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SONG: # Terrible Tudors, gorgeous Georgians

# Slimy Stuarts, vile Victorians

# Woeful wars, ferocious fights

# Dingy castles, daring knights

# Horrors that defy description

# Cutthroat Celts, awful Egyptians

# Vicious Vikings, cruel crimes

# Punishment from ancient times

# Romans - rotten, rank and ruthless

# Cavemen - savage, fierce and toothless

# Groovy Greeks, brainy sages

# Mean and measly Middle Ages

# Gory stories, we do that

# And your host, a talking rat

# The past is no longer a mystery

# Welcome to

# Horrible Histories. #

VOICEOVER: Horrible Histories presents:

Romans!

Have you heard about our new Roman laws?

Have you heard about knocking before you come in?

That's right - us Romans have finally taken

our traditions and unspoken rules

and written them down, making laws.

Is there one about knocking before you come in?

Shh, you!

Welcome to the all-new 12 Tables,

the foundations of Roman law, that you have to live by.

Building a road?

Our new laws state that each road should be at least eight feet wide.

How wide is yours?

Seven feet. Start again.

You can't make me do that!

I've already done 35 miles!

Sorry. That's the law.

Ah!

Selling your child into slavery?

There are rules against that. Yes!

Oh, great. Come on!

You're only allowed to do that THREE times.

Aha! Aha! Off you go, then.

Come back soon, yeah?

So we can sell you again.

(BOTH LAUGH)

(SCATS)

Evil singing? Ha! (BUZZER)

There's the death penalty for that.

Stop hitting me.

(BELL TOLLS) (SOBS)

There are even laws dedicated to women.

Do you mind? This is a funeral!

And you're crying excessively. (BELL TOLLS)

That's against the rules at a funeral.

(BUZZER) (SOBS)

What about him?

There are no rules about men crying at funerals.

Are you OK, hon?

Who wrote these laws?

Men. Of course.

(BELL TOLLS)

So, if you want to be as happy as these two,

get the 12 Tables.

Why would we need 12 tables?!

We've already got one! (LAUGHS)

Not THAT kind of table, silly.

(SNAPS FINGERS)

(CLANGING) Yes.

Find out about the 12 Tables of Roman Law.

These laws are so good that some of them will still be around

in over 2,000 years.

Is there anything about hitting an annoying salesman over the head

with a big lump of bronze?

Well, not exactly.

Right.

Oh!

The 12 Tables of Roman Law.

A law for every occasion, almost.

(GROANS) That's MY line.

Shh, you! (GROANS)

Yep - throughout history,

there've been some very strange and unfair rules.

"Don't fish in the sewer. Don't lick your feet when you're eating."

Honestly, a lot of the time,

it's like people are making it up as they go along.

Take William the Conqueror.

He became king of England in 1066

and decided to change some laws to make them less harsh.

To be honest, I think some people wished he hadn't bothered. Ooh!

You killed my cousin!

Therefore, your life be forfeit.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, guys!

You don't need to swing axe.

You need to chillax. Am I right? Huh?

I'm King William, yeah?

Winner of the Battle of Hastings.

And as the new King, I get to make the laws now.

You feel me? He's a murderer, though.

And would more killing really be the answer?

Do we have to be those guys?

Wouldn't it be better if we could find another way?

It would. It definitely would.

Oh, yeah. Big surprise you're saying that.

This guy, he messed up big-time.

But are any of us perfect?

It's not really the point. He murdered...

OK. I feel a new law coming on.

As the first Norman king of England,

I proclaim the end

of the death penalty.

(LAUGHS) Yeah, boy!

We will find better ways of living our lives.

Right. Thank you, everybody.

It has been intense, but, uh... (CLICKS)

Whoa!

Where are you going?

I thought we were done.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no. I'm not letting you go.

No way.

I'm going to...

..poke out his eyes and chop off his dangly bits.

"Eyes and dangly bits".

Whoa!

Bit extreme.

He'll...he'll die anyway, won't he?

Possibly. I mean, it'll definitely be slow and painful.

If that's the case, I might just go back to the straight execution.

He's comfortable with that. I'm...I'm fine with that.

Ah! No executions.

We are not monsters.

EXECUTIONER: OK. Start with the eyes.

I can't do this.

I just feel uncomfortable. I'm sorry.

