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I would speak with my sons.

And this wild, tempest -laden night suits the purpose best.

Call them.

Hiya, pup.

Didst thou call us, my lord? Yes, didst.

Gather closely, my son.

I have a terrible confession to make.

Okay,

Pop. Spill the porridge.

You? Yes.

You? Yes, yes.

You are of noble blood.

Years ago, I was the royal chamberlain of the kingdom of Anesthesia.

And Mama?

She was the royal chambermaid.

Our old kingdom is in danger.

The present prime minister is plotting to either kill or oust our young queen.

But what can we do?

Offer your swords in the queen's service.

All for one. One for all.

Every man for himself.

Rightfully, you are the Duke of Durham.

You, the count of five.

And I, the count of ten? No.

You are Baron of Grey Matter.

Father, we shall do your bidding. Two clubs.

I double. I redouble.

I triple.

Stop. You're too late.

Come close, my sons, that I may bless you.

All for one. One for all.

Highness Prince Boris, Prime Minister of Anesthesia.

Our most gracious and regal majesty, our own Queen Anne of Anesthesia.

Three gentlemen of noble birth in Maine.

Desire an audience with your majesty.

Who are they? From what they say, I gather they are the Duke of Mixture, the

Fife of Drum, and Baron of Brains.

Call the guards.

Call!

Three strangers enter.

From whence came you?

Paris. Show the postcards.

And what were you doing in Paris?

Oh, looking over the parasites.

What brings you here?

There are rumors of intrigue against your majesty.

But don't worry.

We'll guard you well, Annie.

Queenie to you.

We accept your offer and appoint you the queen's royal guards.

All for one.

One for all.

I'll take care of myself.

I'll take the blonde.

I'll take the brunette.

I'll take the black and tan.

Hey, there's four of them.

We'll throw the other one to the dogs.

Your Majesty, the royal wrestlers await.

I'll bet on the little guy.

Three thousand guineas, two geese and a duck.

That's a foul bet.

Throw in a chicken and I'll take half of it.

That's nothing. It's a frame -up.

Queenie, he's got the strongest feet in the kingdom.

I would see you perform.

Keep a stiff upper lip, Queenie. We'll be back in a jiffy.

You'll abduct the queen today.

Then the kingdom will be mine.

Maybe they'll miss us.

That'll be a narrow escape.

me. I'd rather be burned at the stake.

Why? A hot stake is better than a cold chop.

Enough of this nonsense!

and Queenie, our lives would be spared.

Yeah.

Our majesty's hidden in the wine cellars, a friend.

Let's go.

Not me.

Come on.

Not me.

Now you're coming?

Certainly. Come on, even if we can't find the Queenie, we can at least get a

drink. Hey, wait for me, will you?

He's going to get those guys out of there. We'll toss for it. Odd man does

dirty work.

Got any coins?

Odd man loses. Okay.

What do you got?

Head. What do you got? Tail.

Head, you lose.

I never beat those guys.

Now listen.

You attract their attention one at a time. See? Have them chase you by here.

And we'll do the rest.

Right.

Bye.

Do the same as you did before.

Lead them past us.

We'll do the rest.