And Now For Something Completely Different

[ihgreenman]

Flash to:
Throne room.


King, tall, dressed in muted brown regal finery, with thin crown.
Servant is standing next to King, submissive posture.

King, standing in front of throne, strikes dramatic pose, raised hand which he clenches to a fist.

K: CRY HAVOC, AND LET SLIP THE DOGS OF WAR.

(beat)

K: LET SLIP THE DOGS OF WAR.

S: I'm sorry, Sire.

K: (Suspicious) Why?

S: I went to the pet store...

(beat)

S: They said they were all out.
S: They had poodles, Sire.

K: Poodles? (Hopeful) Poodles of WAR?

S: No, Sire. More Poodles of Incontinence, Sire.

K: Alright...
K: CRY HAVOC, AND LET SLIP THE Poodles Of Incontinence.

S: Sorry, Sire.

K: (Frustrated) What now?

S: You're forgetting about the leash laws, Sire.

K: (Teeth Clenched) CRY HAVOC, AND TAKE THE Poodles Of Incontinence for walkies.

S: Sire?

K: (Sharply) What is it this time?

S: All this shouting and havoc, Sire.
S: It's scaring the poodles.

K: (sighs)
K: Say Hello, and take the poodles of incontinence for walkies.

S: Yes, Sire.
S: (Exits, whistling for the dogs)

King collapses in chair.
Zoom to crown, fade to black.

Apologies to Monty Python.