Whoa! You know, I'm so touched you felt you could say that.

You know, not enough people say no to the King.

Never. Never do, no. No. No.

I think we were all getting a bit hot-headed,

you know when men get in a group and we just kind of go a bit crazy.

(LAUGHS) (LAUGHS) Yeah.

Unfortunately, I am going to have to find you guilty

of disagreeing with the King.

So...punishments...

..maybe I chop off his hands.

"Chop off his hands for disagreeing with the King".

Sire, you can't chop off my hands! I'm a...

Uh-oh! More disagreement.

Better lose the feet too.

You can't do this. Look, look.

I'd...I'd stop arguing at this point.

And his nose.

Why?! Nose. Good shout. Yeah.

At least you get to keep your dangly bits.

OK, guys. We all good? Isn't this a much nicer way of doing things?

Absolutely not. In my case, I wasn't even...

Seriously, people are going to love my new laws, huh?

So much more civilised.

Great chat!

Right. Hands up who was the eyes and dangly bits.

Oh.

Chop chop! (LAUGHS)

(FANFARE PLAYS)

(AXE STRIKES)

Henry VIII in the house!

Now, I love coming up with new rules,

but did you know I once had the law changed because of soup?

(SNIFFS) Mmm, soup.

It's nutrish and delish.

Now, in 1531, the Bishop of Rochester's cook, Richard Roose,

said that, as a joke, he'd put something in the bish's soup

which would make anyone who ate it poo a lot.

(FLATULENCE) Hilarious!

Unfortunately, 17 people were taken ill and one woman actually died.

Turns out he'd poisoned them by mistake.

So, after this, I had the law changed to classify poisoning as treason

and punishable by death.

But how did I decide the poisoner should die?

Was it:

(FLATULENCE)

(BUBBLING)

(AXE STRIKES) (SQUELCH)

The answer is B - boil them alive - and that's what happened to Roose,

all because he tried to make poo soup as a prank.

(FLATULENCE) Who's that?

Probably the dog.

(DOG WHINES) (FLATULENCE)

Laters, rule-breakers!

(LAUGHS) Well, we've seen some rule-MAKERS,

so, what about rule-BREAKERS?

When YOU break the rules at home, you might get sent to your room

or banned from chewing the cereal boxes and weeing in the cupboard.

Oh. Uh, pro...probably a rat thing, the last one.

Anyway, it can seem really unfair, but trust me,

things were worse and much stranger in the past.

Peter of Privy Lane.

You stand accused of theft.

How do you wish to be judged?

I choose...

..trial by combat, my lady.

Let my accuser and I fight to the death!

(BLADES RING)

And by the blood on my blade,

you shall know that I am innocent.

WOMAN: Very well.

A fight to the death.

Alderman Plank.

You are accused of disloyalty to your lord.

Choose your judgement.

I choose trial by ordeal.

Let a red-hot poker be placed in my hand.

God shall heal the festering wound and you shall know I am innocent.

So be it.

Master Carter!

Your crime is poaching,

Make your choice.

I choose trial by cake.

So I'll eat some cake.

If it be God's will, it will go down nice and smooth

and you'll know I'm innocent.

Master Carter has...

Yes? PLANK: Sorry.

I didn't actually know that cake was an option.

Mmm.

The cake is marked with the name of our Lord.

No guilty man will be able to swallow it.

PLANK: Yeah, no, sure, but s...still, you know,

burning, festering hand wound...

..cake.

Yes, yes. I too am interested in the cake option.

Trial by combat is a noble path, Peter of Privy Lane.

Yet cake is awesome and doesn't cut off my leg.

Very well. Bring out the cake!

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

That's not cake. That's a biscuit. WOMAN: I should warn you.

'Tis very dry cake.

Oh, I'll cope.

'Tis said...

..that Earl Godwin of Kent was...

..tried by cake and choked to death.

Yes, well, my cousin chose trial by combat and got cut in half, so...

(BLADE RINGS) There's more!

The cake will be cleansed of evil by a priest and it may have...

..some cheese on top.

Oh, I love a bit of cheese!

Sheep's cheese! (BLEATING)

Hmm, could be worse. Could be blue cheese.

Yeah. Yeuch.

PETER: I have decided.

God will prove my innocence

with cheese and biscuits.

Lock it in, Lady Gage. Me too.

