking sound caused by the rubbing. That never would have happened if Harold had used a circular motion--less surface resistance. It was too late. In one deft move, the suspect pulls out his pistol and spins toward the window. One shot. Two. Harold falls in a clump under the picture window, a firebrand defeated.

Method #9:

We tell Harold that Monk is going to lose ten pounds and slim down to look good for Dr. K's birthday.

Harold will naturally want to slim down too.

We tell him that Monk has super-diet-pill no one else can get.

We leave the bottle here Harold would steal them.

Then we wait. If he walks away, he gets to live. But if he snatches 'Monk's' bottle of diet capsules - and follows the instructions of taking three before a meal...

Mwahahahahaha...

You see, I started with solid pure chemical zinc. I filed it in to a powder and filled the capsules.

When I was in high school we tossed pure zinc in to water and you know what happened? It caugh fire, burst through the beaker and whirled about like a dancing bit of napalm until it burnt out.

And Harold, oh, poor harold... Dies of a really horrible case of indigestion.

The end.

Had a bad stomach ache last night. It was a horrible night. I must kill Harold again. I must do it with fervor and elan. It must be done. By the way, it helps greatly if you've already seen the Daredevil episode.

Method #10:

Harold Krenshaw was casually walking downtown, window shopping and enjoying the sights. He rounds a corner and stops in front of his favorite bakery. He closes his eyes gently, shutting out all the tourists and urbanites that had been moving in a blur around him. He inhales deeply. Aaaah. The sweet smell of poppy seed and onion. He would have one for himself….if it was the last thing he'd do. He opened his eyes to take in the glorious panorama of the bakery's front display case. From inside the bakery, through the storefront glass, spotless and streak-free, he sees…… Oh God. It's Evan and Molly from Miss Holling's kindergarten class.

Their vacant, soulless stares tore through Harold and froze him to the spot. He couldn't move. Their skin had washed out to a dead, chalky hue. They had snapped. They looked like zombies. They were….the children of the corn. The children of the corn muffins.

Slowly they marched in step toward the front door, holding their corn muffins chest-high, and continued out onto the sidewalk. They turned and faced Harold, standing agape and speechless. The two children spoke in unison. It was a low, evil drone. Monotone. Mesmerizing. It was the drone of the dead.

Evan and Molly: No suspension cables. No suspension cables. No suspension cables.

Harold: No. Oh God, no. You can't! You…I'm on the school board!

Evan and Molly: No suspension cables. No suspension cables.

Suddenly, someone was heard shouting from the street….from a moving car.

"That's him! It's him! Pull over! Pull over!!" Monk's finger shot from the passenger window, darting wildly in the air. The car screeched over to the curb.

Monk: Maybe he's laughing at you, Harold. At you. Get it? At you. Get it? At you.

Evan and Molly: No suspension cables. No suspension cables.

Monk: There's no possible response! Look at him! He's saying nothing! I destroyed him!

Natalie: I can't believe you made me drive you all the way downtown just so you can zing Harold Krenshaw!

Monk was screaming maniacally at Harold, who was still frozen in fear, staring at Evan and Molly. Evan drew back and launched his corn muffin at Harold, striking him flush in the forehead. Harold's legs buckled, but somehow he managed to remain upright.

Monk: I destroyed you! You're boxed in. Boxed in. Boxed in!

Natalie: Can we go now?!??

They peeled out, leaving rubber on the road as they sped off, Monk still shouting his tirade from the passenger window. It was a vicious drive-by zinging.

Monk: You're boxed in! Boxed iiiiiiiinnnnnnnn!!!!

Molly raised her corn muffin, the thin layer of sugary glaze glistening in the soft rays of the sun. She prepared to strike.

What we do in life echoes in eternity. Molly fired. The corn muffin struck Harold in the temple, dropping him like a tranquilized rhino. Monk was miles down the road by now, still thinking he had struck a blow for justice and had left another body in his wake. Would he ever learn the truth?

It's not known why corn muffins bought on the open market are so hard. No matter where you buy them. No matter how they make them. Oven-fresh or day-old stale, they're as dense as lava rock. Poor Harold never had a chance.

Method #11: (only 90 more to go!)


