And now the part of Arthur shall be played by Britannica...

LM (screams like a little girl): Oh, no. He's turned into Hoppy the Marvel Bunny! Whatever shall we do?!?

Jackie and WW: [eh?]

Britannica: Well, we'd better not risk another frontal assault. That rabbit's dynamite.

AGW: Would it help to confuse it if we run away more?

Britannica: Oh, shut up and go and change your armour.

RM552: Let us taunt it! It may become so cross that it will make a mistake.

Jackie: Like what?

DLD: Well... ooh.

(young): Have we got bows?

Britannica: No.

(young): Rocket launchers?

Britannica: No.

(young): AK-47s? Tanks? Ballistic missiles? General weapons of mass destruction?

Britannica: No.

Jackie: Whips? Ball gags? Handcuffs? Smooth, black, skin-tight leather suits?

JLR: [whaaaa!]

Jackie: [um.... uh huh! ... ]

RM552: We have the Holy Hand Grenade.

Britannica: Yes, of course! The Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch! 'Tis one of the sacred relics we carry with us. Wednesday! Bring up the Holy Hand Grenade!

DLD, Ace, and (young) [chanting]: Pie Iesu domine, dona eis requiem. Pie Iesu domine, dona eis requiem. Pie Iesu domine, dona eis requiem. Pie Iesu domine, dona eis requiem.

Britannica: How does it, um-- how does it work?

Ace: I know not, my liege.

JLR: [eh?] .

Ace: What? You never call him "my liege"?

Britannica: Anywho, consult the Book of Armaments!

Jackie: Armaments, chapter two, verses nine to twenty-one.

AGW: And Saint Attila raised the hand grenade up on high, saying, 'O Lord, bless this Thy hand grenade that, with it, Thou mayest blow Thine enemies to tiny bits in Thy mercy.' And the Lord did grin, and the people did feast upon the lambs and sloths and carp and anchovies and orangutans and breakfast cereals and fruit bats and large chu--

Jackie: Skip a bit, brotha.

AGW: And the Lord spake, saying, 'First shalt thou take out the Holy Pin. Then, shalt thou count to three. No more. No less. Three shalt be the number thou shalt count, and the number of the counting shall be three. Four shalt thou not count, nor either count thou two, excepting that thou then proceed to three. Five is right out. Once the number three, being the third number, be reached, then, lobbest thou thy Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch towards thy foe, who, being naughty in My sight, shall snuff it.'

Jackie: Amen.

LM: Amen.

Ace: Amen.

DLD: Amen.

(young): Amen.

Jackie: CAW!

JLR: [whaaaa!]

Jackie: Oops! Sorry.

The rest of the JLR: Amen.

Avengers: Amen.

Booster Gold: Amen.

Manitou: INUCKCHUK!!!

Xavier: X-men

Everyone else: [eh... i dunno... ]

Xavier: I mean Amen.

Buttercup (somewhere): Neiiigh

Britannica: Right! One!... Two!... Five!

Ace: Three, sir!

Britannica: Three!

Britannica throws the Holy Hand Grenade, but Hoppy simply catches it, closes his paw, and contains the blast without harm.

DLD: Well that never happens in the movies...

[ 03-08-2003, 04:45 PM: Message edited by: AGW ]