We only have two portions of cake.

Mmm, mmm, mmm! Ooh!

(GROWLS) You snooze, you lose.

(LAUGHS) So, what's it gonna be?

Trial by combat or trial by ordeal?

(PLANK LAUGHS) Fine.

Trial by combat. Final answer.

Thank you.

Although, honestly,

I am surprised none of you chose trial by compurgation.

Trial by what, now?

Where you swear your innocence on holy relics

and then when eventually you do die, you let God judge you.

I'll definitely have that one.

Sorry, mate. You said "Final answer."

Yeah. Yeah. You did say that. It's true. Yeah, I heard it.

I heard it. Right! Lunch.

All this cake's made me hungry. Hm!

Hm.

Are you a rooster who may be burned at the stake

just for being found sitting on an egg?

Are you a hive of bees

facing the law for stinging a man to death?

Are you a wolf accused of witchcraft

after being seen walking on your hind legs?

Were you forced to wear human clothes at your trial?

(GROWLS)

Then call the Animal Law Practice today.

Whether you're a chicken, a wolf,

a pig or even a beetle,

if you've been accused of a crime, I will fight for you.

Unless you're a group of rats facing persecution.

(SQUEAKS) I will NOT fight for YOU.

(SQUEAKS)

Because we've got a specialist in rodent injustice -

Bartholemew Chassenee.

I defended some rats after they were accused

of destroying the local barley crops.

Ah!

I argued the rats had a right to attend the trial

but that the journey to the courtroom

was too perilous due to the numbers of their deadliest enemies - cats -

lying in wait along the way.

(CAT SCREECHES)

We don't care how hairy you are.

We don't care how many legs you've got.

We don't even care if you're guilty. Uh-uh.

Call Animal Lawyers today.

BOTH: We will fight for you!

(SQUEAKS)

Be careful, men.

During these times of civil war, the roads could be a haven for criminals.

Frankly, we've got a lot of stuff that they might be interested in.

Ah! You mean all the gold in our chest?

I was trying not to draw attention to that! Whoa!

(STRUMS) It's a woman!

In breeches!

Playing the lute!

Ahoy!

The name's Moll Cutpurse.

Moll Cutpurse! You used to rob people all up and down the country!

You're well famous!

MOLL: I am.

And I've got the scars to prove it.

By which I mean they caught me and scarred me hands

to mark me as a thief and teach me the error of me ways.

Cool! It's not cool!

It's punishment for breaking our rules.

Pray it may have worked.

Don't look like it. Yeah, eh?

(RIPPING) Hey!

(LAUGHS) Me money!

Ah! Me trousers!

(LAUGHS) Oh! You're brilliant.

And yet she's still just a petty thief, pickpocketing strangers.

How dare ya?

I'm in me 60s now,

pursuing me true passions.

Oh, what's that, then? Doing stick-ups.

Hand over your loot. And I don't mean this kind.

Never! You may be able to scare the common folk.

But I am a general of the highest authority.

(MAN LAUGHS)

I demand that you follow the rules of society...

Oh! ..and the power of the law...

(LAUGHS) Should have told ya.

I don't care about the rules of society.

She is brilliant.

GENERAL: Are none of you going to help?

MOLL: Come on, lads. Help me out.

Cutpurse away!

(APPLAUSE) GENERAL: Oh, the shame.

My breeches are around me ankles!

Oh! Brilliant.

Of course, if you DID break the rules,

it didn't always mean you'd get punished.

In the past, there have been some weird and wonderful ways

of getting away with it,

like claiming sanctuary, which meant you couldn't be arrested

as long as you were on church grounds.

(LAUGHS) Sneaky.

Luckily, monks don't commit crimes.

Well, apart from Brother Peter.

He stole some grey cloth, and I'm afraid to say,

he made a HABIT out of it.

SOUND EFFECT: Wah-wah-wah-wah. (LAUGHS) Oh, that's a monk joke.

Oi! Come back here!

(FUGITIVE LAUGHS)

Yes!

Ooh! (LAUGHS)

You can't get me now, Sheriff!

You're cornered! Right.

I'm arresting you for... Oi! What are you doing?

I'm claiming church sanctuary.

According to the law, you cannot arrest me

whilst I am inside this church.

Well, you're not IN the church.

Yeah, but I'm on church land, and that counts.