Monk visits the old set of "The Mask" movie (Jim Carrey, not Cher) and rummages through the props. Off in the corner of the prop room, he finds a pile of holes. He grabs one and then heads to Dr. Kroger's office for his appointment. Just as Harold's session is finishing up, Monk tosses the hole on the floor in front of the door. Harold steps out and falls down the hole. Monk picks the hole back up, folds it up, and puts it in his pocket. Monk has his best session to date with Chuck. he he he

I could kill Harold 365 days a year... But today I'd like to take him out, get him drunk and play Paul Simon's Still Crazy After All These Years until they throw us both out of the bar.

...

And I dont drink.

-M

I had been meaning to make this post anyway, though the thread it will "bump up" will seem in worse taste than usual given the latest news. No matter! I'm always slow on the uptake... It took me awhile after the Daredevil episode to figure out how to express my take on this character. I had to reach back into my childhood memories to come up with a comparison: Harold Krenshaw is the Sue Ann Niven of this millennium!!! And Tim Bagley is so Betty White!!!! (Could that be stunt casting - Betty White as Mama Krenshaw??) They should never ever ever give in and make this character the slightest bit cuddly. That's what keeps the dramatic tension going, and if they have to go for another season(lette), they'll need it. (Not that they don't know that!) But how will they deal with the missing point on their "obsession triangle" now? Luck and love to the writers, is all I can offer...

Sue Ann Nivan! OMG--that's perfect! I hated her!

And I agree completely--they should never try to make his character loveable.

I hate the character and avoid episodes he is in.

We could send him into a biker bar and see what happens when he tries to straighten things up.

It's Bubba's fault. It came down to the wire and no call received from the governor--Bubba.

Method #12
Harold's Big Mishap At The Trampoline, Ramp, and Marble Factory:

Harold's tour of the Trampoline, Ramp, and Marble factory didn't go quite as planned, having fallen asleep atop a stack of boxes in the far corner. Harold wakes up and, not realizing how high off the ground he was, he falls from his perch. He lands on an assembled trampoline, bounces once, bounces twice, does a 3/4 front somersault, then into a backflip, and finally doing a tuck jump....right into another stack of boxes.....which break open upon impact, unleashing a sea of marbles onto the factory floor. Harold tries to stand up and is suddenly carried away by the flow of cat's eyes, Micas, Indians, Swirls, Onionskins and Agates. He does a Bugs Bunny for 50 feet, all the way to the loading dock, and, picking up a great deal of speed--hits a ramp at the end, which launches him through the big bay doors and out into the night. Harold gets nice hang time over the parking lot but then disappears over the far wall. They found his body a week later.


See Bubba? Now don't you wish you had just sent up a signal flare or something? You've gone and let Harold die. Tsk tsk.






Afterthought: Before someone gets all bent out of shape, these are all fantasy killings. The "No Harolds Were Harmed"® End Credit Disclaimer is awarded only to productions and publications that were monitored by The American Humane Society's Certified Harold Safety Representatives and which meet or exceed the strict standards laid out in their Guidelines for the Safe Use of Harolds in Filmed and Printed Media.

No Harolds were harmed in this fictional work, and its creation is strictly for entertainment and theraputic purposes.

This isn't a "killing" suggestion, but I wonder if they are going to have Harold in the episode in which they address Dr. Kroger's absence (assuming they are going to address it of course.). It's only right, considering that Harold saved Dr. Kroger's life in "New Shrink".

Andrea

That's right, I definitely want to see both Adrian and Harold deal with the loss of Dr Kroger.

Currently waiting again on a stay of execution for Harold--we're all on pins and needles as the clock ticks away down to zero hour. Bubba's the governor and the hotline has yet to ring. Will Governor Bubba call in time to save Harold's life? On a lighter note, Harold has chosen for his last meal, Chicken Cordon Bleu and a nice cob salad with vinegarette.




All joking aside, where's Bubba? I'm worried. I know he's fine and I'm being neurotic but I'm still worried. And speaking of posters that are MIA, it's been hit or miss with Mandeville too. What's going on?

No stay of execution for Harold Krenshaw. He must die once again. Got this idea from a previous poster--Harold meets his nemesis: Sue Ann Niven. Reading the part of Mary Richards is our own Harold Krenshaw. Yes, this dialogue is actually from the Mary Tyler Moore show.

Method #13: Happy Birthday Lou. Stuff a What?

