clop clop A group of Consortium and Innobotics lackeys ride up to the castle of Skip Brule

HOBBES: "Halt! Hallo! Hallo!"

Ricky: 'Allo! Who is zis?

HOBBES: It is the virile and perfect soldier, Hobbes, and these are the villains of Innobotics and the Consortium. Whose castle is this?"

Ricky: "This is the castle of Our Master, Skip Brule, High Priest of Bokonon and Lifter of the Holy Loincloth"

HOBBES: Go and tell your master that we have been charged by God with a sacred quest. If he will give us the Mac 27s for the night he can join us in our quest for a plot.

Ricky: "Well, I'll ask him, but I don't think he'll be very keen...Uh, he's already got one, you see?

HOBBES: What?

PINOCCHIO: He says they've already got one!

HOBBES: Are you sure he's got one?

Ricky: Oh, yes, it's very nice-a To Other defenders I told him we already got one.

Other Defenders: Laughing

HOBBES: Well, um, can we come up and have a look?

Ricky: Of course not! You are English types-a!

HOBBES: Well, what are you then?

Ricky: I'm French! Why do think I have this outrageous accent, you silly soldier? Do you think I'm Josan?

PINOCHHIO: What are you doing in England?

Ricky: Mind your own business! Not wanting to tell them that Dr. Ruthless thought she might have left the plot somewhere in London during her last visit.

HOBBES: If you will not show us the plot, we shall take your castle by force!

Ricky: You don't frighten us, English pig-dogs! Go and boil your bottoms, sons of a silly person. I blow my nose at you, so-called Hobbes-Solider, you and all your silly English kaniggets. Thppppt! Ricky sticks out his pretty tongue and moons them with his beautiful buns.

PINOCHHIO: What a strange person.

HOBBES: Now, look here, my good man!

Ricky: I don't want to talk to you no more, you empty headed animal food trough whopper! I fart in your general direction! You mother was a Beast-woman and your father smelt of Oiliens.

PINOCHHIO: Is there someone else up there we could talk to?

Ricky: No, now go away or I shall taunt you a second time-a!

HOBBES: Now, this is your last chance. I've been more than reasonable.

Ricky: Fetchez la vache.

Baines: Wha?

Ricky: Fetchez la vache! Aside, ..moo...

HOBBES: If you do not agree to my commands, then I shall-

twong mooooooo An alien-mutilated mad cow is launched from a catapult.

Hobbes: Jesus Christ! Right! Charge!

ALL: Charge! mayhem

Ricky: Ah, this one is for your mother!

twong A clutch of failed alien hybrids are thrown after the cow.

ALL: Run away!

Ricky: Thpppt!

Skip Brule wanders through with a chocolate covered Mac Smith who is carrying a wooden spoon, wearing only his chef's hat and a smirk. Skip is sucking on a bong. He mutters: Hell of a time to give up ganja...

Wraith, dressed as the Black Knight, Actually the torso of Wraith as his Mac 27 parts were recalled by Firestone : Fiends! I'll tear them apart!

HOBBES: No no, no.

Marita: Sir! I have a plan, sir.

later chop mrrrrrreeeeeeaaaaaaauuuuww rumble rumble squeak A huge Slut-Bunny Mulder is rolled up to the gates.

MUTTERING GUARDS: Ce labon a bunny do wha? Un cadeau? A present! Oh, un cadeau. Oui! Oui, hurry! Wha-? let's go!

rumble rumble squeak The Slut-Bunny Mulder is rolled into the castle and there was much rejoicing.

HOBBES: What happens now?

Marita: Well, now, uh, Wraith, Pinochhio, and I wait until night fall, and then leap out of the Slut-Bunny, taking the French by surprise --not only by surprise, but totally unarmed!

HOBBES: Who leaps out?

Marita: Uh, Wraith, Pinochhio, and I. Uh, leap out of the Slut-bunny, uh and uh....

HOBBES: Oh....Marita

Marita: Oh.... Um, l-look, if we built this large wooden Alex-

twong Flukeman, Iceworms, Doggett, and the Smoker's briefs are cast down from the castle

ALL: Run away! Run away! Run away! Run away! splat

Defenders: Oh, haw haw haw.

Scene 9: Pictures for Schools, Take 8. DIRECTOR: Action!

NARRATOR: Defeat at the castle seems to have utterly disheartened Hobbes. The ferocity of the French taunting took him completely by surprise, and Hobbes became convinced that a new strategy was required if the quest for a plot was to be brought to a successful conclusion. Hobbes, having consulted his closest villains, decided that they should separate, and search for a plot individually.

Now, this is what they did--tromp tromp slash....

A huge dead red herring lands on the cast and crew...ending the quest in mid manic cackle....