So, you know, bad luck. Hm.

You can get me now, though. Ugh!

No, you can't!

You can get me now, though.

You can't get me. I'll just wait right here.

But eventually, you're gonna have to come out, and when you do,

I'm gonna arrest ya.

Oh, well, I wouldn't count on it.

Law says I have 40 days to decide what I want to do.

(LAUGHS) And what's a criminal like you gonna do in a church, eh?

Loads, actually.

Join the choir. Meditate. Nice.

Squat at a pot.

No, it's called gardening.

Anyway. Who said I DID anything?

Oh, come off it!

Nobody claims church sanctuary if they're innocent.

Yeah, fair enough. I did it. I knew it!

I stole a pig, and I gave it to my girlfriend for a present.

(SEETHES) I'm a filthy pig rustler!

But the law is the law.

So you...

..can't...

..touch me...

(GRUNTS ANGRILY)

Alright, Dave? Are you arresting him?

Trying to, Caroline,

but he's claimed sanctuary, hasn't he?

Oh. Didn't you hear? What's that?

King Henry changed the laws on that last week.

DAVE: He did?

From now on, all criminals are fair game.

Is that right? Getting out of here.

Ooh, ooh! Oh, come on!

Ooh! Would you look at that?

(LAUGHS) I was just having a laugh!

I was joking! Right. You're coming with me!

Pardon me. I couldn't help overhearing, my child.

Did you say that the King has removed the rights of criminals

to take sanctuary on church land?

That's right, Vicar.

(RECORD SCRATCHES) Alright, boys, the game's up.

Grab what you can and let's go.

Ooh! VICAR: That's it.

Run, run, run, run!

Oh. You dropped that. Oh, there you go.

Oh, dear, clumsy.

There have certainly been a lot of rule-breakers over the years,

and that's why we've needed people to try and stop them.

In the 19th century,

Sir Robert Peel created Britain's first professional police force.

But in those early days, being a 'peeler', as they were called,

wasn't exactly an easy or popular job.

Hm.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(RECORD SCRATCHES)

Oi! You! Come back here! (BLOWS WHISTLE)

MAN: You'll never catch me, copper!

# It's a hard cop's life for us

# Victorian cop's life for us

# Instead of thankyous, we get hate

# Being a policeman ain't that great

# It's a hard cop's life

# Used to work on a farm It was really hard labour

# So I moved to the city

# Thought I'd do meself a favour

# I'm over 5'9"

# And also not illiterate

# So I joined the police force

# 'Cause I'm the perfect fit for it

# Respect was what I wanted

# Been a criminal myself

# Needed to join the other side

# Be a lot better for my health

# Thought we'd be sitting pretty

# Uh-huh, uh-huh # But dope it ain't

# It's pretty gritty # Uh-huh

# It's a hard cop's life for us

# Victorian cop's life for us

# Public hates us

# Rubbish pay

# On our feet 12 hours a day

# It's a hard cop's life

# Got no way to supplement my minimum income

# Feel like I'm an idiot being a policeman

# But as part of the reform

# Part of the new norm

# At least we get to wear a nice new woollen uniform

# Yeah, but there's a catch

# Uh-huh, uh-huh

# It really makes you scratch

# P to the E

# To the E to the L

# The 1829 Metropolitan Police Act

# Sir Robert Peel's responsible

# For our zero-hours contract... #

Out of my way, peelers!

# Go on, then, call us names

# It's not like you can miss us

# In Maidstone, we got to grow compulsory whiskers

# You mean like mine? # Uh-huh, uh-huh

# Got to say, that's mighty fine # Uh-huh

# It's a hard cop's life for us

# Victorian cop's life for us

# Have to carry our luncheon

# Only perk is this truncheon

# It's a hard cop's life

# It's a hard-knock life

# Yeah, a hard cop's life. #

Some rules were a bit odd,

like the one that said all mute swans in England

belonged to the king or queen.

That particular rule actually ruffled a lot of feathers.

(DRUM AND CYMBAL STING PLAYS) Anyway. That's why I have a goose.

Did you like my 'egg-cellent' joke, Susan?

(HONKS) She thinks it honked.

Harsh. Anyway. (HONKS)

That swan rule put one woman in quite a flap.

VOICEOVER: Sorting out the beefs of the past...