Sue Ann: Isn't it funny how hypermasculine men feel threatened by very feminine women?
Mary/Harold: (With a 'Sue Ann is nuts' look on his face) Uh, gee, I hadn't noticed that....
Sue Ann: Well, I have. I threaten a lot of them.
Mary/Harold: (changing the subject) Sooooo. How are things on the Happy Homemaker set?
Sue Ann: Oh glorious! We're taping a special. So far today, I've poached marrow, rendered lard, and coddled an egg.
Mary/Harold: Full life, isn't it Sue Ann? Listen, I don't wanna keep you from anything....
Sue Ann: What are you gonna give Lou for his birthday?
Mary/Harold: (surprised) Uh, Sue ann, how did you know it was his birthday?
Sue Ann: Ohhh, a little bird told me!
Mary/Harold: (wondering if Ted spilled the beans) Did the 'little bird' by chance, have silver hair? (angry) And one foot in his beak?!!
Sue Ann: I think Lou's birthday calls for something.....superspecial!
Mary/Harold: Well I don't know how superspecial it's gonna be, but I am gonna give him a surprise party.
Sue Ann: Oh terrific! You just get him to your place and I'll do the rest. I promise you Harold, I can show you a thousand and one ways to turn any gathering into an affair!
Mary/Harold: I'll just.....bet you can.
Sue Ann: I'll see you at your place at seven thirty. Right now, I have to go stuff a duck.
Mary/Harold: I was just going to suggest you do that.

Sue Ann thinks about it for a minute and finally figures out what Harold was saying. She begins to fume. She picks up a cast iron skillet and clocks Harold with it.

Sue Ann: I don't care if you are just Mary Tyler Moore's stand-in for today! No one tells Sue Ann Niven to go stuff a duck!

Sue Ann storms off in a huff. Harold lays on the floor, lifeless.





Bubba--where the H are you????? If you don't check in, I've gotta kill him again tomorrow! Save Harold!



Disclaimer: No Harolds were harmed in this fictional work, and its creation is strictly for entertainment and theraputic purposes.

Come on Bubba--you've thrown poor Harold to the lions again.

Method #14: Harold's tour of the Star Wars movie backlot


The tour bus came to a screeching halt in front of building 6, which, according to the tour guide, houses all the old Tatooine sets. Harold is violently ejected from the tour bus by one of those burly hollywood tour bus goons, and lands hard on the pavement. An ugly, heated exchange ensues...

Tour Bus Goon: (Leaning out the bus door and waving fist wildly in the air) You can't assign seats for the passengers!!

Harold: It's chaos on that bus! It's mayhem! Anarchy!!

Tour Bus Goon: No one wants to sit in alphabetical order, you psychopath! Go to hell!

Harold: You go to hell!



The bus tears off, all the passengers sticking their hands out the windows and showing Harold that very special finger. Harold brushes himself off and tries the door on building 6. It's unlocked. He goes inside, deciding he'll take his own tour of the studio backlot. Building 6 is more or less a warehouse crammed with old sections from the movie's set. Everything's in disarray and Harold begins straightening boxes, and brushing the dust from old props and wardrobe. Suddenly, he spots a tall stick or lever in the middle of the warehouse, right next to the big latex molding that was once Jabba the Hut.

Harold makes his way towards it. It's cocked to the side at about a 45 degree angle. That'll never do. Harold grasps the stick with both hands and begins pulling it upward, straining. It's locked in place. It's just been sitting in that position for, what, thirty years? Harold leans back, putting all his back and weight into it. It begins to budge, grudgingly--just a millimeter at a time. All of a sudden, it seems to break free and Harold jerks back as it flies into an upright position all at once. Harold doesn't have time to be pleased with himself.....the panel in the floor that he's been standing on opens up and Harold falls downward through the trap door. Harold is knocked unconscious. When he comes to, he sees this:

















Harold grabs an orange from his napsack and throws it at the control panel--but he misses it. The portcullis never drops and the Rancor monster comes forward unabated. Harold is doomed. He's only good for a quick bite or two. From back up at ground level, Jabba has erupted into a full, rolling laughter. He begins jiggling in delight, reaches over, and eats another frog. The lever resets itself and the trap door closes again.



Disclaimer: No Harolds were harmed in this fictional work, and its creation is strictly for entertainment and theraputic purposes.

Method #15: Harold's brand new pogo stick

Boing.

Boing, boing, boing.

Boingety, boing, boing.

Boing, boingety, boing, boing....



Sign ahead: "Caution: Sewer repairs in progress. Watch for open manholes."



Boing, boing.

Boing, boing, boingety, boing.

Boing, boing, boing.

Boing, boing....

Bong....


Ahhaaahahhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhahhahahhhhhhhaahhahahhah!!!


