Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

We must disperse! Maid Jean. - Yes, sir.
In a moment, sire.
Within the hour.
You! You've come!
What's that?
Sent by the gods, and for you alone!
Conceal the child! Quickly!
A toast to his most royal highness!
Why would he work to destroy the alliance?
he is not the Giacomo I met and negotiated with in Europe!
But first let me hear you pronounce sentence on this unholy pair.
Each time I see you as a woman, sir,
Take that horse and put it back under that idiot!
Rules of chivalry be hanged! And so will you.
On the day of your first tournament. There you are.
Eye?
Mortal combat.
Immediately. He has the key.
Now listen, listen carefully. Once inside the castle,
Eh beh basket? Oh, b- sire, it's nothing, sire.
Ah, my lords. I understand the marriage
But sire, custom...
Now will he pledge to his fealty, loyalty, courage,
They broke the chalice from the palace?
What else could he be but a jester?
Uh y-yes, as a matter of fact there is.
She shall sit next to me at the banquet, tonight.
Or perchance a brilliant combination of both.
The Duchess dove at the Duke just when the Duke dove at the Douge.
Light up the oil, this man must boil, this man named Giaco- mo? oh! No!
Mountain Rescue Be Like
Oh just some ridiculous adventurer with a handful of rabble.
The pellet with the poisley is the chalice with the... he he
Yea, verily, yea!
with the purple pimpernel?
Oh, the Douge!
Release the boar!
Trust me, look. Look, near the drawbridge.
Spew the field with my dishonored guts!
We'll do anything for Hawkins, sir. He always was our friend.
Who did what to what?
who were scouring the countryside for the fairest wenches in the land.
Yes, thank you very much. The pellet with the chasley,
Take the princess from the castle before midnight.
Let rivers of blood wash away the stain of my disgrace! Go on!
It will be fought by Sir Griswold of Mackalwane and Sir Giacomo of Italy.
he would challenge him to mortal combat.
Griswold is rich. What could I offer him?
Oh, oh, the pestle with the vessel.
Silence! Give him the child at once! It is my command.
And even now is being cared for by a group in the forest.
between Sir Griswold of Mackalwane, and Gwendolyn the Fair.
To whom do I hum, to whom?
I... I find it hard to believe that..
Thank you, sire.
His teeth on a wreath I'll hand him!
Hurry up, hurry up, bring it here.
That was an interesting song you sing.
I'd like to go 'round again.
And replaced it with a flagon.
About your business, I would have a word with the maid.
to interfere with the marriage of Griswold to the princess Gwendolyn.
What do you carry there? Why the basket?
of the foulest and most loathsome crime against the crown,
No more than that, sir. Barely enough for a child!
Cut them down!
The untimely demise of my lords Brockhurst, Finsdale, and Pertwee.
when I touch the head of a man who calles himself the king of England.
He's somewhere about, yes.
You will marry Griswold upon the morrow,
ease the burdens of state.
But I'm proud to recall that in no time at all with no other recourses
For at the very moment Hawkins was delayed on the road,
You were so distressed last evening,
But I have entertained in all the courts of Europe,
Dressed as an old man, riding out of the forest,
I so pledge. - And I.
Believe me, sire, this is nonsense.
Come along, Sir Giacomo. His majesty is waiting.
Well that's very kind of you, but...
No one snaps at the king! Don't you dare snap at me!
After months of pleading for just this kind of action,
we'll willo willo willo we will willo it away!
Sir Giacomo, into your armor!
Because sire, disguised as a member of their group, I saw him.
and above all, you must show passion!
Charge!
And if he dies , he could goes straight to hell.
Indeed.
without being murderously attacked.
journeys towards the abbey and safety for the child.
He has usurped the throne from the legitimate heir.
Harm one hair of her head and I throw myself from the highest turret.
My mother she cried as she rushed to my side.
and speak a ready wit in their every tongue.
Yes. But if my plan succeeds,
Sir Griswold of Mackalwane!
Oh, they all did, sire. There they were in the dark;