Hannibal, you may have taken elephants over the Alps

when you attacked Rome,

but you may not bring them into my courtroom!

(ELEPHANTS TRUMPET) ..with the justice of today.

There's few enough buns to go round as it is!

VOICEOVER: Welcome to:

Dorset-based landowner Dame Joan Young

has brought Queen Elizabeth I to court

over a disagreement about some valuable property.

I do love cases involving royalty.

Now, what's this about? Crowns?

Sceptres? Swans.

I'm sorry? What, now?

This one's swanning off with my swans!

Oh, please! They're my swans, not your swans.

All mute swans are property of the Crown -

i.e., me, the Queen, queen of the swans.

Oh, swan right off, you swanny-swan!

Everybody stop saying 'swan'.

Now, Dame Joan,

what is this about?

She's trying to take away my

white feathery, erm, goose-like waterbird...

OK. OK. Look. You can say it just this once.

My swans. (HONKING AND FLAPPING)

And you've brought them with you. Great.

Just what I wanted - my courtroom to smell like a birdbath.

My swans used to belong to the Abbey of St Peter,

but when King Henry VIII closed the monasteries,

he gave the land, and its swans, to my family.

They're royal swans, and they belong to me.

Your Honour, my swans are an important part of my estate.

They're beautiful, graceful and delicious.

Yes. Well, I think...

Wait a second. Did...did...did you say 'delicious'?

Mmm! Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes. Roast swan?

With yellow pepper sauce? Ooh!

ELIZABETH: Daddy's favourite! Order!

This is Time Beefs, not MasterChef.

Well, we could let the swans decide.

Or I could be like a swan and...

..break your arm with a single blow of a wing.

Wah-cha! Ooh, that does it!

You shut that beak up or I will!

(BANGS GAVEL) Order, order! We'll have no FOUL play in here!

Get it? 'Fowl', like...birds?

Let the record show I made an excellent joke.

Now, everybody settle down.

I'm ready to give my ruling.

ELIZABETH: Before you do, perhaps I could

offer you a little snackette? (LAUGHS)

It's a swanage roll -

a sausage roll but more feathery.

You know, Your Majesty, I don't take kindly to your bribery.

But, mind you, that does smell like great swan.

That's it.

I rule in favour of the Queen.

All swans belong to her.

Ah! In your face, swan-napper!

No! Give me my swans!

(BOTH YELL)

Next case. Get them out.

Uh, the court will now take five minutes recess

while I eat my swanage roll.

Do we have any cases involving pickle?

(CLANGING) WOMAN: Bang, bang, bang!

Bang, bang, bang, bang...

Can I help you?

No. Bang, bang, bang!

Bang! Bang! What are you doing?

Well, I am banging a gong and shouting. Duh!

Bang, bang, bang, bang... OK.

Can you stop? It's very annoying.

Well, I CAN stop.

But I won't, BECAUSE you find it annoying.

(CLANGING) Bang, bang...

Why are you doing this?!

Don't you like loud noises? I'm surprised.

You seemed OK with making a racket

outside my house yesterday morning.

OK. I'm sorry. It was our marching band practice.

We got carried away, you know. You're feeling the music.

Hey. Forget it.

I have. Thanks.

Bang, bang, bang... (CLANGING)

Are you sure you've forgotten about it?

Because it seems like you absolutely haven't forgotten about it.

Well... What's all this?

It sounds incredibly annoying.

Well, it's meant to be!

Then you're under arrest.

Arrest?!

Being annoying is against chapter 22 of the 1860 Penal Code.

And you just confessed.

(LAUGHS)

Oh!

How you like me now?!

Marching band practice is back on!

(CLANGING) Bang! Bang! Bang, bang! Bang, bang!

You're going to prison, baby.

Eating the prison dal.

Oh! There's barely any spices in there.

Gong, baby.

Gong.

(CLANGING)

(LAUGHS)

(TUTS)

What? That was pretty annoying.

You're also under arrest.

(LAUGHS)

You could both serve up to two years in prison for being annoying.

Hey, come on! Hey, now, YOU'RE being annoying.

Would you like to report a crime? MAN: What?

You said my colleague was being annoying. That's a crime.

I'm arresting you for being annoying

while arresting THEM for being annoying.

Although I imagine that must be pretty annoying, so...