Disclaimer: No Harolds were harmed in this fictional work, and its creation is strictly for entertainment and theraputic purposes.

Apparently Harold thought he was going to just sneak off into the sunset. He made it to page four but I snatched him up, and now I'm dragging him kicking and screaming back onto page one. Harold must die.

Rofl. I have to think if Tim Bagley was in here peeking around, he'd like this thread. I've kind of hijacked it and turned it into some bizarre portal from which to carry out my own macabre ritual, but it keeps Harold in the limelight, and how often do we talk about him otherwise? And if you think about it, the Monk show kills at least one person in almost every single episode. I like Tim Bagley—hopefully I'm not the only one who saw his episode of Wings—funny.

And forcing myself to repeatedly come up with some new way to kill Harold Krenshaw—that helps me get through my writer's block. Harold is my muse. This is my therapy, and my own warped way of paying tribute to Tim Bagley. And I have 85 more ways to go. I must press on……



Method #16 Memorial Day Gone Horribly Wrong…. (I'm stealing part of an old bit from the Roseanne show…)



Monk: You're stacking the coals all wrong. You need to spread them out so that all the food cooks evenly.

Harold: What are talking about? You stack them in a pyramid!

Monk: Don't be absurd! The food around the outside of the grill won't cook at all!

Monk grabs a grill fork and begins spreading the coals out.

Harold: You are so ridiculous! There's only going to be one layer! They'll burn out! They have to cook as a team!

Harold grabs a hamburger flipper and begins stacking them up again. Monk's fork and Harold's flipper clank into each other several times.

Harold: You're acting like a twelve-year old!

Monk: You're acting like a ten-year old!

Harold: You're acting just like a little five-year old!

Monk: You're acting like a baby-year old!

No longer stirring the coals all over the place, Monk and Harold take their flippers and forks out from the grill and begin sword-fighting with them.

Harold: You are so ridiculous! You are so jealous! It's like looking right into the face of crazy!

Monk: Really Harold??? You know what? I think you just don't get the point! Here, let me show you…

With that, Monk lunges at Harold with his grilling fork, burying it deep in his chest. Harold staggers back, falling into the swimming pool. He sinks to the bottom. Several bubbles ripple and pop on the surface. Randy walks up wearing a Daffy Duck floatation device around his waist and sucking on a popsicle. His chest is covered in orange-flavored popsicle juice, though he seems not to notice.

Randy: What happened to Harold?

Monk: Nothing. Just couldn't understand the proper way to stack charcoal briquettes. It's okay now. I think he finally got the point.



Disclaimer: No Harolds were harmed in this fictional work, and its creation is strictly for entertainment and theraputic purposes.

ROFLOL I didn't see this thread back in April and I love it. The theme music for #8 is brilliant. Yvette, I'm thinking this is a healthy outlet for your ...um...shall we say, animonsity toward Harold. So glad you're not my neighbor - oh wait. Are you the crazy lady down the block three houses? Well, anyway, I can really go for killing Harold, so...

Method #17

The Army Way....

Harold is drugged and dragged into the local Army recruitment center. He is interviewed by a guy in uniform never noticing that the guy is a wearing the whites of a hospital orderly! Harold is kept drugged for several days and then is given the hypnotic suggestion to say, "Yes sir, right away, Sir!" to every question addressed to him.

Released on Day One of basic training at Ft. Armpit, LA, Harold is totally disoriented although he likes his haircut. After running 35 miles with a 50lb. pack on, he volunteers (Yes sir, right away sir!) for latrine duty.

At inspection the next day, nearly unable to stand up, the NCO asks which of the recruits thinks its funny that they failed barracks inspection. "Do you? Are you making fun of this company, Pvt Krenshaw?" "Yes sir, right away Sir" he responds. And those are the last words heard from Harold as the MPs take him away to face the firing squad.

No actual Army units were disgraced by the imaginary Pvt Krenshaw's behavior. Go Army!

Hilarious!!

Yeah, Harold is just a character on a show and he's supposed to be annoying. I have a lot of fun doing this. As to that neighbor three doors down, does she wear Bart Simpson slippers and have a bunch of cats?

I just loved all the killing ways written here. Could you arrange to happen all those at the same time? And just to make sure he's gone, put his dead body into an iron casket and bury him in a ... what?...VERY, VERY, VERY, VERY FAR PLACE!!! Maybe under sea? ... With tons of stones on it.