..feel free to arrest me in return.

Who came up with this law anyway?

The British Raj. BOTH: Oh.

Now, they are annoying.

Tell me more.

Right. So...

Oh, my goodness, guys. We have the most special show for you today.

We are going to be springing a surprise on a servant

that has been working very, very hard.

Not at his job. No. He is a terrible servant.

He has been working very hard on his fashion.

Seriously, we could not make this guy look any better,

so let's meet him.

Robert Linton, servant to Queen Elizabeth?

Yes. You look amazeballs.

It should be against the law for a servant to look that good.

And guess what. It IS against the law.

What?

You're going to prison for looking so fabuloso!

(SCREAMS) (GATE CLANKS)

(FUNKY MUSIC)

I don't want to go to prison. You're both dressed exactly like me!

Of course. We are courtiers. We are allowed to look this fabulous.

But a lowly servant boy like you

needs to look as unimpressive as you actually are.

We are here to keep you out of prison, mate.

Yeah - we're gonna be giving you our first ever make...

Under! ..under!

Wha-ha-hat?!

(FUNKY MUSIC)

THOMAS: Do you know what?

His big padded fashionable Tudor bottom looks fantastic.

I mean, what have you got stuffed down there? A couple of cushions?

Now, Tudor fashion laws say servants are only allowed

1.6 metres of padding.

Them's the rules! What?!

I'm not allowed to have a metre and a half of padding on my bum?

Oh, no. You're not allowed ANY on your bum.

You're supposed to wear it on your legs, not your backside.

And what do you call this? It is divine.

It's silk! Uh-oh!

Somebody call the fashion police. (SIRENS HOWL)

Whoop-whoop!

It is against the law for anyone lower than a baron

to wear silk or satin in Tudor England.

What?!

So, let's put that flash in the trash!

BOTH: It's time this servant got served.

(FUNKY MUSIC)

EDWARD: Before we met Robert, he was dressed to impress.

THOMAS: But thanks to us, he's gone from fab to drab.

(GASPS) Oh!

Oh! (SIGHS) I look awful.

You are welcome.

You look plain, boring. It is so you.

Just as a servant of your rank SHOULD look.

Yay.

But there's no need to look as miserable as your sad little outfit.

'Cause guess what. You're not going to prison anymore!

(CHEERING)

And we've got another surprise for you.

It's only Queen Elizabeth! (FANFARE PLAYS)

Hello! (LAUGHS)

Yes, it's me! Yes, Queen!

Now, the all-important question.

What do you think of our servant?

Him? (LAUGHS)

I barely noticed him when I came in.

Our work here is done.

Now, you, you look amazing! (LAUGHS)

How much padding you got in THOSE trunks?

I'm not wearing any padding.

Ooh.

That's all we've got time for for today's make-under.

Until next time! Did you hear what she said?

EDWARD: Yeah. Ah-ah!

Sometimes in history, there have been rules that were so unfair,

they needed changing.

And changing those rules meant breaking them.

That's what the suffragettes were doing

when they protested about women not being allowed to vote.

One famous protester was Rosa May Billinghurst.

She didn't let any rules get in the way of fighting for her rights.

(GENTLE MUSIC) (MUFFLED SHOUTING)

# I am not a stranger to prison life

# "Lock her up," they say

# "'Cause we don't like your violent ways"

# I am not ashamed of what I have done

# In the name of women's rights

# I'm prepared to get in fights

# And

# I don't care if I have to make a fuss

# Chain myself to Buckingham Palace

# I am rebellious

# When you chuck me out, I'll get back in

# Hey, hey Yay

# You can bang me up but I'll still campaign

# Hey, hey # I'll even hunger-strike

# Wait and see

# Just watch me

# We're trying to change society

# We just want rights

# And to be finally free

# Sometimes it takes a brick

# And a hammer too

# To make your message stick

# You can chain my hands

# But not my heart

# And that will drive me on

# And I'll never give up

# Never, never

# I'll never give up

# Never, never

# Never give up

# Never, never

# Till there's equality. #

Sometimes you have to break the rules.

And they belong to me.

Daddy loves a bam. (LAUGHTER)

Sheep's cheeks.

I can't do that one! (LAUGHTER)

Sorry.

SONG: # The past is no longer a mystery

# Hope you enjoyed

# Horrible Histories. #

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